You ve called mousy secretary Star Nine into your office again. She looks so conservative, almost plain, in her glasses and bun, but your eyes are drawn to her long hosed legs in her short skirt. You re sure there s another side to her, she could go places if you reassured her, mentored her (fucked her).
Star calls you on it this time. You just asked me in here yesterday to compliment me on my appearance, what is it you really want to say? Spit it out. As she says this, she removes her glasses and lets her hair down. She slides her head towards you and kicks her feet up in the air behind her, pumping her high heels back and forth.
Emboldened, you do as she asks. You don t mince words. You tell her you want to fuck her. Big mistake. See, she is going places. She s been recruited by a head hunter, and the money from a sexual harassment suit sure would compliment her signing bonus nicely.
While considering the consequences of your actions, you also consider how dreary
