Allie LaForce

You weren't really expecting to see any more women from the sports-reporting field come into your office, at least not independently, but there you were minding your own business when Allie LaForce walks into it.

"Excuse me...am I in the right place? I guess I walked right past your receptionist or something," she tells you as you look up at the blonde beauty and smile at her, looking her up and down in the tight white sleeveless shirt and tight black dress pants she is in.

"Hi Allie...if you're looking for John, than you're in the right place," you tell her, before adding in your obviously smitten state, "and if you don't mind me saying, baby. I really hope you are looking for me."

"HAHA...don't go getting all flirty with me yet John," she tells you as she sits down on your couch, "but I must say that you do know what to say to make a woman feel good about herself."

"Well...now that the ice is broken, how can I be of service to you Allie?" you ask her as the two of you get down to business, Allie's eyes very noticeably shifting to the bulge between your legs as you type up the contract and converse with her.

"Here you go Allie, take this and see if it to your liking," you tell her, really wishing she would just let you throw her on the couch and fuck her, but thinking better of playing that hand just yet, "and get back to me when you are ready to sign with me."