It was a typical Wednesday for Steve at the 'Desire' office. His lunch had been interrupted when one of the marketing bimbos barged into his small IT office.
Her name was Jessi or Jenni or something like that. She was wearing some ridiculous high-fashion office outfit, a pink spandex body suit with bell-bottom sheer slacks and a sport coat cut to a bare midriff. Her bleached-blond hair a lip fillers gave her the look of an office Barbie. "STAN!" she exclaimed, not bothering to acknowledge Steve's name tag, "You've gotta help me! I have a presentation in 5-minutes and I can't get the projector-thingy to work."
Steve put down his sandwich and picked up his laptop, on which he'd installed the Chronivac. "Alright, let's get you set up," he said, with manufactured enthusiasm.
'You're the best, Stan," said the blonde, rushing ahead of him, her peach-like ass teetering to and fro. The task took literal seconds, and Steve slunk his way to a chair in the back of the room. He watched the usual suspects flow in, some flamboyant gay men laughing at some private joke, a half-dozen latte-sipping MILF's in 'Juicy' track suits and ugg boots. And finally Lynn, the bitch, already wearing a sour expression.
Her straight black hair was cut into a bob. Her subtle Asian features were enhanced by bold makeup and dark clothing. She was young, but the stress of her work had aged her prematurely. As she sat down, she already appeared as if she'd judged the presentation to be lacking.
The blonde began speaking and Steve discretely opened the program on his laptop.
Target: Lynn Fong
Species: Homo Sapien
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Gender: Woman
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Measurements: 32" x 23" x 34"
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
'Time to mess with the Boss bitch,' though Steve.