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She had kept telling herself how much she needed the work, or more importantly the money... College wasn't cheap. And it had to be somewhere with flexible hours.
The new desk for a day/glorified coffee houses were doing great business with the startup community. But she had managed to find a job in the hooters end of the market. Hostesses were required to wear fifties outfits right down to the underwear. They were so tight they would not be wearable without the girdles or corsets supplied by the company.
The requirements were fairly simple, answer phones, take messages, sort corresponence, fetch coffee, printouts, do research, test a bit of software or web site here and there so if she wasn't sashaying around at some mans beck and call in what looked like an office straight out of Mad Men she was hunched over a keyboard in the 'typing pool' doing other menial work for some suit...
And the other girls were such dumb bimbos. They were like they had been recuited in the fifties and transported to the present. Most seemed to be doing courses in a finishing school nearby which seemed intent on making sure every woman knew secretarial skills, assisting men in any way and looking the perfect little secretary till they landed a husband. All they talked about was men, makeup and marriage... No that wasn't true. They also were obsessed with flirting with the clients. And it was so common to see one of the girls 'accidently' drop something just to bend over in front of a client so she could get a complimentary slap on her backside. But it sure brought in the tips. She envied how much they got whilest her own tip jar was nearly empty. They constantly told her to flirt for tips and showed her how easy it was...
It couldn't hurt to try, could it? A little flirting led to better tips. The girls constantly suggested new outfits, new make up, new hair styles and bit by her tips climbed higher and she was having as much fun as the girls. As her grades began slipping it was easy to change direction and join them in the Stepford school for yound ladies.
She loved the work, she loved flirting with the men, she loved her backside still stinging from her last spanking. She hoped married life would be as exciting... Maybe they weren't so dumb after all...

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She had kept telling herself how much she needed the work, or more importantly the money... College wasn't cheap. And it had to be somewhere with flexible hours.
The new desk for a day/glorified coffee houses were doing great business with the startup community. But she had managed to find a job in the hooters end of the market. Hostesses were required to wear fifties outfits right down to the underwear. They were so tight they would not be wearable without the girdles or corsets supplied by the company.
The requirements were fairly simple, answer phones, take messages, sort corresponence, fetch coffee, printouts, do research, test a bit of software or web site here and there so if she wasn't sashaying around at some mans beck and call in what looked like an office straight out of Mad Men she was hunched over a keyboard in the 'typing pool' doing other menial work for some suit...
And the other girls were such dumb bimbos. They were like they had been recuited in the fifties and transported to the present. Most seemed to be doing courses in a finishing school nearby which seemed intent on making sure every woman knew secretarial skills, assisting men in any way and looking the perfect little secretary till they landed a husband. All they talked about was men, makeup and marriage... No that wasn't true. They also were obsessed with flirting with the clients. And it was so common to see one of the girls 'accidently' drop something just to bend over in front of a client so she could get a complimentary slap on her backside. But it sure brought in the tips. She envied how much they got whilest her own tip jar was nearly empty. They constantly told her to flirt for tips and showed her how easy it was...
It couldn't hurt to try, could it? A little flirting led to better tips. The girls constantly suggested new outfits, new make up, new hair styles and bit by her tips climbed higher and she was having as much fun as the girls. As her grades began slipping it was easy to change direction and join them in the Stepford school for yound ladies.
She loved the work, she loved flirting with the men, she loved her backside still stinging from her last spanking. She hoped married life would be as exciting... Maybe they weren't so dumb after all...