Fired!

The car doors open and out step Linda and Doe. Linda is dressed in a three-piece short suit with stilettos. Doe is in casual attire-- a tank top, a denim mini, and low-cut boots.

Upon seeing me, Doe hurriedly approaches me and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. "No wonder no one was in your apartment."

"Have to start right," I say, with my mind regretting the failed opportunity.

"Trying to make a good impression?" Linda remarks, as she proceeds to enter the building. Just then, a couple of more workers arrive, all dressed in overalls. About two-thirds were women.

"Well, good luck," Doe says, as she gives me a lingering kiss on the lips. I place my arms around her in a quick hug. As she presses her body against mine, I can't help but get rock hard. "I'll have to take care of that tonight," she whispers. The tenting on my jeans is now more pronounced at the promise of pleasure.

I watch her hail a taxi before I proceed into the building. Karen is waiting for me inside. "So that was your girlfriend. By the way, you have to see the boss first for your job assignment," she nudges.

Should I enter Linda's office now?