Get a refund

You walk in, getting high off your own powers and look at the blonde at the Student Aid desk. She is typing something and doesn't look up but she nods at you and says in a voice slowed by concentration, "I'll be right with you." You don't mind, your cock gets harder looking at her. Nice threads. The jacket she's wearing is a nice compliment to her shape, and you realize she's probably stacked under those office clothes. Your eyes drag up and down her figure, stopping at every bit of exposed skin you can; being her hands, her neck, her face, and a single ear that she has exposed. She's concentrating awfully hard.

"It's okay," you say, "we've got nothing but time. Relax just a bit." She visibly relaxed, stopped typing for a minute to stretch her fingers and her hands. Long fingers, very dexterous. She's probably a piano player. You decide to have some fun with her.

"I'm going to shut the door, you don't mind," you say, sounding like it's a question, but it's obviously not.

"No, well, we shouldn't...but I need to get on top of this before the end of the day," she says and goes back to concentrating. "That's nice of you to give me just a minute of privacy," she adds quietly.

"No problem, no problem. Why don't you get a little more comfortable. It might help," you say and nod toward her jacket.

"Well, we have an office dress code," she says, her brow furrowed in thought, "but I suppose you're right. Besides, it's just the two of us here right now."

"That's right it..." you say and trail off as she stands to take her blazer off. You catch a look at her purse as she moves and you see the fob of a gym sticking out of the top. After she takes her jacket off and neatly folds it over her chair, she stretches, cat like, showing off her figure. That time at the gym is...fuck...she's thin but curvy in all the right places, especially her hips and her tits. Her skirt hugs her legs deliciously and you notice her hitch it up just an inch to give her more room to sit.

As she sits, she pops the top button of her shirt, giving her a little more breathing room up top, too.

And all that without telling her....hmmmm...