"N-no, ma'am, no trouble! This was just a big misundersta-" David automatically started to reply in his unfamiliar, girlish voice.
Jenny cut her off, easily talking over the buxom blonde's high-pitched, honeyed voice as if she hadn't even spoken.
David felt a burning sensation in her cheeks as she blushed, keenly aware of how easily she'd been dismissed.
"Says here, your name is Dusty Melons and you're here for a job interview," the sassy black woman asked, aiming a clearly-skeptical eye at the skimpy-dressed little white sex-bomb squirming across the desk from her.
"What position do you think you're going to fill, dressed like that?" Jenny asked. Her sardonic voice punched through all of Dave's defenses, leaving her sputtering and struggling to think of a some-what believable answer.