It had been over a month since I had been fired from that miserable laundry. The old man had moved me around from one job to another, it was no wonder I couldn’t make sense of any of them. Finally, when he had me working all by myself at night, the buzzard caught me masturbating on a pile of dirty laundry. People from the old country just don’t understand that a girl has needs that sometimes have to be dealt with. Besides, judging from the cum stain on his trousers, I suspect he was playing right along with me in the dark but, yeah, I get fired. Real fair, right?
Who knew finding a job would be so tough? I’m young and healthy with a shapely body and a pretty face. My long, black hair is straight and clean. How come all these freaks and losers have jobs but nobody was hiring me? I was beginning to think there was some kind of black list against hiring pretty Chinese-American girls, I swear. At least that day I had an interview. I’d filled out dozens of applications without hearing a word back. I figured this was, at least, a chance and I was determined to make it pay off.
I dressed in a nice white blouse. It was a
You Porn little bit tight and showed the roundness of my breasts but it was the best one I had. The black skirt was perhaps a little short but showed off my shapely legs and with the pantyhose I figured it made me look like a sexy business woman. The black pumps completed the outfit and gave my cute tush a nice uplift. Sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of dowdy looking girls I felt, in comparison, like I looked competent and confident. As each one was called in before me, though, the waiting was getting on my nerves.
My name was the last one called. I strutted
Porno into the office and closed the door. There was a nice looking white man with curly brown hair sitting behind the desk. He looked only a few years older than me. His tie was loosened and the sleeves on his white shirt were rolled up. He had nice strong looking tanned arms. I took a seat at his request and he gave me a warm smile before starting with his questions. He was very friendly and I was trying to answer the best I could. Leaning forward to make a point, I felt a button pop on my tight blouse. I started to sigh with frustration and a second button popped. I could not believe this was happening to me. At first I was angry and embarrassed. Then, I noticed his nice hazel eyes looking down at my light brown, firm 34Cs with interest. I leaned forward a little further to give him a better view. Sometimes a girl has to use all her tools.
