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Patricia was busy with filing her nails. Amanda stepped out of the shower in a turquoise bathrobe. She fumbled around in the closet and lifted the hair drier, struggling to untangle its wire. "Pat, I really think we need a new drier. This is a piece of of junk."
Patricia stopped filing. "You should have bigger worries Amanda. The report Ms Chase wants is due in three days." She started filing again. "You know she can be a cruel boss. Get to work or she may give you the boot."
"Says the employee of the year, filing her nails."
"My report is ready. Done and dusted," answered Patricia.
Amanda put her hand under her chin. "What was that euphemism for ass-kisser? Um, sycophant, I guess."
Patricia gave her a sideways glance. "I hope you can still pay half the rent after you are fired, otherwise I will find a new roommate."
"Don't worry Pats. I will tell that loser Max write me a report."
"Oh yeah? How?"
"I will seduce him."
"Is this a wise career planning strategy?" asked Patricia. "And what if you can't seduce him?"
"Oh please! He is easy meat. I can seduce a piece of rock if I want to. He is easy meat," Amanda said again, dropping her bathrobe and twirling naked. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Look at me Pats. Who can resist this?"
Patricia rolled her eyes. "Tell you what. You get Max to write your report for you, and I'll do the dished the rest of the month."
"You're on." Amanda then walked towards the drawer, grabbing a bra from inside.
"I don't remember you being so cocky," said Patricia.
"It's called confidence young woman," answered Amanda adjusting her bra strap.
On their carpool to the office, they shook hands on the bet. In her attempts to entice Max, Amanda had worn a skimpy skirt and a skintight sheer blouse. Max's desk was a few steps from Amanda's. Before walking towards him, Amanda winked at Patricia. Max was small guy with curly hair and soulful eyes. She was drinking chocolate milk when she arrived. "I love chocolate milk," said Amanda, giving him a flirty smile.
Maxed looked up at her, surprised. "Good morning Amanda. How are you doing today?"
Amanda sighed, furrowing her brows, pretending to be upset. "Not very well, Max. It's just that I've been super busy with stuff and I haven't had time to write that report Ms. Chase is expecting."
"Oh. That's a bummer."
She put her hands on his desk, showing off her cleavage. "I was wondering if...never mind."
"What?"
"I was wondering if you would be a gentleman and write the report for me." She grabbed the chocolate milk bottle, licking its collar. "I will do anything you ask in return for this massive favor," she said in a lustful tone.
Max was unimpressed. "Okay. I'll do it. But I have one condition."
Amanda turned her head, looked at Patricia triumphantly. "What's your condition max?"
"You have to convince your friend Patricia to go on a date with me."
Patricia was busy with filing her nails. Amanda stepped out of the shower in a turquoise bathrobe. She fumbled around in the closet and lifted the hair drier, struggling to untangle its wire. "Pat, I really think we need a new drier. This is a piece of of junk."
Patricia stopped filing. "You should have bigger worries Amanda. The report Ms Chase wants is due in three days." She started filing again. "You know she can be a cruel boss. Get to work or she may give you the boot."
"Says the employee of the year, filing her nails."
"My report is ready. Done and dusted," answered Patricia.
Amanda put her hand under her chin. "What was that euphemism for ass-kisser? Um, sycophant, I guess."
Patricia gave her a sideways glance. "I hope you can still pay half the rent after you are fired, otherwise I will find a new roommate."
"Don't worry Pats. I will tell that loser Max write me a report."
"Oh yeah? How?"
"I will seduce him."
"Is this a wise career planning strategy?" asked Patricia. "And what if you can't seduce him?"
"Oh please! He is easy meat. I can seduce a piece of rock if I want to. He is easy meat," Amanda said again, dropping her bathrobe and twirling naked. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Look at me Pats. Who can resist this?"
Patricia rolled her eyes. "Tell you what. You get Max to write your report for you, and I'll do the dished the rest of the month."
"You're on." Amanda then walked towards the drawer, grabbing a bra from inside.
"I don't remember you being so cocky," said Patricia.
"It's called confidence young woman," answered Amanda adjusting her bra strap.
On their carpool to the office, they shook hands on the bet. In her attempts to entice Max, Amanda had worn a skimpy skirt and a skintight sheer blouse. Max's desk was a few steps from Amanda's. Before walking towards him, Amanda winked at Patricia. Max was small guy with curly hair and soulful eyes. She was drinking chocolate milk when she arrived. "I love chocolate milk," said Amanda, giving him a flirty smile.
Maxed looked up at her, surprised. "Good morning Amanda. How are you doing today?"
Amanda sighed, furrowing her brows, pretending to be upset. "Not very well, Max. It's just that I've been super busy with stuff and I haven't had time to write that report Ms. Chase is expecting."
"Oh. That's a bummer."
She put her hands on his desk, showing off her cleavage. "I was wondering if...never mind."
"What?"
"I was wondering if you would be a gentleman and write the report for me." She grabbed the chocolate milk bottle, licking its collar. "I will do anything you ask in return for this massive favor," she said in a lustful tone.
Max was unimpressed. "Okay. I'll do it. But I have one condition."
Amanda turned her head, looked at Patricia triumphantly. "What's your condition max?"
"You have to convince your friend Patricia to go on a date with me."
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