Focus on them, not yourself

I smile confidently as I step into the office, meeting two middle-aged sitting in bespoke suits behind a desk. Considering my new bombshell looks I could only imagine what could happen between me and these two if I didn't play this carefully.

"Miss. Davina Evanston, was it?" the one to the right asked as he got up and stretched out a hand. He seemed to be more relaxed than the one to the left. "I'm James Johnson, Chief human resources," he adds.

You nod and smile before asking a question. "Johnson and Brockwater Johnson?"

James tilts his head back and forth a few times, "My old man is the founder, but I've been here for a few years myself," he said with a smile as he released your hand.

I glance over at his colleague who is also standing ready to shake my hand. In my eyes he looks way too polite to be thinking of any impolite, but looks can be deceiving.

"And I'm Michael Müeller, head of marketing," he said and gives you a smile. I greet what would probably be my immediate boss in the company if I got the job. "Have a seat, miss Evanston," he said and gestures to the chair in front of the table of them, next to me.

"Oh, thank you," I said as I move over to the chair and sit down in a way that shows off my curves in a casual manner. "I'm feeling slightly pampered getting such a review. I'm still studying, after all," I said, taking some time to make sure I don't paint myself into a corner.

"Well, when we got your resume, we knew you deserved a little extra pampering," James said as he sat down and looked at you again.

I feel a bit peeved at him glaring at my new body, tailored for their desires, and feel a need to put him in place. "Well, misunderstand me correctly, but some women are expected to look good while being good at their job. I'm sure it has been that way for you just as it has been for me!"

James and Michael blinked as the world shimmered. Jamie looked down at her cleavage, pink hair dancing across her face as she paused at the sight, as if seeing it for the first time.

but, a second later she looked up at me and gave me a hearty laugh, "Oh, we two are going to get along just fine, Davina. You're right, I'll admit. Michael here," Jamie said as she put her hand on his thigh. He also seemed to be wearing a more tight-fitted suit, now. And the painting on the walls were more saturated. "These cute boys have had it easy for centuries, but now they have to work hard to make the girls want to play hard."

Michael squirmed a little at the attention from his boss but gave him a conceding smile in agreement.

"Aw, still a romantic," Jamie said with a giggle as she looked back at me, who for some reason were also feeling very happy about how cute Michael was. "He's engaged, you know. Going to marry his sweetheart this summer. Mary, was it?"

"Marie," he corrected Jamie with a smile containing a weary patience.

"Oh la la! I'm terribly sorry," Jamie said and gave you a smirk. "Michael's a great guy, takes his job very seriously, even goes to church on sundays."

"Well, that's good, I was worried this place just hired females for their good looks and loose morals," I saand giggle before catching myself. "Oh, wait-" I said as my stomach drops and I look over at Michael...

Only to find a curvy redhead smirking back at me. "Yeah, I absolve the priest of some semen- I mean sins on sundays," The bombshell version of Michael smirks back at the both of us as she licks her lips. Jamie burst into a hearty laugh and slapped her thigh. I felt somewhat bad for ruining her former life, but she seemed happy, so I just tried to join in on the laugh and not show any regrets on my part.

"That's the spirit Mika!" Jamie said and glanced back at me. "Can you tell we're a bit stir-crazy in this company? We really should have employed more guys..." she said and sighs as she pushes a button on her desk. "but, you know the motto: 'Johnson & Rockwater - limitless Feminine Talents,' she said and waves her hands around the room. A moment later the door opens and a very buff man comes rolling in with a serving cart filled with warm drinks, fruits, some chocolates... and an assortment of black boxes with unknown inventory and silver platters with small satin sheets covering their content.

"Aw, perfect, I could go for some nuts right now," Mika giggled as she grabbed a handful from the bowl, which was placed close to the server's crotch.

He didn't seem to mind and just smiled as he looked at me, making me worried I'd slide off my leather chair if I didn't sit straight. "Coffee, tea, drink?"

I smiled as I pondered my choices. But as I was pondering, Jamie's hands came crawling around the server's waist. Her head poked out beneath his trunk of an arm which he'd helpfully lifted up for her and she took a deep breath through her nose. "Mhm, stir-crazy, Davina. What do you think Brandon here helps us with?"

I blink as I try to think of a smart way to answer that question.

(Image1: Anna Bell Peaks, image 2: Brooklyn Lee)