Mary-Jane was raised in an average family, issue was that she was the only child, and that they lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere. She grew up around the same group of kids her whole schooling life, and her first kiss was also the first and only boy she had been with... only he wanted to settle down, have kids, she wanted to move to the big city.

So she did, she moved in temporarily with her aunty, and after only two job interviews, she had a job. It was as a PA on the other side of town, so she rented a tiny, hell-hole apartment, but it was home. That was a few weeks ago, and she really only slept there. She worked overtime, got into work early.. but who wouldnt love work. She had two sexy, flirty bosses.

Mary-Jane had discovered something when she was with her first boyfriend. He lacked something she wanted. When she had flirted with him, most of it went over his head. She watched all the romantic movies, all the dramas and the way women flirted, then the passionate heated sex... it was like porn to her (mostly because she didnt really know where to get porn that wasnt women on women as the store where she got her vibrator had). Oh, her poor vibrator. She had gotten it 3 days after starting work here.. morning, night.. she went through batteries more rapidly than her underwear some days.

Mary-Jane may be flirtacious, and horny.. but she was lost as to what she was doing. Using tv, articles, and movies as her reference she did what she had seen or what felt right. She had few boundaries, and didn't realise that much of her flirting was highly innapropriate. But then, her bosses didn't tell her it was either.

She had a sweet, innocent face, even when she was grinning after making a dirty joke it was so sweet she could give you a toothache. It was like she had no idea how sexy her body was, and when she used it to tease it came across so much dirtier with the sweet smile. Standing at a short 5'6, her height boosted by her choice in stunning heels. Her slender frame swayed when she walked, naturally swaying her hips and bouncing her breasts even when she was not trying. There was a playfulness, a flirty look behind her blue eyes, even when she was being serious. She lit up a room without trying, her short hair styled elegantly, framing her face with perfectly placed curls.