Laura Jean strolls away, and as soon as the door clicks shut, you make your move by buzzing in Bree. You meet her, standing in the middle of your spacious office, exuding power and control.
"Hello, Bree. I thought we could get to know each other a little more. Why don't you come over here?" You inquire. She struts over to you without a hint of apprehension. You could almost swear the neckline on her blouse has gotten even lower. Perhaps she unbuttoned it before coming in to see you? She seems to sense what you have in mind, sidling up close to you, far closer than a teenage intern really ought to be to her boss.
"What would you like to know, Mr. Madison?" She asks breathily, working her hands up your tie and innocently biting her lip. For a girl only 18 years young, Bree seems to already know what men in your position tend to want from their assistants and seems more than game to oblige.
