I was hoping I could get enough money out of her to make it worth my while to stay at this job, since the new position, though more lucrative, was less interesting.I was hoping I could get enough money out of her to make it worth my while to stay at this job, since the new position, though more lucrative, was less interesting. I would never admit that to Rachael, of course. It was Friday evening, and by the time I was able to show up at the agency the door was locked and everyone who worked there was gone except Mary the receptionist who let me in when I knocked and, presumably, Rachael. Now, I was familiar with Mary from all the times I had come by to pick up my paycheck. She was in her early twenties and quite attractive, with shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair and a very sexy, slim body. She was about 5 foot 2 or 3 and had firm, perfectly sized breasts -- not too large and not too small. She was outgoing and flirtatious, and every time I saw her she was wearing very stylish and somewhat revealing clothes. That day she was wearing a silky, button-down blouse with the neckline open low enough to show off a hint of her gorgeous cleavage. Her bra was either quite sheer or non-existent, as I could make out the contours of her breasts and nipples through her blouse. She had on a calf-length skirt with a slit halfway up her thigh. |