Not quite business as usual

In preparation for her visit, Miss Calano completely unbuttoned the jacket of her business suit, and unbuttoned the white shirt beneath it low enough for her black bra to peek out along with the valley of cleavage that was on full display. Ready to showcase her bombshell body, she marched up to the third floor lounge.

Entering the lounge, she found three young men -- a blond, dark brown hair, and red hair -- looking just barely over the age of 18, watching TV. Though it sounded like they were more engaged in recounting tales of their recent conquests than watching the show -- and it appeared that three such "conquests" were lying in a cum-covered heap in a corner of the room, passed out. Eileen was initially annoyed to see that her hired help was so lacking in stamina, but she recalled from experience that young men can be quite energetic at times.

Of course, handling a few horny boys would be nothing to me, she mused.

Withdrawing a notepad and pen from her jacket pocket, Miss Calano cleared her throat and made her presence known. "Good afternoon, boys. I hope you're enjoying your stay." The boys looked back at her, then down to her tits, where their eyes stayed glued as they returned her greeting. "I'm just here to get a number off the back of the television. It shouldn't take too long." The boys nodded in agreement, then went back to talking and throwing "sneaky" glances back at the raven-haired woman's impressively pert rack.

Rather than heading over to the TV, though, Miss Calano walked over to the couch and leaned over, resting her boobs on the back of the couch and right near the young men's heads. "So, what are we watching?" she asked.

Three different answers emerged.

She couldn't care less about any of them. "I see. Sounds interesting. I'll try not to get in the way..."

She stood back up, walked into the center of the room, and dropped her notepad. "Oops, my mistake. One second boys, I'll be out of your way soon, I promise." Miss Calano bent down, being sure to keep her knees stiff in order to show off her shapely ass being pushed up by the high heels she was wearing.

"Oh, no rush," one of the boys replied. Aside from the not-so-subtle remark, the young men went silent, assuring Eileen that every eye was checking her out.

And she ate it up.

Retrieving her notepad, Miss Calano approached the wall-mounted TV and pretended to be looking at something towards the top that she couldn't quite see. She attempted to get a better view by jumping, which only served to set her breasts into motion, and as she landed she stumbled on her high heels, causing her pen to "fly out" of her hands.

"Ah, how clumsy," she laughed before bending over while facing the boys, giving them front row seats to her bountiful cleavage. Once again she could feel laser beams on her, this time focused on her tits, and the feeling was absolutely intoxicating.

When she rose from retrieving her pen, though, she was greeted with looks of shock rather than thirst.

"Miss Calano is available? Dude, you have got to be shitting me!" one of the young men gasped.

Glancing down at her necklace, Eileen was stunned to see that the necklace had finally turned green, undoubtedly reacting to the lust she felt at the boys' gazes. And her bracelet had done the same to match.

"Oh, fuck..." Eileen muttered.