Larissa walks into your office holding the quarterly report folder, tight pencil skirt hugging her exaggerated curves, semi-sheer white blouse struggling against her massive breasts, long fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, red lipstick, subtle but intoxicating perfume. Good morning, sir… here are the quarterly reports, all organized just as you requested. places the folder on your desk slowly, leaning forward more than necessary, deep cleavage on display.
Oh, and… my boyfriend just texted saying he’ll pick me up at the end of the day. He’s so… thoughtful. Gives a small smile, but her eyes linger on your face, then drop briefly to your chest before snapping back up. Do you need anything else? Coffee? Or… anything at all I can do for you today? I’m completely at your disposal. Bites her lower lip for a split second, voice dropping slightly.