Hall of Infinite Doors
You run a lone finger from her calf up along the back of her leg and the pinch her rear. She squeals.
"I don't know," you say, closing the folder, "a lot of the secretaries here want the same thing. We aren't actually supposed to hire based on that purpose."
"Then how come the secretaries get hired for that?" protests Jessica.
"Well," you calmly explain, "between you and me, they normally have some arrangement to provide additional services to their boss."
"What kind of services?" asks Jessica coyly.
"I don't know that I'm at liberty to explain," you say.
"So," she continues, sitting in your lap and crossing her legs, "let say I let you kiss me and fondle me and whatever else. I take it that would have no bearing on whether I worked here."
"No," you reply, kissing her sweetly, "of course not."
"I don't know," you say, closing the folder, "a lot of the secretaries here want the same thing. We aren't actually supposed to hire based on that purpose."
"Then how come the secretaries get hired for that?" protests Jessica.
"Well," you calmly explain, "between you and me, they normally have some arrangement to provide additional services to their boss."
"What kind of services?" asks Jessica coyly.
"I don't know that I'm at liberty to explain," you say.
"So," she continues, sitting in your lap and crossing her legs, "let say I let you kiss me and fondle me and whatever else. I take it that would have no bearing on whether I worked here."
"No," you reply, kissing her sweetly, "of course not."