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Fresh Out of College
Christine's First Day In The Graphic Design
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Christine's First Day on the Job. A
busty beauty succumbs to unusual work practices.



Christine Hastings couldn't believe her good fortune.

Fresh out of college, the first application she sent in, she got a
call back for an interview. Having graduated with a bachelor of arts
in graphic arts, she knew the field was small, so she wasn't
expecting much so early on.



Dawson Design was a small, but growing firm, located

in downtown Columbus. Brad Dawson ran the place by himself, building
his business one client at a time. Now he was at a point where he
needed a staff member, someone who was skilled in all aspects of
Adobe Print, Web and Video applications; someone who could do some of
the grunt work, while he focused on building the business. He was
willing to look for applicants straight of school, knowing he would
be able to pay them slightly less while they acquired invaluable
experience in their field.



When Brad submitted his listing for a graphic artist,

he was surprised by how many resumes he received. Mostly experienced,
but over-worked professionals. He wouldn't be able to afford their
current salaries, though.



Christine's resume popped to his attention, someone

fresh out of school with a unique style to her portfolio. He was
willing to take the risk on taking someone with no real world
experience, but hopefully a hunger to do well. He sent an email for
her to meet him on Monday morning for an interview.

Christine made her way to Long Street, in an older

commercial district of Central Columbus. She found the brown brick
building with the matching address, but its signage said “Billig
Accounting”. She found street parking further down the block
and walked back to the 2-story old building. It was well-preserved
with all new bronzed door & windows.The glass exterior door led
to a long hall. At the end of the hall was a door with a classy sign
indicating the Graphic Design business she was seeking out. A soft
chime sounded from the far end of the room, when she stepped in. In
front of her was a modern conference table, Just then she heard
sounds of movement coming from the 2nd doorway on her
left.

The 38-year-old Brad was floored when he met

Christine. She stood inside the doorway of his office suite, behind
an accounting firm which occupied the storefront portion of the old
brick building in an older part of Columbus, Ohio. was kinda short,
maybe 5' 3", but she had huge breasts, while maintaining a
tight, thin waist. Her ass was round, but not too big and her hips
narrow. Christine, of course, noticed Brad looking her over when she
walked in. She was accustomed to this from all members of the
opposite sex. Hell, even many members of her own gender. She was well
aware she had a porn star body, yet she was never smug about it. In
fact, she often wished she had a more "normal" figure.



She certainly didn't actively work for her look. She

was simply young and active enough, with healthy genes from both
sides of the family. She realized she drew attention to herself and
couldn't help it, so sometimes she played it to her advantage. Today,
being eager to win a job, she wore a white cotton lace eyelet blouse
with an open front that only buttoned from the bustline down to the
waist. She wore a woolen pencil skirt that showed her trim ass and
hips. It was business attire with a clear indication of a friendly,
perhaps flirty demeanor. Her magnificent breasts were encased in a
thin white demi bra that still managed to push them up enough to show
healthy amounts of cleavage.

Brad and Christine seemed to hit it off well. Whether

her outfit had anything to do with it, could be debated, but it
probably didn't hurt.

Christine was, at 25, finally out of college, having

switched majors 4 times in her 7 years of studies.



"So it says here you paginated for the school

paper throughout your college career," said Brad.



"That's right," said Christine. "I

also helped design ads and even worked on several campaigns."



"Well, I think that's all I need to know. If you

can manage those tasks, I have plenty of work I can unload on you to
handle for me now. I like the samples you sent. I want you to feel
completely free to be as creative as you like, so long as it fits
within clients' requests. OK?"



Christine couldn't believe someone would just trust

her like that, giving little artistic direction, like right off the
bat. Either he was crazy or impressed by her portfolio. She hoped the
latter.



"Really?" she asked. "You don't want

to instruct me what to do first when we get projects in? I get total
creative freedom?"



"Tell ya what. If an idea hits me, I'll run it

by you. If I think it's so good that we must do it, then I'll let you
know, and ask you to specifically abide to my idea, but otherwise,
you have complete creative freedom. Do the best work you can, be as
creative as you wish, so long as it benefits the clients. Ultimately,
you are accountable to them. The key to success is understanding
their needs, not yours."



That made sense and she'd heard it before. "I

don't know what to say. Yes! I would love to work here!"



"Will you be willing to sign on for 32k? I know

it's not much, but I'll throw in ten percent of all net profits on
any new clients we sign from the day you start. If I'm able to make
more money with you here, I plan on acquiring more clients.



Thirty-two thousand was really low, thought

Christine. She was thinking 38 or 40 minimum when she walked in.



"I don't know, Mr. Dawson. I don't think I could

afford an apartment in the city on that. Could you afford to pay me
40k and not give any percentage to me when you get additional
clients?"



It was a reasonable request, thought Brad, but he

honestly didn't have the cash flow to pay her that much at the moment
and he explained it to her so.



