“Omigod it’s here!!” she called, giggling as she barged through my door, “the printer just dropped t

“Omigod it’s here!!” she called, giggling as she barged through my door, “the printer just dropped them off!!”I watched, surely too agog, as Melissa - tottering on heels - bounced into my office where I sat finishing my second cup of coffee for the morning. Earlier I had caught note of her tight grey sweater-dress, and nearly groaned to myself at how amazingly it accentuated her already impossible figure. I considered that if I were a good, disciplined employer I’d be telling her there might be too much cleavage showing, but…I didn’t.  And while before if her dress was just this side of being too risque for work, the shimmies, wiggles and shakes that vigorously animated it as she joggled into the room brought it way past the edge.“Wuh-what’s here..?” I managed, trying not to stare as she came to stand across the desk from me, leaning over it to present me with her new…“My business card!!!” she sang, giggling again, “Look look look!”As she bounced on her heels behind it, excitement just bubbling out of her, it took all my strength to focus on the card and not the cheesequake happening behind it. “Very nice, very, uh, official,” I stated, pretending to carefully proofread every little detail but really just wanting this moment to go on and on and on as she shimmied and shook. The woman can bounce; it was mind-bending, seeing that much girl-flesh move.“I know, right??” she said, ebulliently, “It’s my first real business card, like, ever!!” Quickly her bouncing stopped, though my eyes could not stop from admiring her - from where her sweater-dress hugged her trim waist to her thin but fit shoulders -  as she turned the card to herself, reading it over again as if still incredulous. “I’m sorry I know I’m being such a little girl about this but I’m just so excited!!” “No no no, it’s okay,” I said, encouragingly, “It’s fun, it’s normal to be, uh…excited. You should be proud…”At that she looked at me, down at me where I sat, from across the desk. “Yes.” Her smile grew to a megawatt and her eyes flashed. “That’s what I feel. Proud.”Nnngh. It was like I was watching a blooming, a blossoming, a young woman gloriously growing into her own, into something newer and bigger and better. I was watching it and darkly I wanted to feed it, encourage it, help it burgeon.“Great things will come for you, Melissa,” I said, doing my best to sound supportive, her patron, “With a little har-”“Omigod I’m going to work so hard,” she said effusively, the business card now forgotten and all her attention, all the attention of those big, sparkling eyes and that big showy smile was on me, “I’m going to work so hard and take such good care of y-…of your practice…”I felt her inch in closer.She seemed almost at a loss for words. I know I was. She stood there, smiling, hands now crossed in front of herself devotedly, the big bulge of her bosom daring me to glance down from her face.“You’re the best,” she said finally, her tone softened, “I want to make everything perfect here for you, take care of everything…”My throat suddenly tightened, hearing the unmistakable maternal lilt to her voice. “Th-thanks,” I replied, hearing the shy high-schooler inside me return, speechless, confronted by a pretty girl who’s pushing buttons she doesn’t even know are there.“You’re welcome,” she smiled, affectionately, pausing to regard me, warmly.“Oh, and, uh, Marisela?” she continued, suddenly remembering something, “She had me take my picture for the website, and says she needs a ‘bio’…?”“A biography?”Wait…Marisela had her take a selfie?“Yes…” she answered, “and I…I don’t know what to write.” Diffidently, she continued. “Can you help me?”“Uh, s-sure…”  I responded, and watched her face light up again with a smile.“Omigosh thank you,” she said, suddenly sitting herself up on the desk and - back straight, shoulders set - pulled a folded piece of paper out from her cleavage. “This is what I have so far…” she explained,  as she leaned in close and laid it on the desk between us, unfolding it to her own penmanship.Oh holy god, I thought, as I leaned in myself and those breasts settled above me and I took a deep breath of her perfume…———————–part something in a something part seriesmany thanks to the ridiculously patient @joshua67blog for the custom jiggles -- source link

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