Sunday before her interview. Misty about drove me crazzy all day. Worrying about her interview tomorow. She ironed her new dress. She colored her hair and fixed her nails. I heard her cuss from the bathroom. " Honey whats wrong? " " Nothing. " I opened the door to check on her. She was waxing her legs and pussy. " Damn baby your really going all out, And putting a lot in to this. I"m really impressed. " " I have to look good. I want my pussy to look good to. I might have to go to a preemployment physical or something. " " Baby your pussy looks good. Hair or no hair. " " Mikey you say that just cause you have to. " I get up later to go to work. She is still on line researching tips on how to have a good interview. Monday morning. I get home from work the same time she is walking out of the house. My dick instantly got hard. She was beutifull. Dressed up in her new dress and heels. Her hair and makeup was perfect. I have not seen her dressed up like this in years. " Baby I think you could be a Fox news girl after all. " " Mikey you know how to say the sweetest things to me. " We kiss. I then watch her climb up in to the big suv and drive away. She stops at a redlight by the office complex. Something does not look right. There is all these young people protesting outside the iron fence of the complex. Shouting there anti american propaganda, And spewing there hatered for this country. Across the street was a Fox news van. The sexy Megyn Kelly was interviewing people on the street. Misty blows her horn she smiles and waves at Megyn. She then pulls up to the gate. Her suv is surounded. They were yelling and cussing her. She felt the suv begin to rock, As the young hippies were atempting to turn it over. Someone with a baseball bat was smashing dents in it. A bucket of pigs blood was dumped across the windshield. From the other direction a bucket of manure and urine was dumped. The gate opens. A security force in riot gear, Beat back the protesters. Misty pulls through the gate. and parks. Where a security guard was directing her. She was scred and shakeing, Barely able to light her cigarette. She gets out and walks around the suv. " My husband is going to kill me for this! " " Don't worry miss. Mr. Burns will take care of it for you. " He points toward the front door. " Just walk in at that door. Someone will tell you where to go next. " " Thank you. " Misty walks and finishes her cigarette, Before walking inside. Behind a desk sat a young dark haired man, With a clipboard. " Welcome to Burns Industries. I"m Bradley Burns and you are? " " Misty Jones. " He finds her name on the list. He puts a check mark beside her name. " Follow me please. " Misty follows him, She checks out his tight little butt. She become aroused. " Are you the owner? " " Oh no. " He laughs out loud. " That would be my dad. " He leads her to a crowded waiting room. " I kow your apoitment was suppose to be at 10:00. It might be a little late, We got a lot going on today. We got coffee and doughnuts. Make yourself comfortable. She finds a seat, And sizes up the competition. Like I told her there would be lots of young college kids. And most were. Attractive 18 to 25 year olds. All fit and attractively dressed, There were a few older profeshional looking women. Then there was this guy sitting there. He was older. Balding head 70's style porn stash. Wearing a pink shirt. unbuttoned with a hairy chest, And gold chain. In white pants he sat with his legs crossed like a woman. Misty shook her head in disbelief. W.T.F. Someone comes to an interviw looking like that. His name gets called. He walks like a woman twitching his ass. As fast as he gets in to the office, He is led out by security. " I'll see you in court Mr. Burns! " He yells in a sissy sounding voice, As he is drug out the door. All the interviews were only between 2 and 5 miniutes. And most of the young sexy women were walking out with unhappy looks on there faces. " Misty Jones. " She looks hearing her name called. She sees the young man that welcomed her. She gets up and walks toward him, Trying to look confident. He leads her down the hall, Then he opens an office door. " Mr. Burns this is Misty Jones. " " Thank you son. " The door closes behind her. Mr . Burns is an older man, In his 60's. He is tall, Big and intimidateing. Salt and pepperd thining hair. A thick gray beard. Standing behind his desk. In a black 3 piece suit, And a gold watch and chain, He's smoking a big cigar looking out the window, As his landscaped office park is being destroyed. " America is going straight to Hell Mrs. Jones. " " I agree sir. " " Fucking comunists! " Looking out the window again. " You earn it they will take it sir. " " Ahhhh! Your an educated woman....Please sit down. " " My resume sir. " She lays it on to his desk as she sits. She trys to sit up streight and crosses her legs. " Your on time and prepared. " He sits in a high back leather chair. He puts his reading glasses on, And opens the folder. Looking over the resume. Misty Jones a 45 yearold house wife. Mother of 2 children. She has 2 dogs a cat, And a gold fish. The first time he ever saw this on any type of aplication. She's a Highschool graduate. She majored in cosmotoligy. Her employment history. Age 16 Worked at Foodland. Age 18 Went to WallMart. Age 19. He looked hard at the 3rd. job entry. He gave her a long hard look up and down. " You were a dancer at the Pussy Cat club? " Misty's eyes light up. She smiles proudly. " Why yes, I was a PussyCat dancer. " " Wow! I used to go there all the time, When I was a younger man...Is that place still there? " " No sir. Some doo Gooder over at that snake handleing church burned it down. " " Thats a damn shame. " He stares at her bulgeing busty breasts, In the snug fitting dress. " How much money did you make there? " " On Friday and Saturday nights I've made over $500.00 a night cash. " " Why did you stop? " " My husband like ugh...Knocked me up. And I was busy with my kids all these years...I thought about going back to it, But I just don't have the figure for it now. " " Oh Mrs. Jones. There is nothing wrong with your figure. Your a verry sexy woman. " " Thank you sir. Thats verry kind of you to say that. " " How did your husband feal about you working there? " " Oh He loved it. But he's kind of a pervert, He's got one of those thigs called a fetish...Ugh...Cuck or Cuckold...Anyway He likes to watch me fuck other men. " Mr. Burns allmost falls out of his chair. He reaches in to his desk drawer for a pint of whisky. He takes a big drink. He then sits back in his chair, Stroking his beard, Looking at her.