                            Jordan
                            ------

For the last 3 years, xcelerate had been a one man show as I built
out the core product, but it was time to grow the business. For
the last six months I had been spread too thin, getting pulled in
all directions by the demands of my 3 clients. New feature development
had slowed to a crawl as responding to inquiries and requests from
my clients took an increasing amount of my time, so for the last
week I had been interviewing candidates pretty much non-stop. I was
about to make a very big decision for the future of the company.
A bad choice could do a lot of damage, and a good choice could
really propel me to success.

I reviewed the resume of the candidate who was due to arrive
in a few minutes. Linh Nguyen had graduated with a degree in physics,
not computer science, 6 years ago. After spending several years working
as a physics research assistant, she transitioned to working on
web development for an data analytics startup, where she still worked.
It was a pretty weak resume for the kind of work that I did for
xcelerate, but she had a decent amount of work on the github
account that her resume linked to, including some contributions
to large open source projects. I didn't really expect to hire
her, but sometimes you can find superlative talent in nontraditional
places.


The door of my little office buzzed, and I went over to let Linh in.
I wasn't at all prepared for the sight that greeted me. Her black hair
was drawn up in a bun above her pale, delicately constructed face.
Her lips were large and pink and unreasonably soft looking. Long eyelashes
drew my attention to large dark eyes which seemed to offer an endless depth
that I could tumble into. A single thin strand of black hair had escaped her
bun, and hung down in a springy curl along the side of her face. I don't
think I had appreciated just how beautiful a neck can be until that moment.
Hers possessed an elegance that made me begin to think of her as a noble
lady thrust into a modern world. I tried not to let my eyes wander too
far south, but her body made that impossible. She wore a loose cream blouse
which deemphasized her bust, but was unable to conceal just how large
her breasts really were. Each was easily larger than her head, and they
appeared even larger because her torso was as slender as a model's.
Exacerbating the impression of their size was the way they distorted the
straps of the backpack she wore, shoving the straps to the side and in the
process getting squeezed together themselves. The blouse concealed exactly how
small her waist was, but it was clearly much smaller than the wide hips
which swelled rapidly to fill her snug slacks with an abundance of flesh.
I was expecting her to be wearing heels given that she was only 3 or so
inches shorter than my own 6'1", but I saw that she was only wearing a
pair of business like black flats.

Hoping that my examination had been short enough that it didn't count
as ogling I said, "You're Linh? It's nice to meet you."

Her nails were painted a bright red, and her hand, when I took it,
was delicate and soft. I had no idea a handshake could be erotic, but
the sensation of Linh's hand in my own made an impression on some
animal part of me. Despite the size of her hand, her grip had a good
deal of underlying strength. As she shook my hand she smiled a
toothpaste-ad smile, "Nice to meet you too." Her voice sounded
like honey and sex.

"Well, come in, come in." I said. Grateful for the practice I had had
keeping my cool while selling xcelerate. I needed to just follow the
interview script in order to avoid letting on how Linh's body was
bringing out my inner caveman.

"Do you want coffee or tea? I have Keurig. I've also got hot chocolate
if that's your thing." I offered. Proud of myself for keeping my
eyes pointed at hers.

"Actually, hot chocolate sounds amazing right now." She said, so I
got the little red machine on the counter top started.

As the machine worked we made small talk about how her trip to
my office had gone, commenting on the latest round of construction.

"So I thought I would start by giving you a demo of the product.
The website doesn't have a ton of information."

"Sounds great!" She said, pulling the paper cup from the machine
as it finished gurgling.

I lead her to my workstation and fired up Demo 1. "This demo is
really designed for business people, not developers, so if you have
questions about how things work on a nitty-gritty level, feel free
to stop me at any time."

I launched into an explanation of how xcelerate allowed people to
integrate Microsoft Excel with software that had written themselves,
allowing business people who are comfortable with Excel to participate
in the construction of applications. With xcelerate, programmers can
handle the complex but infrequently changing aspects of application
development, and provide business users a way to update the application
to keep up with rapidly changing business requirements. Linh stopped
me at several points to ask about the interface that programmers used
to interact with Excel. Her questions were a mix of general knowledge
questions, and questions about key design decisions that I had made.
She sounded like she knew what she was talking about.

