Throwing rocks in glass houses, are we?

I roll my eyes and quickly decide to put this woman in place. "Aw, I thought this company had pretty sexist uniform rules for the women working in it, and all the female employees grow proud of looking like... models?" I say, giving the last word the same weight she'd given it.

It seemed like she was about to burst with outrage, when she shimmered and changed. Gone were the comfortable office wear, replaced by a very revealing sheer top with thin straps sliding over her bolted on silicon tits and extremely tanned skin, her pant suit replaced by a white mini skirt revealing long, lithe legs in high heels, and her tied up hair with grey streaks now flowing in a dark uniform saturated dye, any sign of age desperately hidden away.

(Image: Jessica Jaymes)

"Aw, I'm just saying you could have done worse," the much now sluttier secretary beamed, chemically whitened teeth on full display. "I'm sorry if I made a bad first impression, I'm Jessica by the way! I'm just glad to see the company is still attracting great candidates," Jessica continues as she gets up and goes up to you, tugging at your blazer and pulling a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Of all genders," she says as she steps back and gives you a look.

"Still, you're a bit outside of what management are looking for, in my experience," Jessica adds as she beckons you to follow her.

"I think..."