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With that remark, Amy hopped onto the edge of my desk and placed her feet on the armrest of my chair. This usually would get my blood flowing, but with her wearing a pair of somewhat baggy blue jeans, I couldn't really get a nice view of her sex. "I really like the ideas you came up with for the guys, but I don't want to end up like a Miss Elizabeth or a Debra." She leaned forward. Her face was inches from mine. "I mean don't get me wrong or anything, they were great at what they did, but I don't want to be known as a glorified valet for my entire career." The sexual tension in the room was getting thick. My member was rapidly growing as the blood in my veins pumped faster and faster. My eyes fluttered as I inhaled deeply. Amy reached forward and forcefully grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me to my feet. My crotch was directly against Amy's as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My tool was painfully pushing at the front of my slacks as Amy leaned forward and placed a light, delicate kiss upon my lips. A very surprising kiss after her show of aggressiveness and dominance up to that point.
"I'm looking forward to talking with you about my character when you get to North Carolina," she said lightly. "I'll see you in a few weeks." Amy then gave me a slight squeeze on my ass and calmly walked out of my office. I dropped down into my chair. I sat at my desk with a raging hard on, in utter confusion and complete shock.