Lindsay Czarniak

Sure enough, as Michelle had predicted, it didn't take very long for some of her ESPN co-workers to start calling you up, and you couldn't help but smile when you see that you have a message from Lindsay Czarniak on your machine.

"Ms. Czarniak is on her way, Mr. Doe," your receptionist tells you, apologizing for not notifying you sooner.

"That's quite alright," you tell her, having listened to Lindsay's message and knowing she was only going to be in town for a short while before going back to the East Coast, "let her in."

"Lindsay, hi, pleasure to meet you," you tell her as she walks into your office in a white shirt and a red skirt, looking much hotter in person than you ever remember her looking on TV, "I assume you've heard only good things about me?"

"HAHA...well...Michelle did give me quite the hard sell about you," she tells you as she smiles and winks at you, making you think that Michelle told her EVERYTHING about you.

"I'm in town for a few days doing the late "SportsCenter", she continues, "but I don't have a lot of time to talk. Is there somewhere we can go to talk in private so we can hammer out a deal today?"

As you offered to take her back to your place, you couldn't help but fantasize to yourself about "hammering" Lindsay's pussy later, even though everything you'd heard about her suggested she wouldn't be that easy to get.