You go to work

When you arrive at the office, the receptionist greets you warmly. “She’s waiting for you,” she says with what looks suspiciously like a smile forming at the corners of her lips. “I’ll show you to her office.”

As she leads the way up the stairway, you admire the long legs in sheer black stockings, topped by a perfect ass that is only barely covered by the tiny skirt of her olive-green suit. “Damn, she looks great from here," you think to yourself as your eyes sway hypnotically with the sway of the hips before you.

“We call it the pleasure chamber,” she whispers conspiratorially, as she opens the door.

Wanda Koch, your new boss, is sitting behind a large oak desk. She stands and walks to greet you. Standing 5’ 1’’ in those tall heels, she is the epitome of the pocket rocket, blond, busty, assertive and oozing sexuality. She is a complete contrast to the tall, elegant auburn-haired receptionist who is about to leave.

“Just a moment, Eleanor, there’s something I want you to do.”