Jon found himself in an office. She was wearing an attractive, if conservative, skirt, button down white blouse and three inch heels. A coat hung on the back of his chair. Jon looked down at his body. He had dd-cup breasts, long legs, an athletic figure and long blonde hair that was tied up in a braid. What kind of fantasy is this? thought Jon. I'm not naked. I'm not even wearing anything particularly sexy or revealing. Jon sat down at his desk and looked at his computer. He wasn't sure how to do a secretary's job, and stared blankly at the screen for a few minutes. Just as he was starting to feel worried that the wish had gone wrong, a woman's voice came over the intercom.
"Becky," a familiar voice said. "I need you to take some dictation. And remember, I want you to do your sexiest striptease for me afterwards, followed by hot, steamy sex on my desk. Don't worry, I don't have any clients today, so we won't have to worry about being interrupted." The woman, (who sounded familiar, but Jon couldn't place the voice over an intercom) talked about ravishing her secretary at her place of business like it was just one more item on the agenda.
"I'll be right in," said Jon, in a voice that oozed sexuality. He opened up a drawer to find something to write with, only to find a dildo in the drawer. Jon instinctively grabbed it and brought it with him, wondering how it would feel to impale himself on the massive sex toy. When he opened the door, he was shocked to find that he was the secretary of...
