bitful

When the officer welcomed me with a smile, I could not believe my eyes. I checked around me and the bands of brightly coloured nylon confirmed that yes, I was at the Job Centre indeed.

She asked me about my skills and joked while going out of her way to find suitable offers for me. She said that if I have any questions or would like to review my skills she'd be more than happy to give me a hand, provided she had not got a long queue of people waiting.

What happened to the rule that makes all Job Centre employees look at you with a sneer because by definition you are a lazy bugger who can't be arsed to get a job?

I caught her looking at my hands for a wedding band, and adjusted my tie.

She caught me looking at her tits that stretched her cream glittery top, and blushed.

Sex makes the world go round (and money of course, Ms Bowles).

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