Reeling them in

When you escort Jim Gavin to the door of your office, Lisa announces with a pretty smile that her friend Amy is free for the evening and will be happy to accept the invitation. Gavin takes her hand and thanks her again, smiling courteously, telling her he looks forward to the evening, before strolling away towards his office.

"When you've finished up you can leave early Lisa," you tell her. "Give me your address and I'll have the limo pick you up. I trust that it's no problem for Amy to be there too? It would save time."

"I've already arranged that, Mr. Chandler. We'll both be ready." She gives you another smile and leans forward a bit to give you a view of her cleavage. You smile and nod, returning to your office, grinning to yourself as you do.

Twenty minutes late Lisa taps on your door. She's holding her purse, and her jacket is slung over one arm.

"If you don't need anything else, Mr. Chandler, I'll be leaving now," she says, stepping forward towards your desk.

"Nothing else, Lisa. You can run along. I hope you enjoy the evening."

"I'm sure I will, sir. And sir..."

"Yes Lisa?"

"I just wanted to thank you for introducing me to Mr. Gavin, and for the opportunity. I'd heard you were...well, a little harsh...but you're very nice...thank you again." She blushes a bit and looks at you from under flirtatious lashes. You stand and walk around the desk, smiling at her.

"No need to thank me Lisa. It's no more than you deserve." You give her shoulder a friendly squeeze and she wriggles a little, then impulsively hugs you, pressing her ripe orbs against you. You gently hug her back, smiling cruelly over her head where she can't see it.

"You're so nice," she says, squeezing you again, then breaking away and looking into your face. You smile at her and pat her rump gently, ushering her towards the door.

"You better get going, you don't want to be late," you tell her.