Meeting Amy

James stood in front of a nondescript office building. It was the right address, but there was nothing interesting about it. He was about to turn around, having fulfilled his compulsion to come, when someone came out the front door.

She was a tall woman, with striking red hair, wearing a fairly simple grey pantsuit. James could hear the clack clack clack of her heels as she stepped right up to him.

"You must be James." She smiled brightly at him. "I'm Amy. Nice to meet you."

She held out her hand for a handshake. James took her hand out of habit, and as soon as he did, she pulled him down and into her, catching his other shoulder with her free hand, and commanded: "Sleep"

The last thing James knew was the feel of his face in Amy's breasts before his brain shut down.