tara

tara is a stunning new girl who's been on the reception desk at work for a couple of weeks now. the previous receptionist still works in the same company and is still on my hitlist, but i think i can get into tara's knickers quicker.

we have these security cards which you swipe over a scanner to get into the building, but they only work at the employee entrance. since the company adopted a policy of hiring beautiful receptionists, i prefer to use the main entrance, via reception. this door is unlocked electronically by the receptionist from her desk.

the front of the building is one-way mirror, so the receptionist usually has plenty of warning of anyone approaching the door, but somehow i usually seem to manage to avoid tara's attention until i am at the door. the fact that i almost always have to ring the bell to get in has sparked an ongoing light-hearted repartee between us.

today she asked me why i didn't just use the employee entrance like everyone else, and i replied that if i did that i wouldn't get to see her. she was obviously flattered, and sent me an email afterwards that she hoped i'd continue using the main entrance. i replied that i'd use whatever entrance she'd open up for me, and the exchange has only gotten smuttier from there. she just sent me a collection of lesbian porn pictures and agreed to go out for a drink on friday.