So, John

“So, John, you understand that you only be working as my personal assistant until an adequate replacement has been found?”

You clear your throat nervously, and answer that you’ve already been informed that the job is just a temporary one. Ms. Stevens turns and picks up a manila colored file from her desk. As she turns, her short read skirt slides up her thigh, revealing the solid black band her stocking top. You shift as she turns back to face you, her blue eyes scanning the open file in her hands. As she reads, she slide her butt back over the desktop, and her feet dangle just inches from the carpeted floor of her office.

‘You’re going for a degree in…advertising? Is that right?” she says as she looks up over the edge of the file, a red high heel hanging precariously from the end of one of her feet. Her legs are long and sexy, and you wonder if the short skirt, the thigh high stockings, and all the moves showcasing her great legs are for your benefit. She is a smokin hot babe, not doubt about it you think to yourself, and hope that she doesn’t notice the stiffy in your slacks. After all, if she doesn’t like you, you could be out the door in a few moments, and that’s the last thing you want to happen.

‘Well, John based on what’s in your file, I’d say you could be quite an asset to the company” she says as she flexes the red spike heel back on her foot and slides off the desk. Her ample breasts jiggle slightly as she hits the floor. The short sleeved black turtleneck fits her almost like a second skin. Stepping over to stand next to you, she squats next to the chair, and a few strands of her long blond hair brushes over your hand. She is quite beautiful, and the lipstick, mascara and blush she’s wearing has been applied in a subtle manner that enhances her natural beauty, rather than obscuring and sullying it.

Leaning over the arm of the chair, she hands you a few pieces of paper from the file, and her breasts glide over your forearm resting on the chair, resting there for a half a second. You’re not sure if you’re imagining it or not, what with all the rumors, but her dark blue eyes and the expression on her face looked one of pure carnal lust.

“I’d like you to look those documents over for me, and tell me if you’d be willing to do what’s described?” Ms. Stevens said before moving back to her perch on top of her desk, and crossing her slime ankles.