She even invited me to dinner with her girlfriend.We would try outfits on after work , and I generally knew why she loved helping me into them, my t...ts have always been girl attractors. But she was too professional and too cool to ever act on her attraction or try ruining our friendship.Within a couple days I was already working 9 to 5 and was offered weekends when school started, in short everything was absolutely awesome. And for the first three weeks, everything was.Then George. All characters are fictitious. All events are fictional. Any similarities in this story to real events or people are unintentional. The next morning Suzanne dressed in a conservative business suit and returned to the office as ordered. But she didn’t know how she would get any work done. It was impossible to concentrate. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her humiliation the night before. She was appalled at the memory of how she had danced so wantonly, then fingered herself like a cheap slut. “No wait, I mean a semi-circle,” Izzy said, moving Andre and Jeff, as they were blocking my view from the vent, “I need the air to keep me cool.”Izzy had realised if they stood in a circle around her, I would be blocked from a good view of proceedings by whoever stood in front of the ventilation fan. Luckily with the air-conditioning unit being directly above it, it was easy for her to come up with an excuse to keep that area clear.Izzy looked across at the vent again for a second, grinning,. “I fucking love it,” she replied, “make me your ass slut! Fuck that ass like you own it!”“That I will,” I agreed, continuing to slam into her.I had fucked her hard for fifteen minutes having already come twice, this was going to be a marathon fuck when she asked, “Can I ride you?”“Sure,” I agreed, curious what she had in mind.I pulled out, she pushed me onto a kitchen chair, turned her back to me before straddling me and asked, “Can you hold me up?”“Of course,” I nodded, as she put her feet on.