Seduce the assessor

Dennis reaches into one of the desk drawers and pulls out a sheaf of paper. "I think an S340 form will be best for this situation," he says.

I blanch a little. There must be two dozen pages in total, with writing on both sides! This is going to take forever! I bite my lower lip, considering. Instead of wasting my time with such a boring exercise, maybe I should work my feminine wiles on Dennis instead. He looks like exactly the kind of mature man I'm trying to attract into my panties.

"Hold on a moment," I say throatily, reaching out to cover his hand with my own. "Maybe we can just cut to the chase. This is the Bureau of Sexual Services, right? It's your job to see me sexually satisfied. And I have to say--I think you could do that yourself. Personally. You're an attractive man. And I like to think I'm an attractive woman." I preen a little, thrusting my tits out for his inspection. "So why don't we just use the time we would've spent on this silly assessment to go find a private spot somewhere and fuck each others' brains out?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Merrywether, but that would be highly irregular," Dennis says. "I'm duty-bound to fulfill my role as assessor and ensure you are given the sexual experience you truly deserve. Now, starting with page one... I'll need to get some demographic information from you."

I let out a small groan of frustration. This isn't working! I'll have to try a different tack. "Dennis," I say tonelessly, "I am not actually a woman. I am one of the latest pleasure models, sent over from Quality Control for a random external inspection. I await your instructions."

Dennis frowns. "Really? That's the fourth time this month! I don't know why the QC guys keep picking me for these independent... Wait! If you're a pleasure model, then why are you dressed in clothes?"