Today was my first shift at the bakery. I'd been before, but only as a customer, and I'd got the job answering a sign in the window. As I went round the back to the staff entrance, a red-haired girl was unlocking the door. I couldn't help checking her out - she was wearing big, black boots, a black shirt and a tartan skirt, and had a really nice, round ass. She turned around and smiled at me.
"Are you Conrad?" she asked. I nodded. "Nice to meet you. I'm Emily, the assistant manager. This way." She showed me into a room with lockers on the wall, showed me my locker and handed me a shirt. "Your uniform," she explained. It wasn't too bad - just a blue shirt with the bakery's logo on it. She opened her locker and took out her own shirt. I was about to ask where to change when I realised she was unbuttoning her black shirt.
I didn't know where to look, but I couldn't quite take my eyes off her. Her breasts were, if possible, even better than her ass, and she wore a black lace bra which (although I'm horrible at guessing these things) must have been a D cup. She slipped on her bakery shirt and buttoned it up, but left a generous amount of cleavage exposed. She glanced at me.
"Well, come on. Get changed already. You're going to be...
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