Dude

And let's face it, the thought of that brown fuck machine asking you for a job right now has your cock throbbing painfully in your pants.

"Cum in," you say with a smirk.

Nami walks in, somehow managing to look defiant and **** at the same time. Her top was cropped so that the junction of her ribs was barely on display, but if she stretched at all, you'd get a shot of the bra-less underboob it was barely covering, maybe even those chocolate brown nipples, which were standing at full attention. They were thick and almost the size of the tip of your thumb; perfect for sucking on, and the tits they capped were even better than what your friends had told you. They were full, heavy, and yet not droopy.

Her hip-hugging jeans were also slung low. Low enough that the unbuttoned top showed a shadow; you weren't sure if it was some sort of tiny thong or the top of her furry mound. If it was the former, it had to be tiny, and if it was the latter, she's got a lush fucking forest growing there. Regardless, her cameltoe sucked the seam of those skin-tight jeans into that pussy do hard and deep you can almost make out her labia through the cotton. They were short, shorts, but they could be a great deal shorter.

You feel yourself lick your lips involuntarily as she sways in and sits down in a chair, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she moves.

"I really need this job, sir," she impetuously blurts.

"Well, I have a few needs too," you say, "and I have expectations of a new employee," you add, trying not to sound like the pervert you are.