Petra

You stand up and walk over to Petra. She looks up, her dark brown eyes carry their usual confronting challenge. "How has life been treating you Petra?", you open. Her eyes look you up and down and you decide that you must have passed the test as her eyes soften and she replies "You know, same old, same old, get a job, work a job, had a job, the usual."

You are both chatting away and you can feel her eyes undressing you so you don't feel at all guilty doing the same. She hass filled out maybe a fraction in the last couple of years, that is a good thing as she was a little thinnish. Its hard to tell with her sitting down in jeans just how good she would be out of them, and her loose fitting top isn't giving a lot away either.

"Seen much of Jeff?", you ask turning the conversation away from the pair of you. "Yeah, he is around still get together for a shag every now and then if he doesn't have anyone else and I'm in the mood." Her eyes dare you to criticise this. "So what is he up to?", you don't rise to the challenge and she actually looks a little appreciative. "He is a photographer for the paper, goes around to all the big parties and stuff, does the 'who's who' of the town etc."

Just as you are about to turn the conversation again she puts her hand on your forearm and draws closer to you. "Wanna Fuck?", she says in a loud whisper that draws plenty of eyes. "I'll be in the Lab upstairs, should be empty." With that she gets up and strides out of the room.

Not every day you get an offer that direct...