Each time she asked a question she would get a little closer so that
she could gesture at the screen, and before too long her left hand
was brushing up against mine as she pointed to the screen. It was a good
thing that I knew the demo so well because I found the contact quite
distracting. My heart rate spiked when she leaned over to gesture at something
on the far side of the screen in a motion that pressed her chest
against my arm. The warm weight of her breasts deformed around
her hand and my arm, and the semi-chub I had been sporting blossomed into
a full blow erection.

"Okay, let's take a quick break before we get into the code review
section of the interview." I said after the demo was done.

"Sounds good!" She chirped, "You want anything from the kitchen?"

"If you could grab a water, that would be great." I replied,
watching as the sway of her hips made her ripe ass swing back
and forth as she walked away from me. Everything she did was
erotically charged. I realized that I could see the swell of
her breasts from behind as she turned into the kitchen, even
with her arms at her side.

She returned a moment later holding a bag of chips and a water. As she
approached my attention was once again drawn down to the way the way her
otherwise loose blouse was pulled taught by her abundant bosom. Every
time her heel struck the ground a little shock traveled up the bones
of her leg and sent a jiggle though her chest. With a force or will, I
dragged my eyes up to meet hers and said, "Thanks!" as she handed me
the water. I hoped she hadn't noticed me staring.

"No problem!" She said, "I hope you don't mind if I snack. I've always been
a snacker."

"By all means." I replied, "If you want a moment to relax and munch before we
jump into the code review section..." I continued.

"Oh no, that's fine." She said, "Let's get to it."

"Sure." I said, cracking open the bottle of water. "Let me just email you a zip
file with the exercise in it. You brought your laptop all set up like I asked
right?"

She nodded, "Sure did." She said, drawing the computer in question out of her
backpack and setting it on the table in front of us.

"Great." I replied. "Let me know once you get the zip file."

There was a brief pause while she refreshed her inbox before, "Got it."

"Ok good." I said, "So the way that this works is that we are going to be pair
programming, looking for bugs in the code I just sent you. You can use any
sort of tool that you want..." I continued on with my explanation. She seemed
to grasp the idea pretty quickly, so we hopped right into it.

I watched as she worked, offering explanations and the occasional suggestion
when warranted, but mainly watching to see how she tried to narrow down the
problem. She asked a few questions that made her lack of formal
training in software engineering fairly obvious, but she demonstrated some good
debugging fundamentals. At one point she got stuck for nearly 15 minutes while
quite near the solution to the problem. She dealt with the frustration well
though, not getting too flustered by the setback. Eventually she decided
to take a step back and consider the problem from first principles again,
sitting back and munching on her chips as she thought it through. It was
enough to get her unstuck and she figured out the issue a minute later.

"Nice job!" I said. She was definitely a little raw, but I thought she had a lot
of native talent.

"Thanks." She smiled, a look of relief on her face. She must have been more
stressed than she let on.

The time had flown by during the first two sessions, and I was starting to
feel hungry. "Now that we're done with the hands-on coding, let's eat!" I
said, "There are a lot of great places within walking distance."

She smiled, "I'm starving." she said, leaning back and pressing her hand
to her tummy. The motion collapsed the billowy fabric of her blouse over
her stomach, and I realized that it hadn't been hiding any sort of gut
or belly at all. For her hand to have gone that far she had to have a
perfectly flat, and judging from the rest of her, toned, belly under
there. It also made it even more apparent just how large her breasts were.

I think she noticed my eyes trapped between her delicate hand pressed against
her trim belly and the looming shadow of her bosom because the moment stretched
out longer than it should have. I cleared my throat and shook my head as if I
was trying to rid myself of an annoying fly, "What kind of food do you like?"

She rose and stretched, turning her head away from me as if daring me to drink
in her curves, now presented in tantalizing profile, before she turned back
to face me. "Oh, I like all kinds. What's good around here?"

"Well, there's a pretty good Mexican place down the road a bit, but if you are
willing to drive a little there is a Thai place in the next town over that
is to die for. Their recipes have gone native enough that I guess it might
be better to call it Thai-Hawaiian fusion, but in a good way."

"I love Thai!" She grinned, "Let's do that!"

