Before you can make a move there is a knock at the door

Just as you are about to make a move on the busty lawyer someone outside the office knocks on the door.

"Come in." Mac barks out and then quickly returns her attention to you as the door opens and a truly gorgeous woman enters. Although blond and a little shorter than Mac she seems equally well stacked and has a pair of long slim legs which a somewhat short skirt is showing off very nicely.

The newcomer quickly walks over to Mac and holds out a file. "The Phillips Case, ma'am," she says handing over a rather old looking brown folder.

Mac opens the case and scans a couple of pages whilst the newcomer waits and you take advantage of the pause to take another look at the newcomer. Her rigid military posture is showing off her figure very nicely and the shortness of her skirt is causing your gaze to flick rapidly from leg to breast.

“Excuse me.”

It takes a moment to realise that she has just spoken to you and her glare tells you that she isn’t too pleased with your inspection of her.

“That will be all lieutenant.” Mac voice cuts across what could have been an embarrassing moment but as the lieutenant leaves you can’t resist a glance at her rear as it disappears through the door.

“Ahem.” Mac clears her throat and reluctantly you turn to face her and receive what will doubtless be a stern lecture on correct behaviour. Instead Mac is actually smiling and with a shake of her head simply says. “Men.”

Feeling that it would be a good idea to defend yourself you quickly try to think of an excuse but Mac isn’t finished. “It’s always the same, show a man a pair of breasts or a set of legs and his brains just stop functioning don’t they. I bet you can’t even tell me the name of the file she brought in.

“Of course I can,” you reply whilst trying to remember what the lieutenant had said when she handed Mac the file. “I just thought she was breaking the dress regulations by having a skirt that short and was trying to remember which regulation she was actually in violation of.” Even to you it sounds a particularly lame excuse.

Mac simply raises an eyebrow and then to your amazement pulls open her uniform jacket. As you suspected earlier she had neglected to wear a blouse underneath it. She leans forward putting both hands on the arms of your chair so that her breasts are just inches from your face. All that stands between them and you is a plain khaki bra. Immediately you reach out a hand to take hold of them but Mac leans back out of range and closes the jacket. She has a wicked smile on her face.

“If you can really think whilst getting an eye full then you should be able to tell me the name of the file.” She seems to be really enjoying testing you in this way. “Of course if you can’t then I expect you to make it up to me by working extra hard, but if you can then I shall be very, very sorry for doubting you.

“Philips.” You blurt out automatically and Mac’s hands drop away to her sides allowing her jacket to gape open invitingly.

"It seems I owe you an apology," Mac purs in her sexiest voice. "How can I ever make it up to you?