"I just made a deal last month, to buy the

entire building from the widow of the fella who was in the
commercial properties business. I acquired 3 upstairs studio
apartments in the transaction, but I haven't yet leased one of them
out." he said. "It's not much, but it's fully furnished,
has a small kitchen and bathroom. Almost 800 square feet. With its
own central heat & air. You could live there. It's listed for
$850 per month plus electric and gas, on a 1 year lease. I can give
you it for $100 a month plus utilities; on an employee discount.
Hell, which would save you at least 8 grand or more on rent alone,
around here. Are you currently in contract anywhere else? You still
live with your parents in Mansfield, right? A rather long drive, even
when it's not rush hour."



Now this was a stunning compromise, thought

Christine. Making 32k and paying only token rent would be even better
than making 40k and having to pay rent in the city. It was a
considerably better deal. It also sheltered her from added income
taxes and Fikah withholding, This will lower her minimum student loan
payments, as well. She jumped up on her feet, her tits nearly
bouncing out of her sheer blouse, and extended her hand.



"You got a deal, Mister! When can I move in?"



"Today, if you like! Oh, and by the way, you

don't have to wear clothes around me."



Christine was stunned by the statement. "What?

Why would you ask such a thing?" Immediately she conjured up
narratives from her sociology classes and the woke professors at Thee
Ohio State University.



"I just mean, when you work here. You don't have

to wear any clothes," explained Brad. "It's entirely up to
you!"



"Mr. Dawson! How dare you? I am Not going to be

running around naked for you! I may be in need of work, but I am
certainly no whore! This... this... this is sexual harassment!"



"I'm sorry to have offended you, Miss Hastings,

but I disagree, I have not harassed you in any way."



"Telling me to take my clothes off!?"



"I told you that you didn't have to, wear

clothes. I did not, in any way, suggest it was preferred, much less
required. Why would I? That's crazy!"



"Why would you suggest I not wear clothes?"



"I wouldn't! Perhaps you didn't hear me just

say; 'I did not in any way suggest it'."



"But you just did!" insisted Christine.



"No, I didn't," Brad responded. "I

simply informed you of the truth of the matter: that you don't have
to wear clothes here. What is the big deal about there being no dress
code? We simply do not impose one. You are the only one deciding your
own wardrobe decisions. I just gave you a non-monetary employee
benefit. Total autonomy. That's something you would not get at any
corporate workplace. It costs me nothing and saves you having to
worry about what is your wardrobe is acceptable on the job."



Christine was confused. When she thought about it,

she supposed Brad's logic actually made sense. He hadn't actually
made any request, demand or even a suggestion. He just said she
didn't have to wear clothes, but did he have to tell her in such a
manner? It seemed strange to her.



"OK, whatever. I guess I got triggered by some

narratives from woke college professors" Christine said, shaking
off the awkward conversation. "So I can move in tomorrow?"
Getting out of her mom and dad's small house sounded so appealing and
the sooner, the better.



"You bet!" said Brad.

“Mr. Dawson,” Christine paused and took a

deep breathe to decompress her tension. “I'm so sorry to have
red into your dresscode statement. I've been subjected to lewd
comments all through high school and college. I projected that motive
to you and I was wrong to.”

Brad gave her a warm smile and redirected the

conversation. He led her out a rear office door, where an exterior
door looked out to tenant parking. To her right, a staircase
ascended to 3 studio apartments.

“The old owner kept this unit as a 'man cave'.

He rarely used it for poker nights. I was going to list it on Air B
and B.” Brad explained as he let Christine walk through the
small unit. It was narrow, with a bedroom at one end and sitting room
slash kitchen at the other end.

“You're giving up a potential for significant

lodging income, Mr. Dawson.”

“Please. I'd really like it if we can both

address each other by first names? Is that okay?”

“Yes, us, Brad. I think you're being very

creative and competitive in the compensation offer.”

“Well, I've never owned rental property until

last month. I really don't want the headaches that can come from it.
I made sure to resign the Accounting firm to a 10 year lease, just to
lower the anxiety of it all.”

Brad smiled, “I also hope the steep employee

housing discount helps you endure the occasional stress of looming
deadlines and long work days that can happen once in a while.”

Christine drove back to Mansfield with euphoric

pride. She called her longtime childhood friend, Gloria, to help her
pack up and share a pizza. Early the next morning Gloria followed
Christine, both cars loaded with Christine's belongings. They spend
several hours setting up house and took a late lunch break to visit
the pizzeria just a block away.

At 4 o' clock Gloria left. Christine was settled in

the new apartment above the office and ready to begin her new career.
She made her way downstairs to see Brad off for the night.



"Thanks for letting me move in, Brad. And thank

you again, for giving me this opportunity."



"I'm sure you'll be great," said Brad.



Christine was genuinely happy. Brad seemed like he

would make a great boss (regardless of that bizarre verbal exchange
about wardrobe) and he had been so helpful with her move.

Then, as she was leaving out the rear doorway, she

decided she would greet him the following morning in her favorite,
skimpy halter top. She was sure he would appreciate the view for a
few minutes, before she slipping into a blazer for the rest of the
day. Christine smiled, as she loved flirting, with naughty thoughts
on occasion, just like any healthy young woman.



