Dirty things...

Staying a step behind Amber, you realize that she never straightened her skirt. It looked like she meant to at one point, just before reaching her office door, but then straightened her jacket instead. The skirt had more or less changed into a mini-skirt, and you didn't see any sign of a slip under it. Or panties.

"Maybe a thong," you accidentally said out loud.

"What's that?" Amber says and turns, her left nipple still sticking out hard enough to be a noticeable pebble on her impeccable D-cup breast. There's no way she didn't see you looking.

"What's that song?" you try to cover quickly, barely breaking your gaze to look up at those freckled cheeks and dazzling eyes.

"Oh that, that's just something we pipe through the neighborhood. It really seems to pep things up!" she responds immediately. "Usually I can't hear it in here though," she says and looks at the window as if she's straining her senses. "You must have good ears," she says and it some how sounded like the dirtiest thing you've heard and like she meant something other than "ears."

She turns to leave and opens the door. Outside in the waiting area is a woman in a nice sundress with her long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail.

"Oh! Hello Janet!" Amber says cheerfully. "Janet this is Bradley, but you already know that," Amber introduces you to her. "Bradley, this is Janet and she's, well, she's sort of an assistant to the neighborhood."

"Hello Bradley. I know absolutely everything and I am here to help you in any way that I can and answer any questions you might have while you're in the Good Place," she said cheerfully. She was stacked. Her dress wasn't flattering but you couldn't hide curves like hers in a potato sack, let alone that pale blue sundress. You spent a few seconds gawking before your brain caught up with the fact that she'd been talking.

"Oh, hello Janet. It's nice to meet you, you're um..." you tried to say and then thought better of it. Janet looked like she was going to ask for clarification and Amber cut her off.

"Janet, I think you have the right idea; it's too nice today for a jacket," and she took the sport jacket off and hung it over her shoulder, holding on to it with a single finger. It was a fast motion and your gaze was bouncing between the two of them.

Somehow, you'd swear another one of Amber's buttons had come undone in the process, but that shouldn't have happened. And yet, more cleavage is on display.

"It's always a nice day in the neighborhood," Janet replied glibly. "If you get to cold, Amber, just let me know," Janet added.

"Bradley, you cumming?" Amber asked and then walked out with Janet, both asses swaying in time with each other, and it was then that you noticed that Janet's sundress was almost as short as Amber's skirt as the motion made it ride up her ass just a bit more.