
I began to think that Ann was determined to really play with my mind. One minute there was business as usual, the next there was a shockingly provocative act. At that point I started to be a little concerned that I was losing control of my new business and that perhaps I had made a mistake.
Ann busied herself by unpacking her belongings at her desk. Her desk was in an alcove just off the reception area and outside of my office. I was seated in an armchair in the reception area where I had greeted Ann upon her arrival. I remained there for about two or three minutes while I entertained the notion that hiring Ann had been a mistake. I looked up as Ann addressed me.
"Bob, are we expecting anyone this morning?"
"No, why do you ask?"
Ann did not answer me directly. Instead she strode purposefully to the door to our suite. I saw her try the door mechanism, make a few adjustments and I realized that she had locked the door. I had not anticipated what she would do next.
In one swift motion, Ann crossed her arms, reached down and taking hold of the bottom of her sweater lifted it over her head. With this one sudden move, Ann stood before me bare from the waist up. Her breasts were quite large, flaring slightly outward and capped with lovely pink areolae with prominent nipples. Every movement she made caused her breasts to jostle and bobble in the most inviting way. Despite the pendulous nature of her breasts she was not in the least bit fat. Her stomach was firm and there were no rolls of flab overrunning the belt which was cinched at her waist.
