Im not sure why Im writing this other than to get a buzz from any reaction, hopefully good lol

Im Alison age 21, from Birmingham but now live in a seaside resort in Somerset. Im 5’4” tall, a slim waist, nice tight bum apparently, firm boobs and Im told that Im pretty, with long brown (or blonde or red lol) hair. I go to the gym and like to run so keep myself in shape.

The adventure Im writing about started 3 years ago and has developed more over that time. I now hardly recognise the old me.

When I lived with my parents in Birmingham, I had a regular boyfriend who liked me giving him head (usually in his car) and I guess the sex was fun too at the time. As with most teenage boys he was interested in himself, and his mates and I came a distant 3rd. But my friends all had exactly the same experiences, so it was normal.

My parents asked me if I would move down the Somerset to live with and keep an eye on my elderly nan. I wasn’t too keen as my friends were in Birmngham but soon considered the advantage of my own space, away from home, with free rent lol.

So, I moved and settled in with nan. She didn’t need anywhere near as much looking after as my parents thought and she left me completely alone to do my own things. It was great living rent free but that didn’t help when buying clothes, pizza or prosecco so I started looking for a job.

I wrote emails, completed online forms etc but didn’t have much luck; it was now mid-season and most places were fully staffed. There were no admin or office jobs to be found within 20 miles.

I did notice a job for Reception Staff at a local Hotel just 15 minutes’ walk from nans house, so I gave the number a call.

The woman who answered suggested I pop down for an Application Form, the sooner the better and took my name. I told her how close I lived and asked if I could go down now. She said that was perfect and she would be on reception when I got there. She then threw me slightly by saying she hoped I made an effort with my appearance as that would please Pete (whoever he is).

I was stood there in joggers, trainers and a t-shirt ready to run down to the Hotel. Her final comment stopped me and made me realise the job was meeting and greeting guests and therefore appearance mattered.

My head was now spinning so I threw my clothes on the bed, grabbed a black skirt, flesh tights, a white blouse that was a little too low cut but I smiled thinking “why not” and then slipped on some low shoes. This would have to do.

That’s when I met Jade for the first time – OMFG WOW. I introduced myself while staring at her like an idiot. She walked out from the small reception podium and held out her hand to shake mine.

She was naturally beautiful but her appearance left me speechless as just about everything about her looked perfect. Her makeup, hair, nails. Her blouse was more revealing than mine, but she looked classy and sexy with it. Her black skirt finished just above her knees, and she balanced on impossibly high heels.

I couldn’t help but stare at her legs and bum as she turned to get the application form. She handed it to me and suggested I take a seat to complete it there and then. I sat on the sofa and sank down into it, as my skirt rose higher up my thighs.

It was now Jades turn to stare. My skirt had ridden several inches above my knees and she had a view down my blouse to my boobs, now on display to anyone passing.

I completed the short form and pulled myself out of the sofa, before handing it back to Jade.

She asked if I could come for an interview at 1pm Wednesday?

I laughed and said you haven’t read my application yet at which she simply said she didn’t need to as Pete would hire me.

I nervously laughed and agreed 1pm on Wednesday would be good.

“wear stockings”

“what”

“Pete likes stockings so wear them” at the same time she lifted her skirt to show me the tops of her hold-ups.

“I er don’t have any” was all I could think to say as I looked at her raised skirt.

“Wednesday is 2 days away, get some”…. “and don’t be late, he hates people letting him down”

So, I walked home in a daze not knowing if I had dreamt the whole thing.

Why should I wear stockings just to get a job? That’s not right, its just wrong. Im not that desperate to work there.

It was 9am Wednesday morning when I was first through the door of Debenhams in Taunton, heading for the hosiery department.