Greta, ever the efficient assistant.

You arrive back at office just as Greta hangs up the phone.

"Welcome back, Mistress. I've taken care of everything. I've contacted Sara she'll be meeting you at home. There is more conservative attire in your office. A prepared meal of filet mignon and lobster tail should arrive just before you. And, of course the wine."

You smile, the contents of the bottle are a delicious dark red. A gift from Jonathon, packed full of the wonderful virus that will make Sara just like you.

"The goody bag, Greta?"

"I ordered it hours ago, it should already be there."

"Excellent work, Greta. Would you be so kind as to accompany me?"

"Of course Mistress, my pleasure."

You step into your office. You slide the decidedly less provocative business suit on. You sigh, so unsexy. At least you know it won't be staying on long. You strut out of your office and motion Greta to follow. A stretch limo awaits you outside. You and Greta slide inside. The driver needs no instruction.

The demure suit feels almost claustrophobic. Greta doesn't help, eyeing your pussy and licking her luscious blood red lips. You want to tear your clothes off and begin fucking her. You take a deep breath. Soon enough. Besides, tonight is Sara's night,

You arrive at your building. The guard waves you through. You and Greta enter the elevator. You tap the penthouse button with your midnight black fingernail.

You open the door of the penthouse to a smiling Sara.

"My god mom, the caterers set up a really nice spread. Who's the third place setting for?"

"Do you remember Greta? I think you met her once a while back. She came...with the job. I wanted to bring her along because with me being busier she'll be helping out."

Greta just about purrs, "If you need anything and Tara is busy, I'd be happy to help you."

"The big news is I am the new COO of Liliapharmatech. The pay and perks are simply outstanding. I wanted to have a toast with my daughter."

You wave the wine and pop the cork.

"Mom! I'm not old enough to drink yet!"

Greta smiles. "It's a special occasion Sara, don't be rude."

"Greta if she doesn't want toast, I'm sure we can find something else."

"No, that's ok mom, I'll have a sip."

You sit down, pour the wine, and begin eating. You make small talk while slipping your foot in Greta's crotch.

Sara eats the last of her lobster tail. "That was delicious, mom."

"And, now a toast. To my new job and Lilapharmatech."

You watch as Sara sips, first a bit, then a bit more. You watch as she finishes the wine, as you savor the dark sweet flavor of the wine mixed with the attenuated virus. You stare at Sara and lick your lips.

"I don't feel to well, mom. I'm going the the bathroom."

Greta looks at you. "Should I get her?"

"No, let her go. She'll be out soon enough. Besides, my pussy needs some attention."

Greta spreads your legs, slips off your pants, and begins to lick.

You here a bit of a crash from the bathroom.