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So there I was, nervously waiting in the parking lot for my job interview at UPS. I was applying for jobs all summer that year. Application after application, and not one single response. It sucked big time. Lucky for me I found an ad that UPS had posted online wanting warehouse package handlers, at $15 an hour. Wasn’t bad for an entry level position. It was a new facility, too, 20 minutes from where I lived.The last gig I had fell through, but I wasn’t able to receive unemployment funds after the fact. I did some freelance graphic designing to scrape up some extra cash, but it wasn’t enough to cover the bills, my car note and other things. Yeah, I was going through it. I exhaled, got out of my car and walked to the security station, met by an older black guy holding a wand. Another guard was leaning on the counter, filling out a log sheet. “Arms up, please…” he said, turning the wand on as I stepped forward. “Interview?” “Yup,” I nodded as the man scanned down my chest and legs. “It’s supposed to be for a package handler position.” “Yeah, I hear that. You’re about the 5th person today to come in here for that. Hell I’d apply myself, but at my age, I have no business lifting packages! Just keep your fingers crossed, and remember… firm handshake!” “You got it,” I chuckled. I walked out, fixing my tie a bit as I saw the main entrance to the office portion of the facility, which was freaking huge. Some construction workers were still working outside, patching up the last of the landscaping. As I walked inside, I met a beautiful woman who resembled the actress Phylicia cinsel bilgiler Rashad, sitting at the front desk. She was a black woman about in her late 40’s, with a short bob hairstyle. She was fine as hell, and I do mean FINE. I always had a “thing” for older women. Her breasts pushed against the button of her black blazer, the red top underneath displaying just a tad bit of cleavage. Her glasses made her sexier. Small bold frames on a gorgeous, light brown face just do it for me. Gosh, she was bad! A ball of excitement stirred up inside of me, thinking that if I was to get this job, I could see this lady everyday. “Mr… Wheeler?” she asked after shuffling through several papers, and then looking at the time. “Yes, Justin Wheeler, yes,” I nodded, standing in front of the door. “Okay, have a seat over there, darlin’,” she pointed. “They’re not done with the last interview yet. Everyone around here calls me Ms. Darlene.” She had a thick southern accent, almost that of a full out southern belle. “No problem… oh and nice meeting you, Ms. Darlene,” I said as I sat, looking around the office at the UPS plaques and posters on the walls. I sat and waited for about 15 minutes as she took phone calls, answering and transferring them throughout building. It’s funny how she didn’t pick up on my excessive staring. I couldn’t help but to stare. She was that damn fine. “Would you like a bottle of water while you wait, dear?” she asked after ending a call. “I’m sorry that it’s taking this long.” “Oh, um, sure that’ll cinsellik bilgileri be okay,” I said, snapping out of my little trance. She nodded and stood from her seat, exposing a nice pair of hips squeezed into some black business slacks. My eyes got big as I adjusted myself in my seat. Damn she’s thick, I thought as she walked from behind her desk, giving me a clear, profile view of what seemed to the biggest booty I had ever seen in my life. And God, it stuck out far. Far enough to sit a plate on. Maybe even to hang a towel on. The back of her pants stretched over the round, protruding ass which sat out like a shelf. It bounced and wobbled as she walked, each cheek switching up and down with each step. It jiggled like it had its own mind as I looked on, trying to figure out how an ass could grow that big. I bit my bottom lip as I stared, beholding her giant donkey of an ass, the booty fanatic inside of me going wild. The girthy bulge concealed in the cheap ass Walmart slacks I bought at the last second began to grow, which I prayed would go away before my name was called. “Here you go, honey,” she said as she returned, pushing her glasses up her nose and handing me the bottled water. I crossed my legs, attempting to hide the log pinned to my inner thigh. “Thanks! My mouth was getting a little dry,” I joked. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we, handsome?” She smirked as she walked back to her desk. My eyes went for that ass, beholding its sheer mass and glory. Using her big round ass, she swung and bumped cinsellik hakkında bilgiler it into the nearby file cabinet, and one of the drawers popped open with ease. Holy shit, I thought as she grabbed a folder and took her seat. She watched me from across the room, as a man in a polo shirt and khakis appeared. “Alright… Misterrrr Wheeler is it?” he asked, reading from his clipboard. “Yes sir, that is me, yes,” I fumbled, my brain still trying to process all the ass I witnessed. He extended his hand for a shake. “James Schneider, Senior Manager. Good to see ya, buddy.” “Likewise, Sir. I’m glad I was selected for this,” I replied as I shook his hand, my eyes darted over to Ms. Darlene at her desk as she sized me up through squinted eyes. “Good to hear, bud. You ready? Let’s get you taken care of. I know y-” Ms. Darlene cut him off. “James, I’ll do the interview. You need a break darlin’. You’ve been working nonstop all day. Leave it to me.” “Are you sure? I mean, I can knock him out real fast. Besides, who’s going to watch the phones?” “I’ll get Carolyn to cover for me. Go ahead now,” she said as she stood up with holding the folder. “Alright, I suppose,” he sighed, shaking my hand again, “Good luck, buddy.” He departed into his office as Ms. Darlene walked from behind her desk, approaching with that seductive look again, “Well… follow me.” And that I did, watching her huge ass sway before me, her massive ass cheeks jerking, and jiggling about as she led me down the long hall. My bulge twitched again, swelling down my pants legs as I stared. “Close and lock the door,” she instructed as she led me inside of the office rooms. I did and went for my seat. ‘Is this really about to happen?’ I thought. “So… I see you like… big asses,” she smirked, putting the folder on the table. I gulped. “Well… umm… ma’am, I’m sorry, please, I wasn’t tr-” “Noo Nooo, I saw you looking, Mr. Wheeler,” she teased.

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