"You look positively thrilled," A soft, feminine voice caught Craig by surprise. The young man, in his mid twenties, had been leaning against a wall in the banquet hall trying to avoid being seen. But, for some reason, this pretty woman had spotted him and stopped by to talk. She stood close to his height, around 5'9", and had gorgeous, long red hair; it was a shade of red that was almost impossible to get naturally. She had the traditional hourglass figure, and her natural curves were accentuated by the form-fitting black dress that she wore. This woman was the kind who could talk to any man she wanted; Craig wasn't entirely certain why she'd picked average him.
"Oh yeah, can't you tell?" He answered with a nervous little laugh. "These work functions are really exciting. I can hardly contain myself."
She smiled at his answer; it was a charming, almost dazzling thing that somehow reached her rich green eyes and made them twinkle. Craig found himself lost in her eyes, zoning out while staring at them. He didn't realize he was doing it until he noticed that she'd been talking and he'd missed the first part of what she'd said.
"... a shame. There has to be some way to make it interesting for you." Craig caught the end of her sentence, detecting just a hint of mischief in her words; he wasn't sure why such an innocent sounding statement unnerved him, but it sent a chill up his spine.
"I wish you could, but I doubt it." He answered. The way she smiled at his response creeped him out even further.
"Be careful what you wish for," she replied with a wink. "Why don't you walk with me and tell me about some of your coworkers?"
Craig wanted to tell her no, to make up some excuse as to why he had to keep leaning against the wall and pretending not to be seen. But, for some reason, he found himself nodding and agreeing. He just felt compelled to take up her suggestion. "Sure. Um... I'm not really sure what you want to know about them, though. They're really not that interesting, I promise."
"Maybe not, but I'm sure we can find something interesting in anybody. What about her?" The mysterious red head motioned to a young blonde girl, waif thin with large breasts. The young woman was a knockout for sure, and the way she continually flipped her golden hair over her shoulder and looked about the room suggested that she knew people would be eyeing her.
"Oh, that's the boss' daughter Nicole," He answered almost at once. "She's 18 and just started college a few months ago. She's always been really stuck up and looks down on most of us. He bought her those fake tits as a going away present when she left for college." Craig was mortified the second the words came out of his mouth, but he just couldn't stop them. After the red headed woman asked, he just could not stop himself from spilling the beans.
When the red head looked from him to Nicole, Craig could almost feel something happening; it was like static electricity in the air, making his hair stand on end. Nicole, who had been talking to an older woman this entire time, reached up and began to slip the straps of her dress from her shoulders without missing a beat of the conversation. She slowly pulled the dress down from her form, allowing her large, perky breasts to bounce into view. Though large, they seemed to defy gravity with their slight upturn and gentle bounce. The mounds were topped by two small, perky nipples that were already quite erect. She pulled the dress down until it was lying pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in only a pair of black panties and stockings. All the while, she and her companion kept talking, and nobody other than Craig seemed to notice what had happened.
"What's going on?" He exclaimed out of shock; several people, including the mostly nude Nicole, shot him glances at his outburst.
