She was staring at the board playing with her hair all the while opening and closing her legs under her desk. I could see her knees going back and for...th in nervous energy. "How about the new girl?" I inquired. Lucy suddenly stopped moving her legs and glanced up at me, but not before looking at my crotch for a second. Oddly enough just that little gesture caused me to stir a little. I shifted to be sure no one noticed anything out of the ordinary and re-addressed the question to her. "So, you. By the time Miss Everett had returned I'd been able to calm myself downa little. But any composure I'd regained quickly vanished when she cameto stand over me. I looked up to see that she'd changed her clothing -and how. I dimly took in the black leather corset that now encased herupper body, but it was her bottom half that had my full attention.Rising up above me were black, thigh-high boots in the same material,with slender, spiked heels. And above them ... nothing. With a start, Irealised. What made matters even worse, if that was at all possible, was the fact that her beloved Amanda, with her voluptuous breasts and firmly packed posterior, was her boss and the one that would decide if her services would be required for the next project. She loved her work almost as much as she secretly loved the “stacked” married woman that threw her into fluttering tizzies every time she bumped into her with her hip in close quarters.Lucy was definitely not a virgin in any sense of the word.She. "Hmmmph? Wha??" Then it clicked. Crys had called me at various times over the weeks we'd been 'together'. So ... she'd thought it over. Was calling me to..."You gonna take the call or just sit there and think about it?" Oh ya. Sure." I staggered to the phone. Put on a smile – they say a smile can be heard thru a phone call. Don't ask me why that random thought popped into my head at that moment. But I was genuinely happy to hear from her. "HI! " I beamed into the phone."What happened? Where is.