As P.L. approached her boss' office, her appearance rippled and changed to fit her boss' dream girl, which was a tall, thin, curly-haired brunette with breasts that seemed maybe a little too big for her frame. She was dressed in an emerald-colored dress that helped show off her assets.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Donovan?" she asked.
"Yes, P.L., come in."
She walked in, closing the door behind her.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Donovan, you know. Just call me Roger. I never want to be too formal around you," he said with a leering smile.
P.L. smiled back.
"Now. Let's get down to business." He beckoned her to come with her into the next room, which was a small bedroom of sorts. It was there if he had to work late and couldn't make it home. But this time it was being used for something other than sleep.
P.L. seductively walked into the room and shut the door behind her.
