I was fresh out of high school and working as shampoo girl in Audrey's Beauty Parlor, a small neighborhood saloon.
Minimum wage, shampooing the blue hair patrons and being general dog's body did not make for job satisfaction. I wanted something more exciting.
I saw the ad while browsing through "Help Wanted" in the Weatherfield Recorder. "Traffic Girl". TV Channel 7 was looking for a girl to ride in their traffic helicopter and give traffic reports. I decided to apply.
I showed up at the interview presenting my best "Traffic Girl" image. A short plaid skirt and a tight sweater accented my long shapely legs and my ample bosom.
Whilst the traffic girl was no actually an on camera position her picture would be on screen at times during reports.
Matt Hayes the station manager interviewed me. Matt was a early thirties dynamo who was given the task of revamping the station's image.
Channel 7 had been a dull "give then the facts" news channel. Hayes's job was to give the news "sex appeal", to inspire the viewers to switch to Channel 7 rather than tune to the competition.
Hayes's eyes scanned me as I entered his cramped office.
"Hi Candice, why do you want to work at Channel 7?" he greeted me.
The interview went well. All the time I sensed Hayes looking at my 36C breasts straining to for freedom beneath my pink sweater. I had purposely not worn a bra so my nipples were obvious under the smooth material.
After forty-five minutes of staring at my boobs Hayes dismissed me with the promise to call when he had made a short list of potential traffic girls.
I knew by the way he had been looking at me my chances were good.
Hayes called me the following day. He asked if I could come in for another interview. He asked if it would be convenient for me to go to his apartment that evening, as it would save him from having to go to the station.
It sounded to me as if it was going to be the "casting couch" call. I asked him what time he would like me to come?
I dare not tell my parents that I was going to Hayes's apartment, my father would never approve.
Hayes lived in a modern high-rise in the better part of town. I arrived at 100 Bold Street right on time and Hayes buzzed me in. As the elevator whisked me to the twenty-second floor I wondered if I was doing the right thing?
A piece of ass in exchange for a good job? It was not like I was a virgin or anything as I was fucking Billy Marsden for nothing! Marsden was a not bad looking back street mechanic who drove a groovy Candy-apple red Mustang. We had been fucking for about three months and he considered me "his girl".
As the doors opened Hayes was there to greet me. Taking my hand he lead me into his apartment.
The apartment was luxurious, tastefully decorated in a Spanish theme. A large painting of a toreador with his cape in the charge position hung over the faux fireplace. The furnishings were all glossy black with chrome accents. A large purple leather couch was strategically positioned before the fire accompanied by a matching easy chair and ottoman.
I had dressed more daring than if I were going to the station. I wore a very short micro-mini and a sheer white blouse with a neckline that plunged almost to my navel. Without a bra not much was concealed.
"Good to see you." Hayes remarked ih the emphasis on "see".
