Kathy fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. The leather of the interview chair felt unforgiving and sticky against her thighs. Was she sweating, it felt like she was sweating. As soon as she thought it, a trickle of sweat snaked down her spine, clinging uncomfortably to her blouse. The two interviewers sat, impassively, opposite her. She’d heard all these questions before, she was prepared for this. She could get this job!
“What size are your breasts?”
The question hung in the air, as the male interviewer waited for an answer. Kathy glanced first at him and then at the woman next to him, she must have misheard, surely. He couldn’t just have asked… that? His eyes were like lasers, burning through the fabric of her blouse, as though stripping her bare in his mind. She shifted uncomfortably in the chair…
