Her entry into my office was like a scene of ennui, carrying blonde ambition - lips parted, eyes wide, skirt just too short to be innocent. She mentioned her ambition of becoming a designer and wished for guidance and assistance, along with a suggestion to support herself. She seemed surprised to hear me pressing her against the desk, but in truth, she was hungry. She sensed her thighs disintegrating like it was part of the pitch. I slowly and deeply inseparate myself from her as she grasped my tie like she was one and only.

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