I lead her to my car and we started driving to the restaurant. On the way I
asked her why she wanted to move to Hawaii. Sheryl, the recruiter I had hired
to help me find a programmer had told me that Linh was looking to relocate,
but she hadn't said why. Linh explained that she had started scuba a few years
out of college, and absolutely fell in love with it. She had spent almost all
of her vacation time for the last 5 years traveling to places where she could
dive, and she wanted to live somewhere with better diving locations.
She currently lived in New York City, and dove along the New England coast
on weekends, but she wanted warmer waters to play in. At one point she said,
"It's hard to find a wet suit that really fits me." while explaining why she
didn't like the colder waters as much. That comment set at least half my
brain power to constructing images of Linh struggling to fit her ripe booty
into tight neoprene or struggling to get a heavy duty zipper up over the
mountains of her chest before giving up and going diving with a foot of
cleavage on display.

I had chosen to base my company in Hawaii despite the potential hiring
difficulties for similar reasons. I'd always had a passion for surfing
and enjoy the speed of life on the island, so I had moved out here while
a remote worker at my last job. Despite having been on the island for
years, I had yet to try scuba, but Linh's descriptions of it got me
interested enough that I resolved to try. She offered to show me the
ropes once she moved out here with a smile that said she was
joking-unless-I-wanted-her-to-be-serious. I managed to remain noncommittal
despite that part of me that was yelling that I should be doing
anything to see her in a bathing suit.

Sugar Noodles was about half full when we got there, so they had a few
tables available. They led us to one located right next to the floor-to-ceiling
in the front window of the shop, and I wondered if they were intentionally
putting us on display. I could easily imagine passers by stopping for a second
or even a third look at the sight of Linh's arresting profile.

"So do you come here often?" She asked, picking up a menu and scanning over it,
"What's good?"

It was clear that she had meant the "come here often" comment entirely
innocently, but I still couldn't help but imagine her purring the same words
to me in a slinky black dress five decades out of style in a dimly lit
bar with decor that matched her anachronistic dress. It didn't help that
there was a natural sensual undercurrent to her soprano voice that I found
impossible to entirely ignore. "Well, I almost always get the chicken Pad
Thai with hot sauce on the side." I replied. I thought I did an admirable
job of behaving normally in the face of my growing semi-chub.

"Hmmm. I do like Pad Thai." She said. She fell silent as she continued to
read. I took the opportunity to study her face as she concentrated, letting
my eyes linger on her soft pink lips which were slightly pursed as she
read. My gaze wandered up to her long, elegant eyelashes, drawn by the way
they moved slightly as she shifted her gaze. I realized I had just been sitting
there, drinking in her beauty, so I hurriedly shifted my gaze down to my own
menu though I already knew what I wanted.

"I think I know what I want." She said, closing her menu a moment later.

"Great! So why don't you tell me a little about your role at Crucible. What
does your day to day look like?" I asked, pushing myself back into the
role of interviewer.

She answered my questions well, explaining what she had learned since joining
her current company and outlining some of the things she had done on
past projects. She did a good job of impressing her willingness to learn
and jump into new things on me.

When it came time to order she asked for a large coconut platter, an entrée
with multiple coconut-themed dishes. When the server told her that the large
typically served two people, she just smiled and said, "that's fine."

"I have a huge appetite." She said when they walked away, "I probably should
watch my weight better, but I just like food too much."

I chuckled, "I know what you mean." A thousand comments about how well she
wore whatever weight she had gained presented themselves to me and were
quickly smashed down by my sense of propriety.

I continued asking her about her experience throughout the rest of the meal.
As we talked I couldn't help but be impressed by how quickly she put away
the huge quantity of food before her. I imagined all that food getting
processed into even more fat, which would end up padding her bottom or
bosom even more. The weight she had gained in the past seemed to have gone to
all the right places, and I doubted the trend would break. It was hard to
imagine a woman bustier than her, but watching her eat made me convinced that
she might become even more curvaceous. The semi-chub which I had been nursing
since we sat down became a full-blown erection as I imagined the process by
which the magnificent breasts before me had been formed.

After lunch we returned to the office where I quizzed her some more
theoretically challenging questions, and to my disappointment found that
she struggled with them a bit more than I would have liked. She eventually
arrived at some satisfactory answers, but it introduced enough doubts
that I knew I should be looking for other candidates.

"Well, thank you very much for coming out for this interview. Are you going
right to your flight now?" I asked.

"Thanks! Yeah, I've got a plane to catch, so I should probably run." She said.


Her theoretical struggles combined with the fact that her technical background
did not quite match up with what xcelerate needed meant I should send her a
rejection letter. I decided to wait until the next day to draft it so that I
had a little bit of time to think about it.


