“Let me tell you a little bit about the project.”

I picked up my remote, stood, and stepped around my worktable. The lights dimmed as the very large screen descended from its recess in the ceiling. The projector fired up and the presentation materials came into focus. In the meantime I had come around behind Ms. Sullivan, Orchid, she said her friends called her, and literally invaded her space as I sidled up behind her, perched on the stool.

I could feel the ambient temperature rise, also controlled by my remote, as I subtly warmed the floorboards under her chair. Tools I had installed to influence clients were now coming in handy for more nefarious purposes.

Orchid gave a small start when she realized how close behind her I had come as I introduced the project to her.

“We’re designing a new look for a new website. It’s the first of a suite of sites dedicated to selling photo-art.”

The presentation started with some of the standard bullshit we always include about our company… and then segued to a sampling of photography… erotic photography, starting with vintage black and whites of Betty Page. As the pictures were displayed I could tell Orchid was deeply affected.

“So, what I want is an assistant who will be available to travel with me to various client sites, take notes as we interview the client, and personally assist me as necessary.”

I watched Orchid as my breath lightly brushed the nape of her neck, I was that close, and as her bosom rose and fell with her own breathing, which I could see she was trying hard to control….

“You start right away. I've made arrangements for a client visit.. We leave tomorrow.”