I was so worried about being late for my interview. I got everything prepared the night before. I left my bra and panties and my hold-ups in a neat little pile on the linen chest. I showered first thing and then slipped into my clothes, putting on my make up in plenty of time. I wanted impress my prospective boss so much. I’d planned everything down to the last detail so that I would be on time. Why did the taxi have to break down? Why? ‘OK, don’t panic,’ I thought. Ring for another taxi. Deep breaths. Road works. There was the mother of all traffic congestion on the road to town. Cones everywhere. I could still do it, but I was pushing it now. All my planning was going to waste. I didn’t want to to turn up looking all flustered. My hair was nice and straight, with little ringlets at the side of my ears. If I started to get sweaty, they would fall out. At least I looked nice in my self. That red dress hugged my bum a treat and with the flesh-coloured hold ups only an inch above the hem – I only needed to cross my legs! Decent but stunning. I’ve not missed a Monday at the gym since April, and I’m looking good, even if I say so myself! I entered the apartment beşevler escort block with less than six minutes to my interview. I could still be on time, if not a minute or so early. I looked at my letter. It just said room 601, Mr Palmer. I asked the guy on the desk in the foyer and he told me it was on the sixth floor, first on the right. I called the lift and the doors opened with a little ‘ping.’ I stepped inside and pressed the button next to No.6. I looked at my watch. Three minutes. I couldn’t be late. Punctuality could be the one thing between me and the next candidate. Then the lift stopped at the third and a guy got on. He was quite tall and sharply dressed in his dark grey suit. I guessed he was probably 35. I like a sharp-dressed man, and he was immaculately groomed. I stepped to one side politely and he pushed the door-close button as I had a nice long look at his toned figure. I guess it might have been a sixth sense, but I knew something was wrong. I must have been standing that bit too close to the elevator doors and when his eyes followed my legs upwards, I just thought, ‘OK, have a good cebeci escort look, why don’t you?’ I looked down and then I realised my dress was moving. By the time I knew what was happening, it was ripped from my body with a sickening tearing sound. I was left standing there, in just my bra and and panties. The guy looked at me, with his mouth open. “My dress! My new dress!” I exclaimed. “Oh shit!” Said the guy, in consternation. “Fuck! What am I going to do! I’ve got an interview in one minute!” I said, in desparation. The guy looked at me and his eyes feasted on my body. He was clearly in awe of my boobies. I was in such a state, I hadn’t even thought about shielding myself. I was in my skimpiest white panties with the pink lace fringe and a matching push up bra. “Who…?” The man’s question was abruptly interrupted by a weird scraping sound and then the lift juddered to a halt. “Now what?” I said. “Your dress, it must have caught up in the lift mechanism. I’ll just…” He leant across to press the alarm button, but then paused as his face came close to mine. He looked down at my boobs and then into my kolej escort eyes. I think I was doing my Little Miss Helpless look. “Who is your interview with?” he asked. “It was with Mr. Palmer in six zero three,” I said. “I’m Grant Palmer,” he said. “What?” “That’s my office. I run Time Underwear. Is this your work?” he said, pointing at my lingerie. “Yes,” I said. “It’s all my design. I brought some samples, but you‘re seeing them as they were intended.” “Very nice,” he said. “What, you like my designs?” I said. “Yes, but I like what you’re hiding with them even more,” he said. I gulped. He looked at me and traced his finger up my tummy and continued upwards between my breasts. “Cute little thing aren’t you,” he said. “Am I?” “You know you are, you little minx.” I fluttered my eyelids and adjusted my bra, making my boobs quiver. “Didn’t you ought to buzz the buzzer now?” I suggested. “Oh I will, in a minute. Turn round…erm?” “Danielle.” “Hmmm… turn round Danielle.” I turned and looked at him over my shoulder. He was admiring my bum and licking his lips. “Wow! What an ass!” he said. “Is it?” “You know it is, you little tease. I bet you planned your dress getting caught in the lift!” “I DIDN’T!!!” I protested, indignantly. “OK…OK keep your knickers on!” he said. There was a long pause as the irony of his comments hit home. “Really? I thought you might want them off,” I said, cheekily. “Hmmm… you really are smoking hot,” he said, as he traced his fingers around the outline of my breasts.