Karla kept pulling her skirt down grunting under her breath at how tightly the little black skirt hugged her sides.
{So much for it'll still fit!.} She had spilled coffee on her skirt, all due to her eagerness to head to this interview. All hope seemed lost, that was till her gaze landed on her only other alternative...
It was a skirt she used to wear some time ago as a stripper. The black little skirt barely shielded her skin from anything. She used to put it on, while cosplaying as a hot flight attendant, the length was something even she knew her new employer would find repulsive.
"If it's an old man, I can kiss this job goodbye... But if he's young, he would probably imagine am sending him mixed messages." Karla failed to notice the hardened stares trained on her.
Her mind was too preoccupied on just who exactly was this employer, that worked in such a large office. Larger than Mr Grey's complex by a landslide.
