Topless Tuesday

Fbailey story number 253


Topless Tuesday


My interview was on a Friday. I had always been advised to avoid Monday and Friday interviews because on Monday everything was hectic following the weekend off and that Friday was bad too because everyone wanted the week to end and the weekend to start. In this case I did not have a choice.

I arrived in my best three-piece suit. I know that vests are not in but I like them. When I was greeted down in the receptionist’s area by my escort, I was surprised. The woman was very attractive but she was dressed in a pair of Daisy Duke cut off jeans and a top that tied just under her breasts. All I could think of were those old reruns of ‘The Dukes of Hazard’ television series. She was just an older version of Daisy. She made my cock start to stand up inside my pants. After a pleasant greeting she asked me to follow her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass as I followed her to the elevator. Once inside she pushed the button for the top floor and then turned to face me. I watched her breasts heave as she breathed very deeply. She had a really nice smile too.

When the elevator stopped and the doors opened up, she led me to the boss’s office. Along the way I noticed that everyone was dressed quite casually. I saw only two men but seven other women. The women were all very pretty. I could certainly see myself working there.

I thought that the interview had gone very well. The boss was nice and he told me about Casual Friday and then about Topless Tuesday. I thought that Casual Friday was a great idea but I really didn’t believe him about the Topless Tuesday. Anyway I was hired on the spot and told to show up the first thing Wednesday morning to start work. I mentioned something about starting on Monday and he laughed saying that he tried that once and it did not work out at all with Topless Tuesday the very next day. He said that by starting on Wednesday the girls could get used to me and vice versa. I told him that Wednesday would be fine with me. He told me that during the week I could wear a nice pair of pants, a dress shirt, and a tie that was not too loud. He said that Friday was quite relaxed and that I could wear shorts, Hawaiian shirts, or even T-shirts with advertising on them. Then he told me that I should wear a shirt to work on Tuesday that I would want to wear home. He shook my hand and led me back out to the elevator.

I spent the entire weekend thinking about working with eight topless women. I was trying to remember each one of them but all I could really remember was the woman that reminded me of Daisy Duke. I tried to imagine her topless as I jerked off. The weekend took forever then Monday arrived.