Like Monica actually looks, along with a few comments about their beauty and how much he wants a blonde of his own…

Flo glared at him with the look of a woman who is about to make a mistake and knows it, but is pissed enough to do it anyway. It was a look he was intimately familiar with these days…

She grabbed his hand and led him through the halls, walking with enough extra sway in her ass to draw the eye, and not just Bryce’s. She led him into an empty office and turned, pulling him into the room and closing the door, so she was between him and it. One hand ran down her long neck to the top of her breasts revealed by her low cut blouse, drawing his eye for just a moment. “You like blondes, do you?” She whispered huskily, giving him an excuse to step closer.

He did so. “Not…exclusively,” Bryce replied, smiling brilliantly at her.

“But that’s what you like most? Right? Tall blondes? Like your mother?” Flo asked, voice low and cruel.

“Not how I would put it,” Bryce lied, letting his eyes narrow in concern and surprise, as the man he’d been earlier in the week would have.

“I can’t blame you,” Flo said, circling him like a predator, one hand running along the muscles of his bicep, then back. She caught his shoulders and stood on tiptoe. “So do I, after all,” she whispered in his ear, breath hot on it, breasts pressed against his back.

“Tall blondes like my mother? Or tall blondes like me?” Bryce asked.

“Both,” she whispered, biting down on his ear.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Flo?” He asked, turning to face her.

“No.” She kissed him softly, expertly, parting her lips and welcoming his tongue into her mouth, one hand on his ass, the other rubbing his hardening cock through the fabric of his slacks. “I’m succeeding in seducing you,” she said, undoing the buttons of his pants “aren’t I?”

“Most definitely.”

“I’m going to show you what sh—you’ve been missing.” She corrected herself and guided his hands to her ample ass. “This is a woman’s ass, built to be fucked and groped, to make everyone look and drool.” She pulled his hands to her huge tits. “These tits? All real, a gift on a girl my height. You know what they used to call me in college? Half-tits, because damn near half my body is in these tits of mine and I know just how to make anyone feel good with them. Feel these titties? They’re gonna make you feel so good you’re gonna think you died and went to heaven, and then there’s this tight little fuckhole…” She pulled his hand down her skirt, under her silken panties to press against her hot, wet mound. “This little hole is heaven and may well kill a little virgin like you, but don’t you worry about a thing, after today mommy’s little virgin will be an experienced slut-fucker, I promise you that!" she whispered against his lips.