See what develops with Ms. Damon

The elevator doors open as you reach the 4th floor, and your eyes widen as you see poor old Mr. Victor waiting in the hall. Ms. Damon is beaming a giant smile, oblivious to the fact that Mr. Victor is staring at the little landing strip between her legs, obviously on the verge of a coronary. You hurry her out of the elevator and down the hall to her door, casting a glance back to see if Mr. Victor is okay. He's still staring, the forgotten elevator shutting behind him. Ms. Damon produces her key and opens the door. You usher her through and close the door firmly behind you, throwing the deadbolt shut for good measure.

Ms. Damon misconstrues the gesture, saying, "Oh, I see, so this is to be an especially PRIVATE conversation, hmm?" She grabs your shoulders and presses her body against your back. One hand drifts down your side to your butt, and she clenches one cheek hard. "I've been wanting to have a private conversation with you for a long time now. You have such a beautiful body, muscular but not too much so, tall, strong, virile..." She gives your ass cheek a little swat, and giggles.

You turn around to face her, and she interlaces her hands behind your neck and hangs from you, smiling up at your face. You have had a moment to regain your composure, and you're ready to move along with your original intentions. "Ms. Damon, I've heard-"

"Oh, honey, stop it. Call me Debbie. I think we're about to get really well-acquainted." She walks her fingers up your tie to your collar, and begins loosening it.

"Okay, Debbie, then. Um, I've heard of something people do with each other, I mean, when they really like each other, but I don't know what it is. It sounds like fun, and I thought since you've been around more than I have, you might know more about it."

Ms. Damon - Debbie - giggles again. "Honey, I guarantee you, if it's humanly possible, I've done it at least twice. Now don't be shy, what is it you want to know about?"

"Well, it's called..."