Shauna was having a great deal of trouble deciding. On her left sat the tall, muscular, slightly goofy male coworker she'd been flirting with forever, and on the right sat her new trainee: short, Asian, female, and very delectable.

She wanted both, but the odds of making that work seemed remote, and she needed to fuck soon. Even getting through the afternoon, through the commute home, possibly eating dinner with the lucky other, seemed forever to wait before the hours of orgasmic bliss she was overeagerly anticipating and sorely needing.

She chewed her lunch on auto-pilot, eating, making small-talk and double-entendres as she planned the rest of the day, unwilling to choose, weighing odds and possibilities and possible futures with the same calculating mind she used to solve technical business problems.

"Aya," she said softly, touching the back of the young girl's hand as delicately and suggestively as possible, "I really need to do some work with George this afternoon and I'd like to make sure you're up to speed for the meeting tomorrow. Are you free this evening?"

Aya looked up, eyes half lidded in a way that could be mistaken for demure but that Shuana chose to interpret as lustful. "Of course" she answered softly. "I am always available for you."

Shauna smiled her award-winning smile and tossed her red hair gleefully. "Wonderful" she answered, "good girl. I look forward to it."

Aya looked down again. which was exactly the reaction Shauna had been looking for. Demure and lustful. Her evening was looking better every second.

In one smooth motion she turned to George, dropped her shoe from her foot, ran her foot up the side of George's leg, and asked in as business-like and yet seductive voice as she could manage "Your office door does lock, doesn't it?"

George nodded and smiled goofily.

"Good." Shauna answered, running her toes up between his legs and pressing gently against his cock. "Let's go make some use of it, shall we?"