That night I had a kaleidescope of dreams, all about Linh. In one we were
sitting at a computer as she tried to find a bug in the code and she
suddenly said, "I found it!" before turning to straddle me and press her
warm breasts into my face. I saw numerous fragmented images of her in
various beach wear, mostly bikinis in different shades and cuts but also
a few partially zipped up wet suits. I woke up with the image of her
outrageous body totally nude as she walked towards me with her arms
raised straight above her head. Pre-cum was leaking out of my railspike
of an erection. I got up and went right to the bathroom where I jerked
off into the toilet, reaching orgasm after just a few strokes. "Jesus."
I said. No woman had ever had that effect on me, not even when I was
13.

I went over to my laptop and opened up my email client to tell her that
while she seemed great, I didn't think she was a perfect fit for the position.
Five minutes later, the draft was still blank and my erection was beginning
to return. My body was still awash with sexual hormones and I returned to
the bathroom for a second round. This time it took me longer to climax, but
I still did so in fairly short order, all the while remembering Linh's body.
I would write the email when I went to work.

At work, I decided that I really needed to write some code to clear my
head, so I turned on some music and dug into it. I really did need to
get some work done. I had another candidate lined up for the following day,
and I needed to start getting to some customer visits soon. The morning
turned into the afternoon and I still hadn't written the email.

On the way home I started to ask myself why she was really such a bad candidate.
Sure, she lacked some of the technical background, but about half my job was
dealing with people and integrating xcelerate at customer sites. She clearly
had great people skills. Just look at what she had done to me. Okay, so maybe
igniting my lust wasn't really a people skill, but she did seem genuinely good
with people. Most importantly, she was clearly smart and ready/willing to learn.
xcelerate was targeted at power-users without a great deal of formal technical
background, and she might have better insight into those sorts of users than
I did.

The second night since I said goodbye to Linh, I dreamed about her again. This
time my most memorable dream involved her stepping on and off of a scale with
a worried look on her face. Every time she stepped onto the scale her breasts,
hips and ass all swelled. She would look down at the number on the scale and
make a shocked face, her mouth open in an exaggerated O of surprise. Then she
would step off so that she could confirm the number was accurate and the whole
process would repeat itself. I think I had another dream where she was asking
me to tie the thong on her bikini but the strings were too short because of
the size of her breasts, but it was already slipping away as I woke. Once
again, I rushed to the bathroom to wank over the images of the Asian beauty
which were dancing in my head.

The candidate I interviewed that day had a much stronger technical background
for the kind of work that xcelerate needed than Linh did, though he seemed
somewhat awkward and withdrawn. He seemed to turn on during the debugging
and algorithms questions though, sailing through them with admirable style.
Before Linh's interview I probably would have put down his awkwardness to
interview jitters and offered him the job, but I had managed to convince
myself that I really needed an engineer who really excelled at working
with customers. This hadn't been my idea going into the job search, but
it really *was* true.

That evening I emailed Sheryl and Linh with a job offer, hoping my dick hadn't
just sunk my company. Linh immediately emailed me back saying that she was very
interested, and I before I knew it I found myself in salary negotiations.

================================================================================

                                   Linh
                                   ----

It had been a long time since I felt guilty about the effects of my body, but
flying home from my interview with the founder of xcelerate, I couldn't help
but feel a little ashamed. It would have been fine if I didn't find him
attractive, but his bright green eyes and thick shoulder length blond hair
had prevented that. Jordan was thinner than I usually prefer, but his slender
frame was corded with whipcord muscle that lent him a grace in motion that
had me comparing him to a wild predator of some sort all through the interview.

Of course because I found him attractive, he'll have found me irresistible. I
don't want to sound arrogant, but I know what I look like. But beyond even the
fact that I'm a "wet dream in anything" as my friend Lizzy once put it, my
pheromones shape the way that people perceive me. I'm not sure exactly how it
works biologically, but it has been true ever since college. People I like are
drawn in by my beauty like moths to a flame while people I don't like are cowed
by it. Men I'm attracted to experience this most intensely, and the poor guys
often become a bit obsessed. Fortunately, if I loose interest they are able to
move on with their lives. I used to feel continually guilty about it but I can't
really control it, and I'm not using my abilities to con people or anything.

