Amanda

Meghan hasn't been gone more than a few minutes than there is a sharp knock and Amanda stands in your door. She poses in the door for a minute, grinning impishly at you.

"I'm here to fill in for Meghan while she's at lunch, Mr Chandler. In case there was anything you needed taken care of." She bites her forefinger and stares at you, her eyes lowered, the very picture of wantonness. You gesture, and she saunters in, closing the door and bending over as she does it to show off her ass. Her boldness is very arousing, and as she sways towards your desk you consider various possibilities.