"I hope one of our girls will fit in here," the blonde teacher offered. "Some of them are quite skilled for their age, but they are high school girls. Wardrobe and work experience are their big hurdles in most cases. For many of them, this would be their first office job, and this is a very sophisticated environment."

Jennifer toasted Patrick Huston with her cocktail glass to illustrate her point and took another big swallow. The drink was wonderfully cold and sweet, but the stunning job developer had to admit it was hitting her much harder than any strawberry daiquiri ever had before.

"I just wish you could send me a girl as lovely and professional as you are," Huston flattered the tall, gorgeous teacher.

Blushing, Jennifer finished what was left of her drink in two big gulps. She felt the rush of the liquor immediately. She felt flushed and warm in her suit and sweater, even though it was cool in the air-conditioned suite.

"My, it's certainly warm in here… may I?" Jennifer asked, starting to remove her jacket.

"I'd be delighted," Huston answered, his eyes shifting down to Jennifer's big tits. He smiled roguishly.

Before Jennifer even knew she wanted one, Huston was up and pouring another big drink of the chilling liquid to help control the rising warmth and nervousness she was feeling.

"I certainly wish my teachers had been as pretty as you when I was in high school," Huston told the delectable blonde as he rejoined her on the couch. He sat much closer this time, his arm draped casually around the back of the sofa and Jennifer's shoulders.

"Why, Mr. Huston, you flatter a girl so!" Jennifer responded coquettishly.

"No flattery involved, beautiful," Patrick Huston said, dropping his arm onto Jennifer's shoulder and pulling her in close. "You know you're absolutely fantastic, don't you?"