You'd rather chat with her

Sure you're interested in whether executive coffee is better than the caffeinated sludge they give the programmers, and sure you'd like to watch Barbara's ass when she swishes down the hall to fetch the coffee but you figure you'd be safer declining. You're not an executive who gets to send pretty women on unnecessary tasks... at least not yet. And one thing you know is that having the admins on your side may not help but having them against you definitely hurts.

"Thanks but I'm fine," you say. "Have you been working here a long time?"

It turns out that she's been here about five years... same as you... so you talk about the changes over that time.

"Of course I didn't start out in the executive area," she admits. "I was doing clerical work in accounting when Mr. Worthshill decided he needed to hire me."

"Good to know he's the kind of boss who seeks out talent," you try.

She laughs. "Yeah, sure. Let's go with that."

You can't help noticing the way her tits jiggle just a little when she laughs. Yeah, it would be tough to be an executive, surrounded by hot women whose only role in life was to make you happy. Not that you'd step out on Amber. Still...

"I predict Mr. Worthshill will call for you in exactly twenty-three seconds," Barbara announces.

"Huh? Is that when his current meeting ends?"

Barbara giggles. "Uh, not exactly."

It's more like twenty-eight seconds but Barbara's phone buzzes and she picks it up.

"Right away, Mr. Worthshill. I'll show him in." She gestures to you to follow, knocks and then opens Mr. Worthshill's door.

"Good luck," she breathes as you pass her and enter the sanctum.