"You mean you don't want to see me do this?" Pressing closer to me against the edge of the table, she unfastened another button on the front of her dr...ss. And another, and another, until it was open to her waist. I was stunned. Our booth was mostly hidden from sight, sandwiched in the corner of the room between the wall and a wide, decorative column. Maybe she and 'Stephan' had chosen it in advance back then for that very reason."Tell me, how much more do you want?" She waited for my answer. .. and just what do you think you might be able to do here?" I'm smart. What do you need? I'll do anything." Well... if I actually had an opening, and I'm not saying I do... first you'd have to fill out an application... have your references checked... Jill would have to interview and okay you..." Where's the application?"I laughed when I saw she was struggling with the first line on the two page form."What?" she hissed, clearly flustered."Most people can at least fill in their names without. You'll see why Monday."Another reason is that it's clear you are starting to think of the future in terms outside your possible calling." It gets less likely every day." Well, I realize there is just about no way it would interest you, but I'm going to run you around the office, showing you what the various people do. Think of it as career day for Kennedy."She grimaced. "I think you can take it to the bank that my career isn't going to entail sitting behind a desk in a building like the World. I want to occasionally meet up with one person who is more than a friend but less than a partner for a good, hard fuck and have no expectations on either end. I was thinking that since you frequently travel to the U.S. but aren’t settling for any amount of time here, maybe we could meet up one time. We could go to dinner, maybe karaoke, then a hotel room where you could fuck me seven ways from Sunday until you were ready to leave for home. This is forward of me, I know. I just thought it.