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“Here’s how this is going to work,” Christina told him, her breath tickling his neck.

Seth nodded, trying not to let his nervousness show, and trying really hard not to let the feeling of Christina’s voluminous chest pressed against his back, or her hands sneaking up under his shirt, distract him too much. He was a skinny young man, not even twenty yet and awkward in general, with pale skin, black hair and eerie green eyes.

Christina on the other hand, was voluptuous, mid-twenties with a deep tan and wavy black hair. She also happened to be quite the seductress, and had a taste for younger men. Technically speaking, Seth worked for her, and he knew that technically speaking, what she was doing was sexual harassment, but sexually neglected as he was, Seth wasn’t complaining.