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"Hello... yes... I am John Miller and I have come about the job." I stuttered and held out my hand.
She studied me with piercing blue eyes through her half moon glasses, refusing to uncross her arms from under her ample bosom to take my offered hand and shake it. Drunk Hardcore Her grey hair was tightly knotted into a bun onto the back of her head and a black suit hugged her ample frame just as tightly. She scornfully pursed her bright red lips, and even though I don't like to admit it, she scared me.
What seemed like an eternity later she finally spoke. "You are a boy and this is a ladies fitting store. We only supply the finest clothing to the finest ladies so what on earth could you possibly offer me?" Drunk Hardcore It seemed more like a demand rather than a question such was her authority.
"I am a hard worker and I am..."
"Yes I bet you are." She abruptly cut me off. "Come here and join me behind this counter to see how it fits you." She ordered. Although she didn't snap her fingers I could have sworn I heard it and I jumped to attention.
I quickly joined her side and noticed that everything about her was stern and that she wouldn't take any nonsense. Drunk Hardcore As strange as it sounds I found the smell of her lavender perfume alluring, even sexy. Maybe it wasn't just the perfume because I realised that whenever she spoke to me a little shiver run up my spine.
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