A licking and some enticing offers.

As Lisa Hayes' lips meet yours, your first impression is that they are surprisingly soft and sensual. She had always had a bit of a bitch boss thing going on, but that seems to have suddenly melted away. As your mouth explores hers, she moves away from the desk, still lip-locked with you, slips off and discards her jacket and, hitching up her skirt, sits on your lap. The two of you sink into the comfy softness of her executive chair kissing passionately.

Eventually, after what seems like an age of just making out, Lisa begins to unbutton your smart office blouse. With surprising expertise she removes your bra and releases your breasts. She eagerly descends upon them and begins enthusiastically kissing and sucking at the nipples. Her lips on your breasts send shivers of desire throughout your body. She pleasures you in a way that only another woman with an intimate knowledge of your body could. You quickly find yourself softly moaning in sheer delight.

But Lisa Hayes is not finished there. She slides down onto the floor in front of you, pushes up your smart office skirt and pulls down your tights and panties. You help her out by kicking off your shoes. Lisa Hayes kisses along your instep, then lands little butterfly kisses all the way up your legs before finally arriving at your already moist pussy.

Your boss kisses all the way round your sex before licking and kissing at your clit.

"Oh!" you moan, "that feels so good."

You suddenly realise that although you have possessed the amulet for a couple of days now and enjoyed all of the flattery and attention that you have derived from it, you have never used it to its full potential. You have never used it to seduce a woman. You have never been with a woman. You are surprised at how pleasurable you find Lisa's attentions. You smile down at your boss as she gently tongues your clit.

Encouraged, your boss begins to lick harder and you begin to pluck at your stiff sensitive nipples. The pleasurable sensations emanating from your pussy and your breasts send a thrill through your body. But the greatest thrill is watching your bitch boss kneeling on the floor before you, with her raven-haired head buried deep between your thighs. You cannot resist and run your hand down through her long dark soft black hair.

As Lisa's expert tongue works its sensual magic, you begin to feel yourself losing control. You cry out in desire as your orgasm approaches. Your body spasms and you grip Lisa's head between your thighs. You are caught between wanting to push her away, because the pleasure is too great, and wanting, needing, to pull her in. Unflagging. Lisa continues to lick at your pussy until you are crying out uncontrollably.

Finally, your orgasm rips through you, suffusing your entire body with warm thrilling pleasure. You flop sweaty and exhausted in your boss's enveloping chair. Thank God for soundproof offices, a tiny part of your mind thinks.

"Well," says Lisa Hayes at last, emerging from between your thighs, "I never before suspected hat you were 'one of us'. You kept it so well hidden."

You mumble something noncommittal.

"I wonder," your boss begins, "would you like to come out for a drink tonight? I could take you to my club. Here."

Lisa hands you a business card for a night-club called 'Blushes'. The card depicts an angry governess spanking a tearful schoolgirl. Obviously a lesbian bdsm club.

"All sorts of people go there," Ms Hayes enthuses, "and it could be very good for your career."

You smile - Lisa Hayes does not yet know about your Vegas win. You are only coming to work for fun now.

"I'll think about it," you respond coyly. You had intended to have a night in with those two party bitches from upstairs. Or perhaps a night of bar-hopping and bed-hopping to really put the amulet to the test.

"All right then," your boss smiles a little uncertainly, "well I'll be in there from 8 anyway... If you want to... you know."

You smile and exit her office. Almost immediately you are accosted by a young blonde from the typing pool.

"Oh... uh... hi... I..." she begins, clearly overwhelmed by your presence. In the background her colleagues are whispering and giggling.

"Um... That is..." she continues, "Some of us were thinking of going clubbing tonight... And we were wondering... Its just like a girlie night out... And we were wondering... if... if you wanted... to come?" She turns bright red and you wonder if the way she phrased her question was a Freudian slip.

"Why thank you... Sammy," you say, reading the name tag on her breast, "I'll think about it and get back to you. Okay?"

She grins and smiles nervously - then heads back to her colleagues, who all crowd round to find out what you said. You weigh up your options.