On a 10+, you find Brenda alone and horny

Brenda Box has a top-floor corner office in the newest wing of your hospital, which is split between health education and administrative offices. You've seen her in passing at one or another hospital functions, but you haven't personally crossed paths. She tends to favor boldly cut, primary-colored pants suits. She has a broad, friendly face, a turned-up nose, and short dark hair, and wears heeled boots or chunky platform shoes to compensate for her short stature.

The receptionist / administrative assistant for Brenda's group has already left for the day, but Brenda sees you outside her office and gives you an energetic wave.

"Oh, come in, come in, Gloria," Brenda says. Her attire today does not break her pattern. She's wearing a bright white pantsuit, white wedge sandals, and gold bracelets. On her wedding finger is a big rock, a dazzling diamond set in a thick gold ring. She takes your hand in hers. Her palm is warm and damp.

You return her smile and nod. "Thank you, Brenda," you say. "Maggie said I should talk with you if I was interested in the nursing intern program." When you withdraw your hand, you catch a hint of female musk. Brenda must have been touching herself up this afternoon.

"Yes, yes," Brenda says. "We've had a good couple of internship terms under my watch, but it's clear where my strengths lie -- fundraising and publicity. Maggie was suggesting that you and Julie would be the ideal nurses to staff the program day-to-day, to assess where our interns have the greatest strength and where they need help, and to match them up with our available opportunities."

You and Brenda chat about the program as the afternoon wanes. You read arousal in her pink cheeks and ears, excitement in the set of her shoulders, and anticipation in her bright, quick responses to your questions. You find yourself mirroring Brenda's posture, crossing and uncrossing your legs as she moves hers, brushing at your hair after she runs her fingers through hers, even stroking a finger across your lips after she does it to herself.

"Are you looking forward to the next internship term?" you ask Brenda.

Brenda sighs. "I am, but I regret I won't be able to participate in the recruiting efforts," she says. "I will get to hit up some of my old sorority sisters for money. That's always a good excuse to throw a nice party, and since I'm taking care of that myself, I don't have to worry about what the hospital accounting department thinks about the very best possible catering."

"That sounds like your element," you say.

Brenda pouts. "I'll miss seeing more of the interns," she says. "But I should be able to throw them a welcome party and a going-away party at my house, at least."

"What does your husband think of throwing a party for a house full of nursing interns?" you ask.

"Oh, he loves it. Drunk silly young things laughing at everything," she says. "Though he travels a lot, so he's as likely as not to be away, and if he's here, I shoo him into his study before the party gets too silly. It's really a girls' night after all."

You smile and nod, finding yourself bending forward as Brenda does, until you can feel her breath on your face.

"I heard from Maggie what happened when she had her heart attack," Brenda whispers. "Do you still have her panties?"

You breathe in sharply, surprised.

"Yes," you say.

"Lucky girl," Brenda says. "Maggie told me she's hoping for a rematch when she's better."

"Oh," you say. "So. Given...that. What are your thoughts about...fraternizing with people you supervise?"

"It's a bad thing," Brenda says. "Isn't it lucky we'll be peers?" she says. Her breath is warm and sweet.

"Perhaps we should put that to the test?" you say.

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