It hadn't been intentional, but I might be about to get a job because of my
bewitching pheromones rather than actual qualifications, and that was something
I did feel ashamed of. It wasn't fair to Jordan to manipulate him into making
a decision that he would not otherwise have made. I resolved to tell Sheryl
that I didn't think xcelerate would work out. It was a question of honor.
By the time the plane started accelerating up the runway I was already
considering all the reasons why that was a bad idea. I had no idea if he would
have hired me if I looked planer. There had been a few moments in the interview
where I had struggled, but I had no idea if those were dealbreakers for him.
Ok, I had a feeling I hadn't performed well enough to get the job, but that
could just be impostor syndrome talking. Also, I had been having a tough time
finding a job I would be happy at in Hawaii, and xcelerate was company that got
me most excited.

By the time the drinks cart was trundling down the aisle, my resolve was
wavering, and it had totally collapsed by the time the wheels touched down
in JFK. If Jordan offered me the job, I would take it even if he offered it
to me as much because of the way I had filled out my blouse as anything else.


I didn't hear back from him for a few days, and I had just started to resign
myself to the fact that he wasn't going to be giving me the job when I got
an email from Sheryl saying that Jordan was interested in moving forward.
I thought about declining due to the likelihood that I had influenced him
for all of two seconds before emailing back enthusiastically.


A few days later, we had concluded compensation negotiations and I had
signed the offer letter. I was moving to Hawaii. As soon as I signed,
I called my friend Lizzy. "What's up Linh?"

"I'm moving to Hawaii!"

"You rat! How can you do this to me!?" she demanded. "Seriously though
Linh, I'm happy for you. You know this calls for drinks."

"I'm checking my pedialyte stock now," I joked. I don't get hangovers
and I don't ever get any drunker than I want to, so I don't actually
keep any pedialyte in my fridge, even though I drink enough that I
probably would if my body was normal.

"Meet at mine?" she asked.

"You bet. Gimme a bit to get ready."

"Ok, see you in like an hour?"

"Sounds good," I hung up and walked into my bathroom, stripping off my
clothes to stand naked in front of the mirror. As always, I looked amazing.
I felt my hairless pussy grow wet at the sight of the dark haired temptress
in the mirror. I get aroused pretty easily, and though I'm mostly straight,
you don't have to be that into women to be into me. It sounds arrogant, but
it's true. I slid my hands up over the underside of my breasts to tweak
my thick nipples, but stopped before I got carried away. I had a schedule
to keep.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the water sluice over my smooth
skin. With a contented sigh, I let down my milk, sending thick streams of cream
arcing out of my heavy boobs. At first, when my wish that any weight I gained went
to the right places came true, I had been delighted. By the time I was halfway
through college though, I was increasingly self conscious about my massive booty
and boobs. I had already grown as tall as I wanted to grow in high school, and
no matter what I wore, my hyper-sexual body was the star of the show. I could
no more control my urges to eat in order to stop the steady swelling of my
bustline than I had been able to control those same urges before I made the
wish. It wasn't until a particularly nasty girl on my floor called me a
cow that I realized my body could turn the extra weight into milk. I can't
really control where the wish puts the weight I gain, but it does seem to
respond to my desires, making my body the way I want it. The only thing
the wish won't do is help me lose weight. That I need to work for.

After I realized I could get rid of the weight through my newly milky boobs,
my exploding curves came under control, though I'm still quite a bit bustier
now than I was at the time. I've since realized that was because on some
level, I've always wanted to be the girl that every one is thinking about.
Now, I embrace that. I love the *holy shit, is she real* double takes I get
from people, and my pheromones do a pretty good job of shielding me from
the consequences I might normally suffer from looking like this. It wasn't
long after I started converting excess weight to milk that I wondered if
I could start emitting pheromones to make social interactions go more my way.
That was all it took, and within a week that catty bitch who had called
me a cow was acting a lot nicer. I'm not exactly proud of my pheromones,
but I clearly don't mind enough for the wish to get rid of them for me.

As big as they are, my boobs take a few minutes to drain, but afterwards
they look the same. I don't want them to look saggy when they are empty
of milk, so they don't. They just get lighter as the milk drains away,
but they remain as perky as ever. I'm not really sure what the wish
has done to the insides of my breasts to make it work, but it does.
The only time my breasts change size due to milk is when I leave them
too long without draining them and they swell even bigger than normal.

