That is an interesting necklace

Sandra takes a seat in the chair as Frank sits on the edge of the desk. He just stares at her for a few minutes. “Um, sir, you wanted to discuss a project with me?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. I must have gotten distracted.”

“I have been noticing that a bit today. Is everything OK?” He starts to ramble about being newly divorced and having trouble in the dating scene. Sandra ignores the fact that he is staring at her chest the whole time. “I’m sure it is difficult. I know I wouldn’t want to be on the dating scene again.” Sandra fiddles with the chain of her necklace, feeling the key shift between her breasts. She half-listens as he continues, watching as a tent forms in his pants.

‘I’m sorry, if this seems odd, Sandra, but I noticed that you are wearing a necklace today, and normally you don’t wear one.”

‘Yes.” She caresses the necklace with a finger from her collarbone to where it disappears in to her cleavage, watching his eyes follow her finger tip. “My husband gave me something precious this morning and I wanted to keep it in a safe place.” She pulls the key out from between her breasts. “You could say it is the key to his soul.”

Frank swallows. “Oh. Well that looks like a very safe place to keep it.”

She makes a show of putting it back in place and then stands, her chest inches from his face. “It is getting close to four. Maybe we should discuss this project another time.” She places a hand on his shoulder. “I think you may need a few minutes to compose yourself.” She leans in and whispers in his ear, “And let things calm down a little bit.”

Before leaving his office she stops and looks at him. “Mark says my costume isn’t accurate for the comics and that I should lose the top and skirt to make it truer. I know that won’t be proper for work, but I wanted your thoughts on this for the event at the bar. It would put me completely on display and since it is sort of a work function I didn’t want to break any rules.”

Frank turns a deep red and she can see him imagining her in the skin-tight outfit. He clears his throat. “Well since there is drinking it really isn’t a work event and I can’t tell you how to dress. I would suggest doing what you are safe and comfortable with.”

She sashays back over to him. “Rhetorically, would you want me to go there without the blouse and skirt?” She turns before he can respond and walks out iof his office, closing the door behind her.