Once again wearing the skirt, I turned my back towards the mirror, and leaned slightly forward. Looking back over my shoulder, I could clearly see the...reflection of my white cotton panties covering my totally exposed rear-end. The nuns would have had a heart attack if they saw me like this! Too bad nobody was going to see my panties tonight though. I giggled like the girl I was when I used to wear this skirt, as I slipped the panties down my legs.Turning around and facing the mirror, I slightly. There's no reason for you o turn this job down otherthan some stubborn sense of pride you have." That may or may not be true. I don't want your business to falterbecause of my...ungainly appearance, so to speak." Trust me, your appearance doesn't matter. If you get a job here, we'llliterally transform you into something worthy of working here." Sheactually moved out from the doorway and stood right in front of me andleaned over, giving me a good look at her ample cleavage pressing at herblouse,. Turning her upper body towards him she replied. “Only loose women and players fall victim to the trappings of flash and boom.” Mr.Laid Back rewarded Christie with a profiled half smile. “Flash and boom?” He drained the liquor from his glass and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Swinging around in his chair to face Christie, his entire presence engaged in the conversation. Christie felt herself flush with heat. Something about this man called to her wild side. “Flash.” She tilted her. " They're small." But still..." I scowled at the menu. "I hate having to pick it apart, and there's so much waste with the bones and skin and all..." That would go to waste whether it's picked apart by you or the chef," she retorted."Yeah -- but in this case I'm paying for it." You'd pay for it either way." I came here for dinner, not an argument," I responded. "That's the trouble with this society -- we've developed into such a culture of waste." Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "I thought I.