"Don't forget. Clothes are optional in the

office," said Brad, as he walked her out and shut the rear door
behind him.



"Not again!" grumbled Christine. She really

thought Brad was crossing the line, saying she could work naked. Even
if she did like teasing and flirting, she thought it was
inappropriate for him to tell her that she could work naked. It
somehow crossed a line, but before she had time to voice her opinion,
the read office door was shut and locked.



'Fine,' thought Christine. 'He's going to be like

that, I ought to just dress prudishly every day. He doesn't deserve
what I have to show.'



But then the most unusual thought occurred to

Christine.

What if she did in fact work completely naked? Just

let her tits swing all over the place, teasing Brad all day long. He
may be 'oh-so-casual' and 'innocent'; telling her she could work
naked, because there is no dress code. What a load of baloney, she
thought; but he would never actually expect her to follow through on
the suggestion, right? It would totally put her new boss in his
place! Especially on the very first day of work!



Christine was well aware of how hot she was. Her D

cup tits and round firm ass drove men over the top. A few minutes of
displaying her body to Brad, he would surely cross the line and be
inappropriate in some way. Then she could clearly bust his chops for
sexual harassment, if she wanted. That did it for her. She'd made up
her mind.



On Wednesday morning, Christine awoke. She got a

wonderful sleep, excited to start her first day fresh, ready to shock
Brad to pieces. At 8am, she hopped out of bed, checked her emails and
showered; before finally wrapping herself in a towel. She was going
to doll herself up with full makeup and perfect hair. While she dried
her hair, she heard Brad come through the doors downstairs at 8:30
promptly. They officially started at 9, but maybe he came in early
regularly to prep for the day, she thought.



Eager to shock her new boss before any clients

happened in, Christine finished her eyeliner and dropped the towel,
then summoned up her righteous courage and promptly headed
downstairs. She hopped down the stairs to the back vestibule. Then
she opened the rear office door, only to be met by a young,
nerdy-looking man in his twenties, perhaps even younger by a year or
two! It wasn't Brad at all.



"Oh my god, who are you!" screamed

Christine.



"I'm Jeff," screamed the skinny kid,

adjusting his glasses, almost as if to be sure what he was witnessing
was really happening.



Christine hunched down and tried to cover her

pendulous tits, but there was simply too much flesh for her thin
arms. Plenty of nipple and areola could be seen and Jeff was
certainly getting a good look. Just then, the front office door
opened again and Brad strolled in.



"Oh, hello, Christine! I see you've met Jeff."

Brad walked across the room and turned the master light switch on. It
lit up the greeting/meeting room and the three offices along one
wall. He didn't even acknowledge Christine's nudity.



"I thought I was the only one working here,"

said Christine, somewhat annoyed Brad hadn't told her about other
employees; also annoyed he hadn't mentioned her lack of clothing.

She was failing miserably at covering up to prevent

this complete stranger, Jeff; from seeing her naked. All along she
had intended to display herself fully in front of Brad. It was all
she had been mentally prepped for, and she found herself feeling far
more embarrassed now than she ever would have expected. Finally,
realizing how silly she must look trying to cover up, Christine
finally dropped her arms entirely and stood up straight, turning
squarely in front of Jeff.



"Well, hello Jeff," she said, extending her

hand. He didn't notice the attempt at the handshake, as he was too
enamored by her pendulous bust, almost frothing at the mouth, eyes
nearly popping out of his head.



Brad interrupted, "Christine, Jeff has done

freelance work for me ever since he was an Upworks contractor, in
junior high. He's swinging by to pick up some work for a client he's
been handling, before he heads off to class. Sophomore at OSU."



Christine stepped close an looked up to Jeff in the

eye, forcing him to do the same, finally. "Nice to meet you,"
said Christine, extending her hand again. This time, he was able to
recognize her beautiful face, all dolled up and with flowing blond
locks flowing onto her shoulders. He eventually noticed what she was
doing and shook her hand, yet still not taking his eyes off
Christine's glorious assets.



"I see you have the sketch package in your

hands, Jeff. Thanks in advance for rushing it. Bring it back by
Friday, okay?"



"Shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Dawson," said

Jeff, almost stuttering, never diverting his attention from
Christine's breasts. "I'll bring it by early. Maybe even today,"
his voice trailed off.



Jeff, realizing he was no longer needed, reluctantly

left, nearly tripping over his feet on the way out the rear exit,
leaving Christine standing bare in front of Brad.



"You should have told me," she said.



"Told you what?"



"About Jeff. I would Not have come down

undressed, had I known it was anyone but you."



"Oh, yeah? Why's that?" asked Brad.



The question caught Christine off guard, "Because

of your ridiculous request to see me naked! I thought it over and
decided, 'Fuck it! I'll do it just to mess with you.' That it might
be a humorous way to start our working relationship together."



"Well, that's cute, I guess. But keep in mind, I

requested no such thing. I simply informed you that were all

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