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"Well, sex offenders its 8:30 PM," Sondra said aloud, "I better get my ass in gear." The halls of the usually rambunctious offices were empty and silent. Even the nocturnal janitors had come and gone for the evening. Sondra turned on some soft jazz music from the transistor propped up on her drafting table and rolled up her sleeves. The ideas just weren't coming to her. She crossed and uncrossed her long, tan legs several times and wondered why she was so restless. It was a warm August night, but one would never know it inside the windowless, heavily air-conditioned office suites. Sondra shifted in her chair, feeling stifled, lonely, restless. 'I need to shake myself out of this funk.'

Sondra thought, staring sex offenders down at her blank sheet of newsprint. She let her mind wander to the romance novel she had left unfinished on her nightstand the previous evening. The heroine of the sex offenders story was on the verge of fucking a handsome stranger in an airplane bathroom when Sondra drifted off to sleep. She wondered how the scene continued from there. 'I hope she gets it good.' Sondra smiled to herself. 'In fact, I could use a roll in the hay myself...' Approaching footsteps interrupted Sondra's thoughts. The fast, determined footsteps of someone who knows actually where she is going. Sondra began to doodle furiously on her notepad, not wanting to be caught in a daydream mode. "Hey there, busy girl," a high, professional voice piped. "Are you trying to climb the corporate ladder with hours like these?" Sondra's face stretched into a slow smile. The voice belonged to Lynette,

A fashionable account executive she had always admired from afar. Lynette was tall and thin, olive complected with an abundance of black silky hair which she wore in a neat ponytail. She stood sex offenders poised in the doorway with a diet soda in one hand, file folder in the other. Sondra couldn't help but admire the toned legs which the visitor's short, tight skirt displayed proudly. "I'm just finishing up some work on the tanning lotion campaign." Sondra said matter-of-factly, trying to impress her coworker with her professionalism. She wondered why the air-conditioned office seemed suddenly so stuffy. She tried to avert her eyes from Lynette's tightly, but immaculately, clad figure. 'Why is a woman causing such a physical reaction in me?' Sondra asked herself. Conservative by nature, Sondra had never let herself think sex offenders of other women in anything but a friendly manner, but Lynette was definitely attractive. A few beads

Of sweat formed between her breasts. "Yeah, I was trying to work too." Lynette said, taking a seat opposite Sondra's drafting table. "But for some reason I just can't seem to concentrate. Maybe sex offenders its the full moon," she added wickedly, smiling in a way that made Sondra flush. The artist brushed a few loose strands of golden hair out of her eyes and focused on her guest. "I'm having the same problem." Sondra admitted with a slight sigh. "I just feel so...so restless." "Maybe you need some distraction." Lynette murmured, looking her right in the eyes. Sondra was stunned, wondering if the sexy executive was, in fact, flirting with her. What surprised Sondra even more was the fact that she was enjoying it. She felt a strange sensation between her thighs--an eager tingling which slowly spread up to her snatch. Sondra licked her lips and returned Lynette's piercing gaze, trying

To decipher the sleek lady's intentions. "I think you're right, Lynette." Sondra said earnestly, feeling more confident that her guest wanted more than a professional chat. "I could definitely use something that...

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