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Carly straightened her plain, grey skirt that hung loose from her hips. She buttoned the top button of her white silk blouse and pinned a stray curl back into the bun on top of her head. She looked in the mirror. “I look ridiculous,” she murmured to herself. Carly needed money, and now she needed a job. Her parents stopped sending her allowance when her GPA dropped her first semester in college. Carly’s roommate, Blair, offered to get her a job at The Spur, the local dive-bar. But that involved immature frat boys and that wasn’t Carly’s scene. She turned away from the mirror, grabbed her keys, and drove to her first job interview.  Michael stared at the prim girl sitting in front of him. She sat nervously, perched on the edge of her chair, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. He needed a new assistant after his last one quit. Well his last one didn’t quit; he had to let her go after his wife caught him fucking the girl in the ass. It didn’t help that he was fucking her at home. On his wife’s newly reupholstered antique sofa. Michael needed to hire someone, and he needed to not think about fucking the girl he hired 24/7. Michael stared at the plain girl in front of him, she didn’t wear any makeup, her shirt was button up to her neck and her skirt was practically a tent. “You’re hired,” he said and watched as her face lit up in joy. “Wow, thank you so much! I really appreciate—”  “You can start tomorrow, I’ll be out until around 1:30, so come in at 2pm.” As he shook her hand and watched as she left he was confident he made a safe choice. “What do you mean Arnavutköy escort you need me to cover your shift? I can’t, I start work tomorrow. Isn’t there anyone else?” Carly threw her hands up in frustration. Blair had a fever and chills and needed someone to cover her shift at The Spur. “Everyone else has a class or something else going on. Please! It’s just from 9am to noon, and no one ever goes in at that time, you can just chill and do homework. Seriously, the place will be empty, you just have to babysit the register, and maybe serve coffee if some dumb tourist wanders in.” “Darn it. Fine. But you totally owe me,” Carly was about to leave Blair’s room but twirled back around, “Wait… do I still have to wear that stupid uniform?” “Yes! And it’s not so bad. I actually think you’d look hot as fuck in it. And you have to wear full makeup. Doesn’t matter if no one comes in, Pervy Sam likes to sneak peaks at his waitresses.”  Carly spent all morning avoiding Pervy Sam’s come-ons and finally when she did leave The Spur she couldn’t get her car to start. “Shoot!” she kicked the tire, “Now I have to take the bus, which leaves me no time to go home and get changed for the office.” She looked down at what she was wearing… “I hope I don’t get fired…” “Take off your coat, and let’s—” Michael nearly dropped his coffee when Carly walked into his office and awkwardly took off her knee-length pea coat. He scanned her from head to toe. Her long blonde hair hung in loose waves down her back, her eyes shone bright blue with Avcılar escort bayan the outline of eyeliner and mascara, and her lips were bright red. She wore a tight, nearly see-through pink shirt that was cropped, showing off her trim waist. Michael swallowed hard. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. He could almost see the hue of her nipples. She wore tight black shorts cut so high they exposed her round ass. And to top it all off she had three inch black strappy heels on. When Michael finally looked up he saw her awkwardly crossing her arms, trying to use her coat to cover her exposed waist. “Come on in,” he waved her inside and before shutting the door he checked to make sure no one saw what Carly was wearing. He quickly turned the blinds. “Well…” He forgot what he was going to say as he watched her large breasts bounce as she walked further inside the office. “I think it’s best if you work in my office today. Don’t want to distract any of those young bucks. That would be an HR nightmare. You understand.” “Yes, I’m so sorry for showing up like this, I was covering a shift for my—” “It doesn’t matter. Really. I think you’ll come to realize that I can be a very flexible boss… And very generous.” Carly didn’t understand what he meant but she blushed profusely anyways. Michael took note of her innocent blush and knew better than to push her to far today. Instead he spent the rest of the day behind his desk hiding his massive erection. Carly stayed in his office the entirety of the day, focusing on editing and organizing Escort Bağcılar files. She was extremely grateful Michael turned a blind eye to her slutty attire. She counted herself lucky to have such a laidback boss. At the end of the day Michael helped her into her pea coat, and as she put her hand on the doorknob he pressed his palm against the door. Carly looked up at him in confusion. “This is for you.” He held out a $100 bill. Carly looked at the bill and then looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t understand? Am I getting paid early?” Her tongue darted out to moisten her dry lips. “No. You’ll still get paid on the 1 st. This,” he held the bill up, “is extra. Let’s just say I like your…” his eyes raked her from head to toe, “your sense of style.” Carly stared at him with shock and indignation. Her mouth was slightly open, she waited for the right words to come but she just stared at him. Michael gave her a boyish grin, folded the $100 bill, placed it in her hand, and opened the door for her. He chuckled as she nearly ran out the door. Carly’s heart was pounding as she drove home. She read stories about weird bosses but she never expected it to happen to her. She felt a warmth in her pussy and she rubbed her legs together. She couldn’t believe she got wet from that interaction. Michael was an older man, but he wasn’t old. He was probably in his fifties. He had a full head of hair that was sprinkled with grey. He wasn’t out of shape. Carly knit her eyebrows together… “In fact, he’s actually sort of good looking,” Carly was shocked by her own train of thought. Carly grew up in a very conservative family and came from a very religious background, and although college had helped her loosen up, she had only ever touched one cock before, and it wasn’t a good experience, the guy stayed limp the whole time, leaving Carly to question her own sex appeal.

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