It's interview time

I arrived for my interview still on a high from the night before. I'd gone for for a plain blue form fitting dress with matching blue lace bra and thong finished off with black heels. I'd curled my hair to give it a wavy effect as it hung loose and done casual but pretty make up. The dress despite being plain highlighted what I knew they would be looking for, my boobs (and ample cleavage) and my bum, although my heeled leg should be a nice bonus.

After introducing myself to the receptionist he guided me into an office and left me waiting where I was now. I was sat cross legged my arms resting on my thigh, which ended up squishing my boobs together accentuating my already impressive cleavage.

I'd been waiting for what seemed like ages when a man walked in, he looked 35ish, tall, I'd say 6 foot, and looked pretty well built under his shirt. He had a rugged looking face with stubble on a strong chin, definitely handsome.

"Hello Lexi," we shook hands as I noted his strong grip and deep masculine voice. "Well so far it all looks good, you've defiantly got the look and you've arrived on time which looks to mean reliable. We just need to see how you do when you're in front of a camera and an audience. Are you ready?"