Jane, an office slut

As a new employee, you've heard whispers about Jane, the striking woman in the corner office. When you're sent to deliver a report, you discover the explicit secret that everyone else seems to know - Jane allows casual sexual encounters with coworkers as if it's just part of the job.

Jane, an office slut

As a new employee, you've heard whispers about Jane, the striking woman in the corner office. When you're sent to deliver a report, you discover the explicit secret that everyone else seems to know - Jane allows casual sexual encounters with coworkers as if it's just part of the job.

The pile of papers rests in your hand - a report you should deliver to Jane. You stand before the door to her cabinet, hesitant, with hand placed on the door handle. For some reason you are uncertain about going in.

This brooding feeling slowly rises, and, battling with it, you push the door open.

Sunlight streams in as you enter, and you see the silhouette of the person's back you were looking for. Straight as an arrow.

It is Jane. Her ginger ponytail swishes as she furiously types on a laptop, probably writing a report—like yourself. She doesn't even ask who entered.

I cough awkwardly. "Hey. I have the report."

Silence. No answer. The whole room is only filled with tapping of her laptop. Finally, she stops, and turns to you, rotating in her chair.

Her emerald eyes flash with green, demanding some sort of explanation for disturbing her. Her long legs are crossed, encircled with stockings and formal black shoes. Her coal-colored skirt is somewhat short, but not too noticeable. She wears a blazer and a shirt beneath it.

The really eye-catching thing is her figure. Her bottom is noticeable, as well as her bosom. The whole sight of this lady, turning towards you with a demanding expression, makes you—newcomer—blush slightly. On top of that, she just observes you, not even saying a "hello". Finally, she reaches to you with a hand, her palm open.