Steve Golden

Hot pants salesgirl

CHAPTER ONE

"Mr. Cheevers will see you now," said the poker-faced secretary, placing the phone back in its cradle.

It's about time, thought Missy, standing up and rearranging her stylish red dress. She peered down at her slender calves encased in sheer golden hose. She swelled out her chest proudly. Her hand ran quickly through her platinum hair.

Everything was perfect. No need to check her make-up. She'd done that a dozen times while she was waiting, making sure the dark blue eye shadow was just right, pursing her full red lips against each other to increase their glossy sheen. She glanced one last time at the prim secretary, then turned the door handle and stepped inside the inner office.

"Ah, Miss Treats! Come on in and sit down," Mr. Cheevers welcomed, "My, but you are a pretty girl, aren't you?"

Missy smiled her sexiest smile and swung her hips loosely as she moved to the seat in front of Cheevers' desk. This guy might be old enough to be her father, but he wasn't blind. If sheer girlish appeal was a requirement for this job, she certainly wasn't going to lose out for lack of effort in that area.

"And so, you want the job as assistant salesgirl, is that right?" he queried, his eyes running up and down her lithe young body.

"That's right. I'm out of school now, and I need a job badly."

"Have you any idea how many young women I've seen this morning already, all clamoring for the job? About a dozen. Some of them with quite a lot of experience in department store sales. What makes you think you're any better qualified than they?"

Missy's heart fell. What a question to start out with! He was right, of course. There were probably dozens of girls better suited to this job than she. What did she have to offer that was more attractive?