Savor the moment by letting her spout off for a bit.

"What is going on here?" Ms. Hayes shouts. "This isn't a schoolyard, people, this is an office! Now get back to work, all of you!"

The women actually hesitate to leave, so powerful is your draw on them. You don't want anyone undeserving to suffer for your sake, so you direct them to leave in a happy, productive mood that Ms. Hayes would ordinarily have shattered.

"You," she says to you, pointing a finger between your eyes. "In my office, right now!"

You shrug, smile, and proceed calmly into Ms. Hayes' office, taking a seat in one of the fine leather chairs.

"I don't know what that was all about," Ms. Hayes begins, "but I assure you, it's not the kind of thing I can just overlook. We do not come in here each day to stand around and chat, we come in here to get work done. You get an hour each day for lunch and you may use that as you please, but any other time between eight and five, I expect you to be working and I expect you not to lead half the secretarial pool in idle conversation."

<<Take off your blouse,>> you think to her.

"And another thing," Ms. Hayes says as she removes her jacket and starts unbuttoning her shirt, "I have to say I wasn't entirely pleased with your performance at this last conference. Your job is to anticipate my needs, and when you fail to produce a report when I request it, it makes me look bad."

She drops her blouse on the floor and faces you wearing only her brassiere. Your suspicions were true - she does have a remarkable body under the suit.

<<Let your hair down,>> you send. <<And let your skirt down too.>>

"Now, I'm well aware that you're currently under consideration for promotion," she continues, shaking her long, black, silky hair from its tight bun and letting it cascade down her back. "The simple fact of the matter is, no one single factor will be given more weight than my personal recommendation, and frankly I just don't see how I can give it right now." Ms. Hayes steps around the desk and releases her belt, letting her skirt slide to the floor. Her legs are firm and toned in tight black hose, a nice compliment to her beautiful hair.

"What can I do to change your mind?" you ask. <<Take your bra off.>>

"For starters, I think you need to take your job a little more seriously." Ms. Hayes unsnaps her brassiere in the front, letting her sweet, round tits spill out. She obviously tans with a skimpy bikini, as her breasts stand out in alabaster against her darker skin. "If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, we are here to work, not socialize. This office is not a place to cultivate personal relationships." In answer to another unspoken command, she slips her panties down over her thighs, revealing a tan-lined, neatly trimmed pussy. She strikes a sexy pose in front of you, pulling her hands up her body and rubbing her tits together, then combing her fingers through her hair and letting it fall. "We have no time," she says, her tone all business, "for superfluous interaction between co-workers."

"I understand," you say.

"That's good," she says, sitting on your lap and putting her arms around you. "Just one more thing," she adds. "Call me Lisa."

"Kiss me, Lisa," you command.

Her lips move up to yours, and you pull her hot, wet tongue into your mouth.