Chapter 1

It is my first day at my first big job. I was chosen over twelve well connected and very competent candidates, this firm wanted the absolute best woman for the job.

The selection process was rather strange. It took a month, with activities every day, with lots of physical exams, more than a few psychological tests and the use of IQ tests I never heard of, using computer patterns and sound recognition.

The last week I was injected with a dozen different syringes, they told me I'd have to travel all over the world and I had to be protected against local diseases. I also have seen hours and hours of company videos in the last week and I must confess I dozed off in all of them, I can't actually remember a thing about the videos, save that they were about company rules and procedures,

But here I am, I smile in victory as I strut past the secretarial pool looking down at the poor women here... they do not have a major in administration like me and they have no hope to achieve what I just managed to win.

I look through the window and see Mr. Z, the powerful owner and director of this company. He sits in his office and brush the lint off his tailored suit as he waits for me.

I stop by the director's door, his secretary just announced me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is such an important moment of my life.

I look at my perfectly matched clothes, the knee long grey skirt is perfect, not to daring yet slightly alluring. I had to use a minimizer to keep my E-cups from distracting the man, but it is not working. It is not easy to hide breasts as big as mine!

I finally enter the room to see the powerful man sitting behind his desk, looking at me with a predatory stare, like all the BIG executives.

"Hello sir, my name is Nicole, Nicole Boketti. We met two weeks ago during the last interview." I say with my best smile and walk until I'm just in front of him.

He looks directly at my chest and smile, I feel a shiver, it is not what I expected, and somehow I feel he is remembering the physical videos... for the wrong reasons!

"Hello, Nicole. It's nice to have you aboard." He stands up and shakes my hand. "Let's get right to business, shall we? First off, you should feel very proud to be chosen... we had some excellent candidates, even a few from within the organization, but your 'assets' blew all of them away."

"Thank you sir!" I answer proudly. It is weird. Is he ogling my boobs?! I thought he was more 'professional' than that! But I'm used to guys staring and drooling at my too large mounds, I started to grow them when I was twelve and I am not exactly self conscious about my bosom. "How do I begin? I'm eager to start at my new career."

"Well, your 'position' under me is critical to our ability to function as a company and one of our first requirements is that you be presentable." He answers looking at me with appraising eyes. "Now, your choice of clothing today was obviously very professional, but more suited to the schoolteacher rather than an 'up and cumming' young businesswoman. Don't you think?"

"Err..." It caught me by surprise, I have to think quickly. "I came with the usual, I still don't know the company politics on clothing and the way the higher level staff must dress. But I'm ready to learn it." I say trying to gauge if my answer was good or bad.

At least I notice one thing, he keeps stealing glances at my breasts and he does not look happy with the way they look, as if scolding me for wearing such a tight brasserie.

"Very good! An eagerness to learn was one of the reasons you were selected as well." Mr. Z hands me a pair of scissors over the desk. "That skirt is much to long for a young woman like you. It is very important that all personnel dress to their age and station. Cut at least a foot off the hem. How old are you again? 35?" I am sure he realizes that age is much to high, but I think he is gauging my reaction.

"I-I am 25!" I answer grabbing the scissors and looking at it with a frown. This must be some kind of corporate test. "Do you want me to cut off my skirt... at least a foot?!" I ask in shock. I look at the man and he does not look like he is joking.

"Oh... you're 25? Then you'd better make it 20 inches cut off. Oh and remove that blazer. That's part of what's making you look so far beyond your age. I know, some places they call it distinguished. Here its plain dis-gusting. Besides, as the Bible says, never hide your candle under a basket."

"Y-yes sir." I remove the blazer first, while I think of what to do with my skirt, it is a very expensive piece of clothe! "A-are you sure about the skirt?"

I am stuttering, it shows weakness, but this situation... it is nothing like what I imagined as my first contact with the director of the firm!

Still, I am not sure I should accept this, something is not right here. I know I should have started screaming and I would have walked away in anger and fill a sexual harassment law suit when he demanded it. But somehow I just can't seriously consider it. This is weird!

"You are taking too long to follow my instruction Miss Boketti." He stands and walks around the desk to stand directly over me. "Shall I do it instead?"

"I-I..." I stand in doubt for a moment, the music of the sounds system is the only sound in the room. "I'll do it."

I close my eyes and blush so deep I must look like a tomato now. With my hands trembling I grab the skirt and start to cut it off, a little more than a foot of it.

"What?!" He raises my chin with one finger. "That was not 20 inches. Apologize for your insubordination. Clearly numbers are not your strong suit... Unlike 'figures'."

"S-sorry sir..." I say more submissively than in any moment of my life. "I'll do it right now."

I end up making up for me mistake cutting off at least two feet. The skirt now ends just above my crotch, a lewd spectacle since I also have strong legs and a nice bubble butt... He was so openly talking about my 'figure'... I feel so embarrassed! Why am I not reacting?!

"Better! I see now that you understand your biggest ASS-set is your ability to learn. Now, let's apply the same logic to your blouse. Could you describe for me the rationale for your conservative upper body attire?"