Diary: Round 2

Thursday, August 13th

Dear Diary,

Back in that same conference room today for round two of interviews, and I doubled down on the cleavage strategy. Wore the black wrap blouse that always rides low when I move, no bra so my 38KKs practically spilling out. The first candidate was a woman, probably mid-forties, and the second she walked in her eyes flicked down to my chest then immediately narrowed in disapproval. I caught it and smiled wider, leaning forward to shake her hand so my breasts pressed together even more. She looked away fast, but I knew she was judging me. Made me want to push it further.

The guys were different stories. Second candidate, late twenties, kept losing his train of thought every time I shifted in my seat. When I asked about his Excel experience, I leaned across the table to point at something on his resume and let my blouse gape open. His eyes went straight down the neckline and stayed there. I could see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed.

Third candidate was older, maybe early forties, and tried to be professional about it. But when I “accidentally” dropped my pen and bent to retrieve it, my breasts swayed heavily right in his line of sight. He didn’t even pretend to look at my face after that. Just stared at how they moved under the thin fabric.

The disapproval from the women only made me bolder. Fourth candidate, another guy, got the full treatment when I stood up to grab a file from the cabinet. I stretched up high, letting my blouse ride up and my breasts strain against the material. He was mid-sentence when I did it and completely forgot what he was saying.

By the end of the day, my blouse was practically undone from all the leaning and reaching. The men left looking dazed, and the women looked like they wanted to report me to HR. Perfect. Tomorrow I might wear something even lower cut.