Alarm clock ... How I hate this bastard! I opened my eyes, a bright sun was shining through the window, a hysterical cry of a bird was heard through the open windows. I turn on my side, take a phone from my bedside table and ... I slept !!! Today I have been asking for an insanely important interview for almost three months, and I overslept! I jump out of bed, pretending that I have no more than half an hour for all my girlish affairs and am taking a shower. Five minutes and now I’m slapping wet back into the bedroom, I wipe very quickly and start applying combat makeup, my hair is wet, but I don’t have time for a hair dryer, to hell with it, it’s dry on the way. So, and what to wear, the thought flashes through my head, the weather does not favor a strict trouser suit, therefore I decide to wear a skirt ... Panties, where are panties ?! No, in fact, I have a huge selection of underwear, but it is during moments of wild haste that it seems that these garments make a mass exodus.

Okay, a knee-length skirt, there is no time to look for panties, well, at least the bras have decided to return and not expose me on one of the most important days in my life. Not finding the cowards, it was decided not to wear them at all. Quickly hoisting over the rest of the wardrobe, I went into the kitchen. So, I have ten more minutes to drink a cup of coffee, otherwise there is a chance that I will fall asleep while driving. Having turned on the coffee maker, I already calmly walked into the bedroom to make the bed. Throwing off the blanket and pillows on the floor, I shake the crumpled sheet. Having more or less finished off on the surface of the mattress, the once-crystal white sheet provided an eerie sight. She was all stained. Spots of a well-defined origin. Yes, the day before I visited a certain entertainment institution, let's call it, let's say, just “Club”, where I met a cute boy named, say, Cyril, and already at ten o'clock in the evening, without waiting for the main program, we raced in a taxi to my home, where actually everything happened. And it should be noted, happened quite a lot of times. Vaguely remembering that Cyril left my dwelling at three in the morning, with a blissful face and a clear realization that I was late, I huddled to the kitchen.

***

It's half past seven, and it's already unbearable in the street. Opening the car door to the inferno in the cabin slightly dissipated, I lit a cigarette. No, I don’t smoke at all, but in case of nerves I always have a pack of cigarettes. Tightening and exposing my face to the morning sun, I suddenly clearly felt how a barely perceptible stream of air penetrates under my skirt and not encountering obstacles in the form of underwear in my way, gently blowing my battered, pretty at night shabby crotch. Without even noticing it, I broke into a mysterious smile and remembered the previous night, or rather all the key points. Judging by the sensations between the legs, Cyril only served somewhere in the region of the far north some five years, and represented women only by the voices of meteorologists who reported that another snow apocalypse would happen. Recalling this, I felt that I was beginning to get wet where it is now, in my particular situation, this is not at all useful. From these pleasant memories, thank God, I was distracted by a neighbor who came to me from the rear, went for a walk with his always barking nasty dog, loudly saying hello and loudly rejoicing at such a wonderful day, he inquired about my health and affairs in general, to which I smiled politely, answered him with a couple of polite, but to the disgust of the phrases on duty and climbed into the car.

The road was coming long, through the most zhopny areas of the city, where at that time there were already impassable traffic jams. Having rested on one of them after five minutes of the trip, I was attacked by thoughts that I had been trying to drive away from my very awakening.What and how will be formed during the interview, I need this job, the competition is crazy there! Applying the tactics of changing a bad thought to a positive one and presenting before me a huge, with an enormous size bardovoy head of a member of Cyril, my mind made a counterattack and the following picture presented to me horrified me. That which was formed in my head does not even have a desire to describe, therefore I had to think again about the upcoming interview. With these thoughts, by the appointed hour I drove to a luxurious office building, where literally in ten minutes my fate was to be decided for the nearest period.

***

The doors, flinging openly, launched me into a huge, radiant cleanliness hall. The girl at the reception, who had bowed over something, immediately raised her head and with a huge white-toothed smile stared at me. That's why I hate stressful situations, because it is because of them that collapse happens in my head and all sorts of, well, just unattached thoughts visit it with an enviable frequency. Well, that's why, or rather what, I got the idea that she probably just gorgeous blowjob ?! Huge mouth? Well, probably, but the size of the mouth still does not speak about the quality of this event ... After all, if the member is thin, then what difference does the mouth size, and this mouth needs a very, very thick aggregate, and maybe she doesn’t know how to blowjob at all, so , simply, it will defibrate and everything ... From the captivity of these, well, tin on how many untimely thoughts, I was torn out by the sweet, but very pleasant voice of the owner of a huge white-toothed smile. She greeted and introduced herself, called her Svetlana. In response, I also greeted and introduced myself, called me, although why they called me, that’s my name now, too, Svetlana. After reporting to her about the purpose of her visit, she leaned over some kind of magazine, carefully studied the records, then picked up the phone and dialed the number.

While she was talking on the phone, I looked around. Important and seemingly people passed by me. Someone was wearing a very tight suit, someone was wearing a denim shirt and jeans, but what didn’t hide from my penetrating gaze was that all of the women's team had everyone without exception (I didn’t see the cleaners probably not very surprised) there were huge cleavage, and I wouldn’t find women with breasts smaller than the third size. Hmm ... Dresscode here original. Looking down at Svetochka, who was still on the phone, I noticed how, like imperceptibly, she was putting her left girlfriend into the fourth size with her free hand, who suddenly felt the smell of freedom and burst forth into the light of day. Svetochka lifted her head, noticed my my eyes on her breasts and blushed deeply. I just smiled in response and winked at her, they say, do not worry who does not happen. After escorting me to the elevator and describing my further route to the reception room, she proudly headed towards her fortress reception desk, and my thoughts again, to put it mildly, were not very modest.

***

Stopping in front of the receptionist’s doors, I took a couple of deep breaths, straightened my skirt and unbuttoned one button on my blouse, after which, it was not clear why, I gently slapped my buttock and knocked on the door. The reception was huge, bright, made in the style of "high-tech with brute force", one secretary on the table had three computers at once, and the second had two, but there was a little smaller table. Both of these representatives of office management were such impregnable guards of the top management offices, although, in this case, inaccessibility, the concept is very conditional, because if you go to work like this, the view there was very effective and slightly challenging, and if your boss is not impotent, but a normal guy, then your inaccessibility is valid only outside the office.Going to the table with the largest number of computers, I introduced myself and briefly outlined the purpose of my visit, to which I instantly, without any calls, Anya, and so, judging by the badge called the doll of the main boss, she smiled, told me that they were waiting obligingly opened the door of the office in front of me. The fact that this is the office of the most important boss caught my eye immediately.

In the middle stood a huge table with the letter “T”, at its head sat the general himself. When the door closed behind me, he rose from the table, greeted ...