Ignoring the wetness in your panties, you reply, "Actually, I'm here about a job. Where should I go for that?"

The woman gasps, "Oh, you want to work here? That's great, you're going to love it! Follow me, I'll take you to the office."

She steps out from behind the counter and you stare at her massive golden platforms. She must be under five feet tall without those, you think. And she's still the sexiest woman you've ever seen.

You follow her, trying not to stare too much at her shapely ass, through a small door to the side of the hall, away from the two massive main doors to the exhibits. She talks the whole way, telling you that no one gets a job straight off because there are so many applicants, so you must complete a one-week volunteer period first. "But don't worry," she reassures you. "It's really fun. I bet you'll do just fine." She knocks on a door at the end of a corridor. "Miss Ryder? I've got a new girl here!"

"Bring her in then," calls a husky voice from within.

She turns to you with a smile, her hand on the doorknob.