See what else you can get away with

Despite those gorgeous soles within your grasp, you couldn't help but feel the urge to do something more. That small rush of curiosity was getting the better of you. Clearing your throat, you speak, totally confidently and without even a hint of awkwardness, "Uh... show... Show me your asshole."

Oh god... that blank stare spoke a thousand words. She was absolutely disgusted... you ruined your chance at doing stuff with her feet! God, you're such an idiot, taking an opportunity like that for--

Wait...

With a small, annoyed sigh, the bitchy receptionist moved her feet off the desk. Watching with baited breaths, you see her turn away from you, her shapely backside now facing you. With what seemed like a little bit of struggling, the punk chick managed to tug her tight jeans over her hips, revealing her pale backside. A set of dark pink panties trimmed with black lace hugged her ass, the lucky clothing seeming to have gotten wedged between the girl's surprisingly toned cheeks. With a casual flick of the wrist, the receptionist tossed the jeans aside, before beginning her ascent onto the desk.

As if it were as normal as how she'd been seated before, it didn't take long for the blank-faced girl to begin kneeling on her work desk. Her butt, resting atop those same soles you'd been gawking at before, was within arms reach. Side-eyeing you as she nonchalantly looked over her shoulder, the receptionist moved her hands back, finally tugging down that last bit of fabric that had been covering what you'd requested to see.

At this point, as the pale woman reached back and spread her ass, it felt like your pants were going to burst open. A tiny, slightly discolored hole winked up at you as if encouraging you to give it attention. The apathetic aura you'd been getting from the receptionist before seemed to change, slightly, as the enthusiasm she showed in the way she was pushing her hips back to accentuate her behind came off as much more welcoming than you'd expected.

Wiggling her rear at you subtly, her toes wiggling with an excitement that seemed odd given her former attitude, the receptionist spoke up in a voice that bordered showing emotion.

"...Uh, well, is that all you needed from me, or...?"