Bianca

Your eyes are greeted by the sight of Bianca, the sole source of any joy in your workplace. She sits at the desk directly opposite you and she obviously feels your gaze. She looks up, brushing a loose strand of dirty blonde hair from her face and smiles at you. And like that your dark thoughts melt away. You smile back and she goes back to staring at her computer screen.

You can't help but discretely look her over. She's tall, easily five inches taller than you, and slender. Her legs seem to go on forever and they meet her back in the most delectable bum you think you've ever seen. Her tiny little breasts, barely even a handful each, suit her body perfectly. Tall and willowy, like an elf from a novel. Her face only accentuates her elven appearance. High cheekbones, narrow jaw and slightly slanted blue eyes would make her look hard if it wasn't for her soft, pouting lips and the blonde hair that falls around her face.

Your imagination takes over at this point and in your mind's eye you picture her naked. You wonder what her nipples look like and as you do, you can feel a tingling in your crotch.

You are snapped suddenly from your almost daydream by Bianca's bubbly voice, chuckling at your vacant stare. "Earth to Troy! Did you want to come out for drinks tonight?"