hand, and with the other Altemiss undid a couple of buttons on her uniform blouse. Close quarters with Greg had made Altemiss's perspire even more, and even the little air that entered Altemiss's bra felt good. She turned back up, and continued talking. "And over here," Altemiss said as she stood up. As Altemiss did, she ran her long fingertips along the bulge in his jeans. She moved on down the line, as if nothing had happened, but Altemiss swore Altemiss heared a small gasp from Greg. She smiled to herself. Work can be fun, Altemiss thought, and stifled a giggle. Her manager had often made passes at her, by using that line, one that Altemiss obhorred. Until now. How funny that Altemiss's manager's line could be used here. She bent over once more, except this time, Altemiss didn't kneel. Her ass jutted out at Greg, who was pinned against the tall shelf behind him. If
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