Slowly you walk up to Liz. Her name is Elizabeth but she say..

Slowly you walk up to Liz. Her name is Elizabeth but she says that only good girls go by their government name. You chuckle to yourself but quickly remember that the deadline for those files are nearing and currently... well, the person that you are paying to file them is currently asleep on the floor. Like, really asleep in the middle of the floor. Cue the face to palm... Why do I even pay her! But you know why. You pay her because she's something nice to look at. You pay her because of the way she always smells like honeysuckles. You pay her because of the way she smiles when you enter the room. She smiles. A sadness starts to make a move on your emotional stability but you fiercely push it away and replace it with anger. You think about your wife. She wasn't a bad wife, she was an okay wife but she just didn't light up anymore. It was like the light had been stolen out of her over the years. She no longer smiled at you or even smile, to be honest. You start trying to remember the last time you had seen your wife smile... but stop mid task as there were more pressing issues like why was your secretary napping in the MIDDLE of the day practically NAKED. You start to trace her curves with your eyes but stop. "Wait, does she know about the AC and skimpy work outfit!?" "Is she fucking with me?!" You never thought you would ever get anyone to wear that "work uniform" so when Liz agreed you thought it was too good to be true. Was she blind? Had to be. Liz didn't say a word when you cranked the AC either. At first it was because it was summer and your office was in an old building but you soon realized there was a more than welcomed side effect of the AC... Liz's insanely hard nipples. They looked perfect. Out of this world, if you will... and you would. You start fantasize about rolling, pinching, squeezing them between your fingers. You start to rub your thumb and index fingers together. You are pulled back to reality by her soft breaths. You start to trace her body once again. Marveling. The one word that comes to mind. Look at her. Soft breasts on display without shame. Pale milk white skin that looked professionally air brushed by the big man himself. If God had favorites, clearly Liz was one. Each curve was perfect. Oh, and her legs. Legs that go all the way up and never seem to end... but clearly they did and that was where you wanted to live. You start to feel and all too familiar throbbing. *cue your filthy imagination Wait! You think, maybe this could play in my favor! You take a seat and wait. She will have some explaining to do... and maybe a few extra tasks, if you will.😉