5

"Oh, I'd never seen the Harry Potter movies before," you covered. "I'm only part way through them though. I'm kind of looking forward to seeing more of them, but my friend here has been lending them to me."

Sabrina blushed a little deeper, but her pouty smirk was pleased.

"What!?" The Suit practically exploded. "How has a guy your age not seen Harry Potter? Did you grow up living under a rock or something?"

"I, uh, just never got into them as a kid," you said.

"Look, my dude. I've got a little side project, it's a podcast. I know, I know, everyone has a podcast these days," the guy said. His two associates were rolling their eyes to each other. "But it's about movies. You should look us up, we give all sorts of reviews and suggest watch lists."

"Uh, sure," you said. "What's it called?"

"You can find us on like, iTunes and Spotify. It's called Big City Blockbusters."

"Cool," you said, nodding. "I'll check it out..."

"Awesome, you'll love it," the guy said, grinning.

The elevator came to a stop and Sabrina rocked with the motion, bumping into you from the side. All three of the suits started to exit. None of you said anything, and soon you and Sabrina were alone in the elevator again.

Sabrina started snickering first, but you followed soon after.

"What the fuck?" she laughed, then slapped your arm. "You thought they were satisfying?"

"Well I didn't want to lie," you chuckled. "But what did you want me to say, asking me that with those guys in here?"

"I don't know. I wanted to see what you'd do," she said.

"Well, now you know," you said.

Sabrina took a moment to fix her hair, looking into the mirror mounted to the side of the elevator. You watched her, and she saw you looking and smiled at you.

"So. Satisfying, huh?" she asked, meeting your eye.

Now it was your turn to blush a little. "Yeah. Yes. You're a very beautiful woman, Sabrina. But I think you also put a lot of your personality into it, which is even more attractive."

"Thanks," she said, smiling and turning away from the mirror to look at you directly. "I don't know why, but I try really hard to like... connect with people, even if I'm not showing my face."

"It worked for me. Maybe too well," you said. "You do a pretty good job of disguising your voice with those whispers, but between the carpet and just being you, I figured it out."

The elevator dinged again as it reached your destination.

"Well," Sabrina said, turning to the doors. "At least I know my fans appreciate more than just my body."

"I never said I was a fan," you said, following her out of the elevator.

"You're not?" she asked.

We'd stepped out into a little elevator lobby area, with a hallway splitting and leading out into the building. Signs mounted to the wall pointed toward Chambers Architecture in one direction, and an Importing business in the other.

"Well, I mean I'm not not a fan," you said. "But I dunno, wouldn't it be weird to be friends with a fan?"

Sabrina smirked and shook her head, but didn't answer you. "Come on, John. Let's work on your Secretary skills."

She headed down the hall, and you followed. Ahead of you was a full panel glass door, beyond which was a nicer lobby room, separated from a large open-space office area dotted with work desk pods by a half-wall and a secretary desk. The woman behind the desk was cute but older than you two, maybe in her early thirties.

Sabrina went to open the door and glanced back at you. "Just friends, huh?" she smirked at you, then was in and through the door. "Hi, good morning," she said to the secretary.

Chapter 6

"Well hey there," the secretary said, turning and beaming you and Sabrina with a big smile and splash of Southern drawl. She was blonde, with a bob haircut that was just starting to get too long, and when she smiled she showed a real set of chompers, beaming bright white.

Sabrina, who had started the conversation, abruptly turned to you with a smile instead of answering.

"Oh, hi," you said, stepping forward. "We're interns with Blake, Meyer and Associates. We're supposed to have an appointment to perform employee surveys?"

"Ah," the secretary said, her smile dropping a bit. She gestured over to the chairs in the waiting area. "Alright. Well, why don't you two grab a seat and we'll see about figuring things out for you."

"Thanks," you said, and she nodded in reply and began typing on her computer.

You and Sabrina moved over to the bench seating off to the side of the waiting area. "That wasn't so bad," you said quietly to her.

Sabrina rolled her eyes as she took a seat. "Ugh, really?" she asked. "That was terrible. No wonder Becks doesn't give you the time of day."

"What? I was polite," you said.

"Typical guy," Sabrina sighed. "John, that woman spends her entire day stuck behind that desk and doing menial work for people who get paid more than her. She's an eternal intern. The only time she gets to feel important is when that monotony is broken by people coming in that door. She wants to talk! She doesn't want to just usher you on to whoever is waiting for us."

"I guess that makes sense," you whispered. "But we're at work. Aren't we supposed to be... business-like? Professional?"

"That's not how you get ahead," Sabrina said. "Take us right now. Did we get this day out by just keeping our heads down and being professional, or did we take some risks and stick our heads up?"

"I don't feel like we took many risks to get here, Sabrina."

"Fine, OK. Bad example. But just- Do you agree it couldn't hurt to get to know this lady more?"

"I guess not," you said.

"Good, OK. Now just watch and listen," she said, then stood up and smoothed her skirt before walking up to the secretary. "I'm so sorry to bother you, but I just had to ask where you got that necklace. It is just fab."

Fab? You'd never heard Sabrina talk like that before, in school or at work, or online. The thing was, somehow it worked. The secretary lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as she turned on that megawatt smile again.

"Oh, you noticed it? O. M. G. It's so beautiful, right? It was a gift from my boyfriend," she said.

The conversation was inane and, honestly, some of it went over your head. But the lady was fully engaged with Sabrina and grinning like a fiend as they talked. Sabrina, for her part, was leaning over the front of the desk. Your mind quickly drifted from the conversation to Sabrina's ass, pointed back at you. Her skirt was hugging her hips but fell loosely in swoopy black drapes down to the tops of her calves. As she leaned over, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other - she was wearing her usual work shoes of simple but elegant two-inch pumps, and as she shifted favouring one foot then the other, her ass slowly rocked back and forth.

Clothed, Sabrina had a relatively petite body with just enough curve to make her stand out as womanly in her slenderness. From your online 'research,' Sabrina had a booty that wouldn't quit even if it was carried by her small frame - her two cheeks were tight and plump at the same time, and she had that delightful diamond gap at the top of her thighs. Not that you could see it now, but you could definitely daydream.

Your reverie was broken when Sabrina glanced back over her shoulder, flashing you a smile as she caught you staring. No, you weren't staring, you were watching, right? She'd told you to pay attention, so that's what you were doing. But she smiled at you, and when she turned back to her conversation she lightly kicked her leg up, bouncing it in an almost playful way for a few moments.

She was flirting with you, right? Was she?

Yeah, she had to be.

Holy shit, Sabrina was flirting with you!