"Personal Assistant of course," Amanda said coolly, hiding her excitement. This was even better than the one she'd called about. Better pay for sure, and it wasn't like personal assistants did much. Besides, her boss might be rich.
The woman winced a little, muttered something like "Poor girl," and pointed to the left. "Joe Williams is who you're looking for. It's the office at the end.
Better and better, Amanda thought. Anyone placed at the end of a corridor was bound to be top of the heap. She'd wow him with her looks and twist him around her finger.
Aware of a number of eyes watching her as she passed their doors Amanda walked with a slow stride, rolling her hips in an exaggerated way she'd seen in movies, but which always made guys hit on her when she did it in the streets.
As she neared the end of the somewhat dingy corridor she popped another couple of buttons to show off lots of cleavage and the strap of her bra between her breasts.
As she pulled the skirt higher, to a level that would easily show her panties if she wasn't very careful she wondered if she could remove her panties, or if it would do any good?
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