Jenny Ling, the new intern

Much to Josie's delight, all the women in the office were happy to show off their bodies -- all but one. Jenny Ling, a Chinese girl who'd just gotten a new job, kept on tugging at the plaid micro-mini skirt that flared up and showed her white panties with every step. Her white blouse was buttoned inappropriately high -- Josie could barely see the girl's cleavage, and couldn't make out what sort of bra she was wearing at all. At least Jenny's necktie dangled enticingly in the valley between her breasts, so she didn't look totally unprofessional.

Josie walked up to her. "Jenny, you shouldn't let the boss see you like this," she warned, unbuttoning the girl's shirt enough so that a hint of lace bra peeked out. "Better."

"Sorry, Miss West--"

"Josie," the former Josh insisted.

"Josie," Jenny corrected herself. "It's just I'm more a jeans and t-shirt girl at school. This is my first business suit."

"Well, I think it makes you look VERY sexy," Josie assured her.

"Really?" Jenny asked, smiling shyly.

"I see you like that and I want to drag you into the nearest conference room and fuck you silly," Josie replied.