The next morning

You were checking in on your customers at breakfast the next morning when you saw Catrina, dressed nothing like she would look on TV, getting her morning meal.

"Hey there Karlee. Did you enjoy your night last night? I always like to make sure my customers are well taken care of," you ask her as she comes over and talks to you, asking you if she could eat her breakfast in your office.

"That wouldn't be a problem Karlee. But may I ask why?" you ask her, trying not to stare at her cleavage as it stared at you in the undershirt she was wearing, which drew a content smile from her.

"Even though I try to dress down when I'm not in character, people know me when they see me. Just trying to keep a low profile," she tells you as you lead her to your office, wondering how to make the most out of her being alone with you.

"Are you sure you don't mind me eating in front of you? It is rather impolite," she asks you, snapping out of you staring a hole through between her legs.

"Quite frankly, and with all due respect, I see something between your legs I'd like to munch on," you tell her as her shorts ride up and give you a look at her panty-covered pussy.

"I bet you would. So come and get it big boy," Catrina teases you, finishing her meal and crooking her finger for you to come get yours.