"Make men happy," she laughed.

"How do you make men happy?" Ed grinned.

"Any way they want me to," she whispered. "I'm a real easy lay."

"Are you really a bad secretary?" Ed nervously asked, wanting to get the conversation back on less risky ground.

"I'm terrible," she repeated. "I hate it."

"Why do you do it?" asked Ed.

"Because I meet plenty of neat men," she admitted. "There are lots of attractive executives in this company who know I'm a lousy secretary, but they always ask for me when they call the steno pool."

"Why you?" he asked, still trying to figure the girl out.

"Because they know how horny I am," she giggled, sitting down on the edge of Ed's desk.

Looking up at her, the blood rushed to his face as he stared at the bare flesh of her crossed thighs and the full ripeness of her firm tits pushing out against the front of her blouse. From the way her nipples were outlined through the thin material, it was very obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. There was something about the nearness of the pretty little redhead that seemed to rattle his brains.

Looking up into her face once more, he tiled to read what was behind her naughty suggestive smile. His mind was whirling in an effort to understand what was going on in the beautiful young girl's mind. She was squirming her little ass around on his desk with a wild animal grace. There was an exciting invitation in her amber eyes as she boldly stand at the man seated behind the desk.

Ed could feel his cock throbbing violently in the confines of his pants. He could feel it swelling and growing with every passing second, and was frantically hoping that Paula wouldn't notice the bulge. She had jokingly told him she was an easy lay, but surely the girl had merely been teasing. Girls don't normally walk into a man's office and announce how horny they are. Ed readily decided that Paula's remarks had been her own strange brand of humor, and would probably scream rape if a man made an actual pass at her.