jennifersdreams
Really Experienced
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- Nov 5, 2010
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Misty knew how lucky she had been to find a job at all, and being a receptionist for the Thomas Company was easy. In fact, it was almost dull, as most of their business was handled off site. A few people came in, always with appointments, and sometimes the phone would ring, and she would connect the caller to whoever they were trying to reach. She didn't kid herself, she was doing a job that could be more efficiently done by a cheap bit of software and a keypad on the door, so she did her best to be friendly.
The truth was, she knew she had been hired as eye candy. Maybe in a different world she would find that difficult, but if having a c cup instead of a b meant she got a paycheck, she wasn't going to argue with it. She did her best to look professional while showing off a good portion of cleavage and thigh every day, and she made sure her red hair spilled over her shoulders as sexily as possible. She flirted with customers and employees, but never very seriously.
Her phone beeped, an inside line. She checked the extension as she picked up.
"Good morning Mister Thomas," she said warmly.
"Bring us coffee. Black for me, cream and sugar for Mister Smith."
"I'll be right there, Mister Thomas," she said, and hung up. She got te hcoffee, and went to the big office in the back, where the CEO and founder was in a meeting with an important client.
((for whatever reason, Mr. Thomas won't lay a finger on her. He will, however, pimp her out to his customers. if interested PM please))
The truth was, she knew she had been hired as eye candy. Maybe in a different world she would find that difficult, but if having a c cup instead of a b meant she got a paycheck, she wasn't going to argue with it. She did her best to look professional while showing off a good portion of cleavage and thigh every day, and she made sure her red hair spilled over her shoulders as sexily as possible. She flirted with customers and employees, but never very seriously.
Her phone beeped, an inside line. She checked the extension as she picked up.
"Good morning Mister Thomas," she said warmly.
"Bring us coffee. Black for me, cream and sugar for Mister Smith."
"I'll be right there, Mister Thomas," she said, and hung up. She got te hcoffee, and went to the big office in the back, where the CEO and founder was in a meeting with an important client.
((for whatever reason, Mr. Thomas won't lay a finger on her. He will, however, pimp her out to his customers. if interested PM please))