I’m not stupid, wait in the break room with Pia

“Sure that would be great, is it just you here?” You ask, as innocently as possible.

“Yea, just me and BX, and he’s no fun. This job pays well, I actually get a pension, would ya believe that! But it’s sooooo boring. Come on,” she says and nods her head in the direction of the break room.

Pia presses a recessed indentation behind the help counter and a 3 foot section collapses in on itself providing an opening for you to walk though. Quite forwardly, Pia grabs your hand and pulls you into the back, past the sliding security door.

Despite the buildings age, the break room is well furnished and modern, you look around in admiration.

“May be boring but the facilities are nice, I did some flashlight police work at one of the mega corps in downtown. Those cheap bastards expect two guards to share a 5x10 space...with no vid screen...for hours.”

“Huh," she almost snorts, a few seconds later she follows with "well maybe you should come work here then,” mischief in her eye. She leads you to a very comfortable looking leather couch, it couldn’t have been real leather though, too expensive. “Get comfortable,” she says and flips on the wall sized vidscreen.

You plop down on the comfortable couch and continue your conversation as Pia rummages through the refrigerator. There’s a modern terminal, a Keurig 6000 drink replicator, and the vid screen is good quality. Your eyes stop wandering and are drawn to Pia’s very nice ass, still poking out of the refrigerator. Her uniform isn’t flattering but at the same time it hardly constrains her assets, she’s short and curvy, just the way you like them. She doesn’t have the smallest waist but the width of her hips and chest still show off her hourglass figure.

“I am tempted,” you say keeping your eyes focused on that juicy ass,”but I just finally graduated. I want to at least try to get some work in my field.” By now she’s been looking in the fridge for a few minutes and her searching almost sounds ****, items being banged around just for the sake of making noise.

“It is, pleasant, here,” you put emphasis on pleasant hoping your naughty smile is coming through your voice.

“Oohhh really, you think it’s pleasant,” she seems to shake her ass in response, “I’ll give you a little tour soon, so you can see just how, pleasant,” copying my emphasis while extricating herself from the fridge long enough to give you a sultry look over her shoulder.