I wonder what I can get that new receptionist, Susanna, to do?

Susanna Levins is your receptionist. She's only been here for a few days, and you can tell that she's still quite nervous. Your enclosed office doesn't offer much of a view, but from your mornings and daily meetings with her, you've been able to memorize her beautiful body; her long, but not too long hair, and her gorgeous face that seems to grab every guy's attention, usually culminating in a tragic run-in with the wall.

You press the intercom button.

"Yes, Mr. Doe?" you hear the angel at the other end say.

"Ms. Levins, could you come in here a moment? I need to speak to you."

There's a slight pause and then "Yes, sir." A second later, the door opens, and in she glides. She's wearing a light blue business skirt that clings lovingly to her. Her pumps lengthen her already long legs as she seems to float in. As you look at her face, she seems nervous. She tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Close the door, please." She turns all the way around and you steal a glimpse of that lovely ass of hers. You lower your eyes to your desk as she turns back.