"Hi, Mr. Madison, my name's Bree." The intern introduces herself.
Laura Jean stands beside her find, looking like a whorehouse madame showing off the newest hire, and rattles off some of her impressive qualifications. Straight A's, impressive letters of recommendation from her teachers, and what Laura Jean calls a "lust for new challenges". Whether or not Bree knows it, though, there's only one reason she's being made into your personal assistant for the next few months. Her vibrant red hair is curled into a slick, short pixie cut, with a tight-fitting skirt and blouse that would almost certainly violate a few HR regulations (had you not pre-emptively pulled some strings). You run your eyes hungrily over her 18-year-old body, ready to take her delicate young pussy for a ride.
You set her to work handling your scheduling and taking your calls. After admiring her ass on the way out, you take a private meeting with Laura Jean to find out more.
"I knew as soon as she walked in. I could just tell the way she sauntered in, this one was ready to play." She purrs to you. "She reminds me of myself at that age."
"Oh, does she? Do tell." You prod back. In response, Laura Jean leans forward against your desk, letting you get a clear view of her cleavage through her low-cut top.
"Here's a little secret for you: I didn't get my report cards by studying, John." She leans in to give you a deep kiss, before breaking away. "I don't think she did, either. I know what kind of girl she is and how she gets by." She walks over to open the door, pausing on her way out so that the intern can hear.
"Let me know if you need any help, Bree." Your slutty coworker shoots you a knowing look before she takes off.
