Amanda chuckled, having tapped on "Hair." She typed out p-o-r-n and then tapped on the "Enter" symbol.
The world seemed to swirl around her briefly. She gasped as the colors resolved themselves, and she was now seated at a fancy desk in a reception room with black leather couches and potted plants, and beyond that, glass doors that appeared to lead out to a parking lot.
There were movie posters on the walls, featuring scantily-clad women, with titles like "Busty Lesbians 3," "Cute Little Lesbos 4," and what looked like a sci-fi romp, "Horny Girls in Space."
She looked down and realized her business attire was gone; in fact, she was showing some very generous cleavage, thanks to a tank top and what must have been a push-up bra underneath it. She wheeled her chair out from the desk a bit to see that she was wearing a denim miniskirt and high-heeled strappy sandals. She hadn't dressed like this since college -- the various jobs she'd had throughout her 20s required her to be professionally attired, and she certainly wouldn't have shown anyone this much of her boobs.
As she was contemplating this, the door opened, and in walked...