Leo Was Eating A Bowl Of Cereal In Jeans And A Plain White T-shirt When She Knocked At The Door.  To

Leo was eating a bowl of cereal in jeans and a plain white t-shirt when she knocked at the door.  To say that he wasn’t expecting company was and understatement, let alone a beautiful woman.  When he answered the door, the spoon dropped from his mouth.  “Annette?” he said, vaguely recognizing his co-worker.  She always looked good, but seeing her not in jeans and a sweatshirt, with her hair done…  Leo thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his eyes, like the wolf in those old cartoons.

The way she walked into the room, the way her eyes didn’t quite seem to focus, something did seem a little off.  Like, this wasn’t Annette, even though it was.  It was like she wasn’t in the driver seat.

“There a few rules, Leo,” she said mechanically, “You have 72 hours.  I’ll do whatever you ask, and I’ll enjoy it. Don’t do anything that bruises the face and don’t cut my hair. When you come in to work on Monday, I’ll remember nothing, and nothing’s going to happen between us after.  I’m just your sextoy, don’t form attachments. And don’t remove my watch unless you want your fun to stop.”

“But– wha? Why?” Leo was able to stammer out to her tits.

“Josh in R&D says happy birthday, and that Project Three-Seventy-Two is successful,” she said as she walked towards his bedroom.