Office Girl Sarah

The office job you wanted turned out to be less than what you'd hoped. The pay was good, and you owned your house and car and could afford a moderately-expensive vacation every so often, but the work was tedious and time-consuming. You've lacked for a relationship for a long while (remember your last fling? Back in COLLEGE?), and you're considering looking up some escort services.

Of the thirty people who work on your floor, only seven are women: four of them are happily married, two have long-term faithful significant others, and the other looks more manly than Sylvester Stallone. Your chances with the first six are slim to none; the last one's chances with you are the same, though you're getting enough to consider a drunken night with her.

The day before you make the call to the escort service, the new girl starts. Her name is Sarah, and she's assigned to the cubicle next to yours in a data-entry position. She's tall, athletic, and has long dirty-blonde hair that she keeps in a braid that reaches her perfect ass. You hit it off with her fairly quickly when she asks you to help her learn her way around, as she's new to the city. The lack of a ring on her finger and further lack of guys' pictures in her cubicle lead you to believe she's single.

Single. Pretty. Friendly. What more could you ask for? Besides naked?