Dave began to write...
Stevey Mitchell is a 19-year old girl with an athletic build and a taut stomach who always wears slutty, revealing uniforms to work. She is a cock-tease and a flirt and she especially enjoys flirting with me as she thinks I'm sexy.
Dave started to let his imagination go...
She is seriously turned on by men staring at her and has to masturbate a lot every day because she gets so horny working here. The only underwear she ever wears is skimpy negligee, and often she doesn't wear any underwear at all.
What else? Oh a name!
Stevey Mitchell is now called Sexy Bitch Mitchell - and nobody finds this strange.
Oh, can't forget!
Sexy Bitch has spectacular DD-cup breasts.
As Dave put his pen down he heard the familiar noise of the post trolley being pushed along his floor.
It was confirmed for him when he faintly heard Alan say, "Morning, Sexy!"
The door to his office swung open and in sauntered Sexy Bitch, her hips swaying flirtatiously as she tugged the post cart into the room.
Dave looked his creation up and down. Sexy had long, brunette hair and a deep tan. Her uniform shirt was tied and tucked underneath her large bosom and revealed her excellent abdomen. Her uniform skirt was short, very short, with pockets sewn into it and a long slit up the left side. Sexy hefted a large box from the top shelf of her trolley and carried it to Dave's desk, being sure to carry it so that her big tits rested neatly on top.
"Here you go, handsome," Sexy smiled as she placed the box on Dave's desk, right in front of him so to display the maximum amount of cleavage as she bent over.
"Wow..." Dave stared in admiration before finally saying, "thanks Sexy."
"Oh please, honey," Sexy winked, "you know you can always call me 'Bitch'!"
Dave was flabbergasted, but managed to keep his composure and replied with a wry smile, "Only if you call me 'Master'..."
"Oooh, I like the sound of that," Sexy laughed flirtatiously as she went back to her trolley, "but you know what I've always wanted to call you?"
"What would that be?" Dave asked,as he watched the post girl bend over to grab something from the bottom shelf of her cart. She was keeping her legs straight, which caused her skirt to ride up...
"'Daddy'," Sexy replied as she delivered to Dave a premium view of her snatch. Today was a no-underwear day, then.
"That's... so hot," Dave tried to keep his cool, but in truth this temptress of his own creation was boiling his libido.
"Here you go, David," Sexy Bitch turned back to his desk and handed him a sole letter. "You brighten up my mornings as always. See you later handsome!"
"W-wait, how about you stay a while?" Dave blurted out. "The door to this office has a lock and..."
"Oh Davey, you know I simply won't do that unless you buy me dinner first! And I'm sorry, I don't date married men. No hard feelings though... Lovely to see you, same time tomorrow, bye!"
Dave dejectedly watched his Sexy Bitch sway her sexy ass out the door. Well, she had a point, he did have a wife after all. But damn, was Stevey hot!!