She's back. Sooner than expected.

It's not five minutes before your door opens and Janet bursts in again, this time with her cheeks stained with tears. She shuts the door and leans against it sobbing, looking utterly forlorn. Mentally rolling your eyes you stand up and pull the dismayed girl into a tight embrace, holding her as you rock her gently and stroke her back, murmuring comforting words. She breaks down, sobbing bitterly against your chest, her hands clenched into fists as she pushes against you.

"I was needlessly cruel," you say to her. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry Miss Miller."

"But it's true!" she weeps. "That's what hurts even more! I did whore myself to do someone a favor. I'm such an idiot."

"Hush now, let it go Miss Miller, just let it go," you say in a soothing voice. Slowly her weeping tapers of to little hiccups of sobs and then to nothing as she relaxes in your embrace, her trembling calming as her tears cease to flow. Her fists unclench and she presses her palms against your chest, leaning back to look up at you.

"Shouldn't you call me Janet if you're trying to comfort me?" she says with a **** attempt at a chuckle. "I mean, I'm sure I'm not the first cheerleader you've had in your arms. I'd be surprised if you called all the others Miss...CheerleaderTits or whatever." She looks at you with a shadow of the impish grin you saw earlier, obviously having recovered some of her composure.

"What makes you think I bothered to learn their names?" you ask with a teasing smile. She grins back and shakes her head.

"You probably called them all 'baby' and hoped they didn't catch on."

"That's right baby," you laugh. She sticks her tongue out at you and thumps your chest with one palm. "I'm sorry. I meant that's right Janet CheerleaderTits."

Her eyes widen in sudden shock, then soften as she laughs and reaches up to touch your mouth with one hand.

"That should be Julia's name. She's way bigger than me. They were big last year and she's grown over the summer."

"So you'd prefer Janet LittleTits?" you tease, glancing down at her ripe breasts that are pressed against you.

"You!" she protests, thumping your chest again and doing her best to look outraged. "They're not 'little', they're just not watermelons like Julia's."

"Hard to tell, all covered up like you have them," you reply, giving her your best lazy smile. She meets your gaze, her eyes speculative as she wriggles gently in your embrace.

"You ARE a bad man!" she says with a breathy purr. "You're used to getting your way, aren't you?"

"Sometimes, but not always. I'm not getting my way right now."

"Aren't you? You've got me in your arms, alone in your office. Comforting me. Hysterical girl that I am."

"You still have your clothes on," you grin lazily. "Can hardly give you an opinion on tit size under these circumstances."