Get Mr. Reagan his coffee

Getting coffee? That's easy.

You saw the break room on the way in, so you go down. It's pretty much empty, except for a woman in a skimpy secretary outfit reading a paper.

As you pass her going to the coffee maker, she stops you by grabbing your arm, and asks, "Are you Mr. Strickland's new assistant?"

"Uh, yeah," you reply, pulling out of her grip. She just grabs you again, standing up.

"You better quit," she says.

"Umm, I kinda can't," you reply. "It's in my contract.

The secretary smiles and squeezes our arm, hard. "Mr. Strickland is mine. Got that? His handsome face? Mine. His big, strong hands? Mine. His hot, musky cock? Mine!" On that last line, she squeezes and twists your arm. Dear God that hurts!

"I don't plan on taking him!" you squeal.

"You better not," she whispers in your ear. "Remember. Mr. Strickland belongs to Amelia, not you, little bitch. And I'm gonna make your life miserable until you quit!" With that, she releases your arm and leaves the break room.

Damn, she's a bitch.

You make Mr. Reagan a coffee according to the specifications on the list of assignments. As you leave the break room, you run smack into a tall, suit-covered man.

"Dammit!" he yells as the coffee spills all over your chest. He looks down at you, sees the coffee in your hand, and says, "So first you're late to get my coffee, then you spill it all over me?" Mr. Reagan!

"Look, I'm sorry, but there was this bit--secretary, and she--"

"I don't care what this secretary did," he interrupts. "I care what you did, JoAnne. You need punished. But since it is your first day, I'll be kind. I think...working in only your boxers and shirt for the rest of today should be embarrassing enough."

No pants? Nothing but your boxers around all these scantily clad ladies?