Chrissie Goes Job Hunting

know if you can dance but from the looks of you I hardly think that will matter."
I smiled and said "Thank you, that's quite a compliment Miss Putnam."
She appeared a bit taken aback asking "How do you know my name c***d?"
I inadvertently called her by name having recognized her as the former girls soccer coach from my old High School.
Miss Putnam was the new owner of the Alt Club. I couldn't wait to tell Kelly. The years had certainly been kind to Miss
Putnam, though she was a little hard looking she was still a good looking woman with a very nice body.
"What is your name honey?" she asked.
"It's Chrissie now Miss Putnam but I used to be Christopher." I answered.
She smiled and said "Yes Christopher, the little "sissy boy" who never played sports and didn't like gym."
"It's because I was becoming "Chrissie" and had begun taking hormones." I replied.
"Well Chrissie, you've certainly become a very attractive "woman". she said "In fact you are one fucking gorgeous
bitch."
"I suppose I still need to see what you've got honey." she said.
"Chrissie, I want you to walk over toward that desk and back for me."
I gave a quick glance toward the desk and then back at Miss Putnam before turning to stroll across the office toward the desk.

Upon reaching the desk i did a slow turn about and returned to stand approximately 5 feet from her.
The older woman looked me up and down and said "Turn around."
I did so moving a bit closer to her so I was more directly in the light. As I slowly rotated before her i let my hands
tease the curve of my hips, the deep indentation of my waist. I allowed one hand to briefly touch the thrusting
expanse of my breasts while the other playfully teased with the dangling hoop on my right ear. Her eyes remained
glued to my every move, as if enthralled by every little gesture.
I noticed her visible swallow before she whispered "Lose the sweater." I reached down toward my waist and with