Melissa fails the interview but finds an alternative.

"You know the rules," the receptionist told Elmer as she directed him away from Melissa. She smiled at the mailboy. "You'll have to do with me." She came over and hugged the eager mailboy. Then she hopped up on the desk, spread her knees, and pulled up her yellow skirt, revealing a lovely pussy with soft downy hair.

Lovely. Melissa's lips twitched. She held back her exclamation of delight, but a twinkle in the receptionist's eyes told Melissa she might as well have blurted it out.

Elmer shrugged at the receptionist's words. He turned away from Melissa and slipped his cock out, pressing into the girl's sex. In and out three times, he gasped a bit, and Melissa could see his cock jerk and throb. Finally, he pulled out, saying "Thanks, Corinne." She straightened herself and went back to her chair and the boy left with his mail basket.

Melissa was pressing her thighs together, watching Corinne idly. She could still feel the touch of Corinne's lips on her neck. The tight little points of Corinne's nipples that had erected at the touch of Melissa's skin were still firm under her filmy blouse. If she didn't get the job, maybe she could see the receptionist on her lunch break. Or perhaps she would offer consolation. Finally Melissa decided she was just getting herself too worked up and went back to the paper she had picked up from the table.

Suddenly there was a call on an intercom. "Send her in," the voice said.

Corinne nodded to a door, and Melissa bit her lip and stood, straightening.

"You look fine. Very sexy," said Corinne.

Melissa smiled and opened the door.

Far across the room was a stunning woman who rose, smiling, and reached out her hand to Melissa.

"Miss Greenleaf," she greeted Melissa as she grasped her hand firmly. "I'm Marian Peabody."

"Ms. Peabody?" Melissa said. "Good to meet you."

"Please come in," Marian said.

Marian was a tall woman whose tailored clothing favored her long lines. Marian's hair was in a ponytail, like Melissa's, showing off the smooth line of her neck. While Marian's clothing didn't reveal as much as Melissa's red dress, the fabric slipped smoothly across her skin as she moved and promised ease of access that was practical for a people job like hers. Melissa smiled at an incongruous thought -- Marian dressed for the loading dock in a coverall with its snugged-up zippers protecting the delicate skin underneath.

Melissa stepped into the room and let Ms. Peabody close the door behind her. He eyes opened wider to see, in fact, a temporary coverall, hard hat and work shoes sitting folded on a side table.

Marian laughed, seeing where Melissa was looking. "Bryant's is expanding," she said, "It's good to keep an eye on how the build-out are going. And I enjoy spending time with all kinds of people."

When Melissa looked back, Marian was smiling.

"Please sit down," Marian said, indicating one end of a low couch by the window. Melissa sat down and Marian took the other end. Marian opened a manila folder on the windowsill. "Let's talk about the opportunity, what you're interested in, and your experience."

In a few minutes, Marian's questions made it clear that she was looking for someone with more experience for the opening that Melissa had been hoping for.

Melissa's lip trembled, wondering if there was some was she could talk herself into the job -- a probationary role, or a part-time one.

"It's clear you're game," Marian said, nodding, "but it doesn't look like a match for your current level."

Melissa's shoulders fell. Marian leaned forward, hugging the younger woman to comfort her. Marian dabbed a tear away with her handkerchief.

Melissa breathed in deeply. "It's no, no, no, no, no, no, yes," they say.

"That's what they say," Marian agreed. She looked at Melissa's face and read the tension in her posture. "Would you like to nurse?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms. Peabody," Melissa said, grateful.

Marian opened the top panel of her blouse and offered her breast. Melissa cuddled close and sucked in Marian's soft brown nipple, breathing in Marian's full scent. Marian stroked Melissa's hair and rubbed her neck as the younger woman took consolation from her body. Marian watched the worry slowly ease out of Melissa's carriage as the primal act of mothering soothed her. While Marian didn't have the soft curves of a classic motherly type, her gentle touch and patience embodied it in truth.

After a time, Marian guided Melissa to sit up again. Her nipple was erect after Melissa's nursing. She dabbed the younger woman's chin with her handkerchief and secured her blouse.

Marian said, "When I read your resume, I took the liberty of comparing it against some other openings at Bryant's that could be a possible fit for you. Would you like to talk about some other possibilities?"

"Yes, very much," Melissa said.

After going over them, Melissa found another opening that looked like a good way in at Bryant's, even if it wasn't precisely what she was hoping for.

Melissa signed the offer as Ms. Peabody indicated.

"Congratulations Ms. Greenleaf, you are now part of Bryant's," Marian said. "Your friend Charlene was most persuasive that I consider finding a place for you. Would you like to thank her?"

Melissa raised her eyebrows. "Yes, of course," she said. Maybe Charlene was a better friend and less uptight than she seemed.

She buzzed the receptionist on the intercom. "Corinne, would you have Charlene join us?" she said.