And they were all dressed pretty much the same way: short skirts, open shirts and high heels. As far as I could tell, none of them owned a bra and all...of them had jugs to die for. I met them, one by one, as I went around and collected smiles and names, most of which I quickly forgot. The bodies were not forgettable. When I got to my father’s big office on the top floor, I knocked and went in. When he got off the phone, he looked up and smiled. “You hired all those girls?” I asked. He smiled and. JutrasIt all started just before the end of the weekend when I got my new work orders. Only three days out of seven to work in the "on" season. I knew something was wrong there. Since dad was going back to work out of state at the end of the week, I knew I could use the time with my family.Monday went by and no calls from work asking me to come in. When mom got home from the dentist we headed up to the book store to use up the $25 coupon we had from there. After two months of nothing I cared to. “ Guess it’s my lucky day, you’re really fucking hot Megan”, he complimented.I gave him an appreciative smile and tightened my grip on his hand, noticing it getting a tad sweaty, “ I think I’m the lucky one, a lot of girls would love to be in my place right now, you’re a really hot guy”, I said back trying to boost his confidence ( it wasn’t like I was lying he was a real stud).He snickered and looked down to meet my gaze, his eyes roaming across the tops of my breasts before he. Casually, she said "You should get it", before leaving.I was ready to burst as I quickly dressed and paid for my items while Jen passed the time browsing in the store. I immediately asked her out for a drink. We went to a quiet wine bar in the Exchange District and talked for hours. She explained to me that she panicked after our first encounter at the office and was worried that she could loose her job. She had decided to be nothing but the perfect professional until my treatments were.