A Tall Busty Redhead

There was always something a bit odd about Sarah. Something that was not quite right. It wasn't hard to see why. After all she had one feature that let her stand above the rest.

That was her height. Sarah was nearly six feet tall. In heels, she towered over most of her competitors. And while her build was hardly big, her accentuated curves had the tendency to make her stand out. In truth Sarah hated that. She hated being oggled. She hated being cat called. She hated those mean jokes people would play where they'd trip her. Not a hard task with her massive legs.

This should have been an advantage though. In the world of business, being tall was an advantage, even for a woman. She should have come across as striving amazon. But, if you called her an amazon to one of Sarah's friends, they'd just laugh. Her? An Amazon? Amazon's aren't half tripping over their feet half the time. Her best friend from high school had called her "Napoleon" once. They were not friends anymore...

Sarah straightened her curly red hair over and over again as she drove, every so often, trying to get it just right. She didn't want to look too frazzled when she arrived at the meeting.