After I has made room for all the food and alcohol I planned on consuming
tonight, I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Ever since I read
about hydrophobic materials, my thick hair has dried in a few minutes even
though it should probably take a day based on how much of it there is,
so I didn't bother with blow drying it and walked right to my dresser.
I picked a pair of tiny white short-shorts and a low-cut halter top that
criss-crossed the foot of cleavage it left on display with a series of
spaghetti straps. My style had evolved a lot since I was a shy girl
embarrassed of my curves in college. Outside of a professional setting,
I don't see any reason a body like mine should be hidden. Part of it is
that I've gotten more confident as I get older, more willing to admit
just how much I like being a walking wet dream and embrace it. I doubt
I would show as much skin as I do so regularly if I wasn't so confident
in my pheromones ability to control social situations. I only get catcalls
when I'm down wind of the catcaller. It also helps with my confidence that
I'm ten or twenty times stronger than I look like I should be.

I picked a pair of three inch wedge sandals and grabbed my purse before
heading out. The subway ride over to Lizzy's was pretty quick. I spent
it pretending not to notice the young teenage boy sitting next to
his mother who seemed to short circuit every time I took a deep breath
or crossed my legs. I may have stretched while looking away from him
a few times. Right before I got off the train, I made eye contact with
him for a second and watched him turn red as a tomato.

"Hey Linh! I'm excited for you!" Lizzy said, giving me a hug. Lizzy is
5'4" and as allergic to heels as I am in love with them, so my
cleavage often swallows up her head when we hug. She doesn't complain
though. Even straight girls love my boobs. I find it a turn on to be
hot enough to convince straight girls to go gay, so I think the wish
has made my pheromones particularly strong for straight women. I don't
think Lizzy is that impacted since I only like her as a friend, but
she certainly isn't complaining.

"Thanks! I can't wait to dive all the time!"

"I bet. It's great that you found something."

"Yeah, I'm not sure how much my current experience will apply to this new
job, so I think I should start doing some reading. I'm pretty excited though.
I think I'll be able to learn a lot."

"Oh yeah? That's cool. How big is this company?" Lizzy asked.

"Ummmm, I think it is just one guy."

"Wait, so it will just be you and one guy? That's really small. Is it going to
be a super intense startup?"

I shrugged, "I'm not sure. I got more lifestyle business vibes from him. He's
running his company in Hawaii so he can surf all the time, which doesn't seem
like the kind of thing a super growth focused founder would do."

"So your new boss is a surfer bro?" She gave her eyebrows a wiggle.

"I don't know about that, he didn't give me frat bro vibes or anything."

"Ah, so not your type then," she smirked.

"Hey!" I swatted her.

"Well, he doesn't sound like a basic bitch, which is your other type, so..."

I rolled my eyes. Lizzy is always giving me shit for focusing on people's looks
and ignoring obvious personality red flags when it comes to dating. Unfortunately,
she's not wrong. Of course, my body can paper over a lot of personality flaws.
My last girlfriend was honestly super annoying, but I didn't mind since she was
hot and I could get her to do just about anything by promising to let her eat
me out. In fact that was probably who Lizzy was thinking of, "Just cause I made
a mistake with Andrea doesn't mean it's a type!"

"And Kirsten."

"Ok, yeah, but-"

"And Carmen and Maria and-"

"Ok ok, I get it! I have terrible taste in women." I cut her off.

"And men."

"Tom was nice!" I protested.

"Didn't he cheat on you?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, but he was nice!" He has been loyal until I went on a week
long trip and my pheromones flushed out of his system for long enough
that he started feeling attracted to other women again. "Just, you know,
a remorseless sex addict."

Lizzy snorted, "Come on. I'm far too sober."

We headed out of her building to the strip of dives a few blocks from her
apartment. I usually like more upscale night life, but Lizzy is actively
repulsed by the glitzier bars. She likes the kind of cash only place where
the tables are all carved a quarter inch deep with fading declarations of love
over every square. She likes bars where the bathroom stalls have plenty of
reading material plastered all over them in sharpie, and I'm nothing if not
a good friend.

We went into Slim's, one of our favorite watering holes, and Lizzy went on the
hunt for a table while I went up to the bar. The place was packed, but I got
service pretty fast, getting a PBR for Lizzy and a margarita for myself. I've
always had good luck with bar tenders noticing me quickly, so I usually order
for everyone when I'm out with a group. As I waited for the drinks, I looked
over and saw a couple dancing in front of the jute box. She was a curvy brunette
and he was a tall and well built Indian man. I knew I could have them if I wanted,
but Lizzy was waiting for me, so I just left a tip on the bar and walked back to
my friend.

"So tell me more about this company. What do they do?"

"It's more what does Jordan do. Xcelerate won't be a 'they' until I join," I
remained her.

