"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just tell me where O'Connor's room is!"
Smiling wickedly, Amelia saunters over to you (damn, she is hot), leans in seductively by your ear, (oh shit, here comes the boner), and whispers "Right behind you."
You whirl around to see that, yes, a door labelled "O'Connor." She tricked you!
"See you at lunch, little boxer bitch," she cackles, skipping away down the hallway.
Sighing, you knock on the door, and a gruff voice says, "If that's Strickland's assistant, leave it outside, I'm--" He is interrupted by his own deep moan. "I'm a little busy!" Is he having sex? Is everyone in this office utterly psychotic?
Leaving the box by his door, you go down to Mr. Blair's room to type his e-mail. But, when you get there, there's a note on the door--
"JoAnne,
You took to long getting here to type my e-mail. I had to do it myself. I told Mr. Strickland, prepare for a punishment after lunch."
Really? You walked all the down here in your boxers for no reason? Whatever. At least it's lunch time.
You head to the break room for lunch. Thankfully, most of the workers either eat at restaurants or have their food brought to them in their offices, so you're alone.
You open your brown lunch bag, and begin eating a sandwich. You aren't paying attention, and someone pulls your chair you from under you. Your thinly-clothed ass smacks against the hard floor. Oww, that still stings from the other day!
You look up to see Amelia taking your seat and smiling down at you. "I'm ready for my massage, boxer bitch."
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