The interview

Amy entered Mr. Witherton's office conscious of her outfit. The skirt made her small butt look bigger and hugged her thighs. Her blouse did not hide her bra. Thankfully tho her b cups didn't make this shirt any worse. Mr. Witherton cleared his throat, and Amy could feel her face flush with embarrassment. She straightened her back and tried to focus on the task at hand. She was determined to not let her outfit distract her from her goal. He was a short man, wearing a yellow vest and slacks, his burly arms bulging in his dress sleeves. His thick dark curly hair was waved back. "Miss ... Palmer was it?" He adjusted his wire-framed glasses, " Mr. Ryder gave me convincing designs of yours and highly recommended you. I'm impressed but I need both sides. Speak now." She was well aware of the implications of what a successful presentation could mean for her career. She was determined to not let her nerves or the man's intimidating presence stop her from achieving her goal. She had put in a lot of hard work and she was determined to prove that her designs were worthy of being chosen. Clearing her throat, she stated her case. She presented her designs with confidence, pointing out the advantages and drawbacks. She finished her presentation with a strong conclusion, reiterating why her designs were the most suitable choice for the project. The man nodded in approval, and she knew she had succeeded but had one final step to complete. Amy felt her luck was out when she felt the bra unhook with a sadly familiar chill. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest and pretended nothing had happened. Taking a deep breath, she looked the man in the eyes and waited for his response. Turning his back to look at his wall of trophies she quickly clasp it together. He turned back to her and handed her a pink and orange sack dress. She suddenly felt her panties drop, stopping just before the hemline. "Sell me this dress and you will be hired." Mr. Witherton tells her. Amy looks at it slightly discouraged but feels her thong starting to peek. Hurridely amy starts the pitch, "This dress is perfect for someone looking for a fashionable yet comfortable look. It's made of the highest quality fabrics so it's sure to last for years to come. The colours give it a very vintage feel as well. the simple shape will form and compliment your body as it sees fit." Amy waited for his response, feeling her heart racing. The store owner looked at Amy, impressed by her enthusiasm. He nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, I think this is the dress that will do" He then handed her the paperwork and said, "It's all yours, see you Monday" Amy smiled, grateful for the opportunity. Waddling over trying to keep her thong in place, she suddenly tripping face first into Mr. Withertons privates. Amy quickly apologized and scrambled back up to her feet, her face flushed in embarrassment. Mr. Witherton quickly laughed it off, assuring her it was alright. She thanked him again and left the office, relieved her clumsiness hadn't ruined her chance to be hired.