"True."

"It seems like he's cooked up a plugin for Microsoft Excel that lets you take
logic that business users write and execute it as code. To be honest, there's
a lot going on with it that I'm not entirely sure of. I've been doing a bunch of
reading to try to get up to speed."

"You think he'll be ok with that?"

"With what?"

"Well, with you not having the perfect background."

"I mean, he offered me the job, so hopefully? I'm planning on just learning it
really fast so he never realizes it," I laughed. "I don't really know exactly
what he needs me for to be honest. It seems weird that a company would be all
programmers. I'm pretty sure he does all the sales stuff himself right now,
so maybe he's thinking I'll do that as well as the programming."

"Is that what you want?" Lizzy asked.

"Ummmm, no, I don't think so. I don't know though, it could be kinda cool to be
involved in the whole business. I do want to keep developing my programming skills
though. It will probably be easier to find another job once I'm there if it turns
out to be not as advertised."

"Yeah, I feel like there is some potential for it to be weird since it is just him."

I raised an eyebrow, "what, like because you think he'll hit on me or something?"

"No, I was actually thinking that he might not be used to managing, but it's interesting
that you bring that up?"

I rolled my eyes, "'interesting you bring that up', you sound like a therapist!"

She laughed, "Sorry, did you get creepy vibes from him at all?"

He had definitely snuck some glances at my figure, but honestly he managed better than
most men would have in his situation, "No not really, I wasn't worried about that. Honestly,
I don't know if I would mind if he did make a pass at me. He's kinda yummy TBH."

Lizzy swatted me on the arm, "No! Don't sleep with your boss... again!"

"That was one time! And it doesn't count since it was in college. And he wasn't really
my boss, just a grad student supervising me."

"Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm," she managed to fit an incredible amount of skepticism in
that one noise.

"Whatever," I stuck my tongue out at her. "Alright, enough about Jordan, who I'm totally probably
not going to sleep with. Let's talk about your boss. Has she done anything crazy lately?"

Lizzy pretended to think, "Since last update? Hmmmmmm, no not really, well maybe, no, no not really."

I narrowed my eyes, "I'm going to have to hear more about this 'well maybe'."

We talked about Lizzy's workplace drama for a bit, then started talking about the fact that
a punk venue we had been to a few times just got shut down by the cops. We speculated about whether
it was shutdown for good or if it would pop back up in a month or two, possibly in a new location.
I made several more trips to the bar, and by the time we had to head back, I had gotten drunker
than usual.

The world had a pleasantly warm glow as I walked back to my apartment. The dirty streets and
looming buildings seemed to pulse with a cheery light through my drunken haze, no doubt
influenced by the optimistic feeling this new job was giving me.

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                                             Jordan
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I hadn't been able to get any real work done yesterday, as my anticipation of Linh's arrival
built. I had offered to pick her up from the airport since she didn't know anyone else on the
island. I half regretted it as soon as I made the offer. I felt like I shouldn't push my way into
her personal life. Being her boss and only coworker set up a power dynamic that I didn't want
to abuse. Normally I probably wouldn't have thought anything of it, but I was very aware of the
way Linh has played a starring role in my dreams ever since the interview. She hadn't shown any
sign of hesitation when she thanked me for the offer enthusiastically.

I watched as a steady stream of people emerged from the airport, the anticipation of her arrival
building. Eventually, she emerged carrying two huge duffle bags with apparent ease. She wore
tight jeans and a fitted t cropped just high enough to expose a sliver of flesh at her tiny waist.
The blouse she had worn during the interview had been baggy around the waist, but this outfit
made it very clear that she was both stacked and model-thin. If it were not for her bubble
butt and boobs larger than her head, she would have looked like a fashion model. Her slenderness
made the strength she was displaying by swinging around the two heavy bags even more impressive.

"Jordan! Hi!" she walked over when she spotted me and set her bags down. Before I knew what was
happening, she stepped in and gave me a brief but tight hug. Her firm tits pressed into my chest
and I briefly felt the curve of her back. The momentary contact was enough to light a fire in
my loins.

"Linh, hi. How was the flight?"

"It was fine, I'm glad it's over though. It's great to be on the island."

"Yeah, I bet you're happy to be moving here permanently instead of just visiting."

"Yeah definitely! It's super exciting! I mean I am already missing my life back in New York
a little, but with the beach so near hopefully I'll get over that quickly."
