It's Wednesday, 9:30am. You've been working at Glassman-Strauss since Monday, mainly filing invoices, sealing envelopes. For a temp, it's all been pretty standard work at a pretty standard desk in a pretty standard office.

You've been temping for the last 3 weeks, a fallback after you lost your job in a round "streamlining". Apparently your post was "beyond to the vision of the business model going forward." Whatever that means. You spent about a month sitting on your ass. In that time, your girlfriend, Amy, left you (apparently she deserved better, which meant she deserved someone who could afford her expensive tastes), the bills stacked up and you couldn't remember the last time you'd actually bothered to change out of sweatpants. All in all, things weren't going great.

But all that changed when you ran into Mike, an old college buddy, in your local convenience store. The pair of you had been pretty close back in the day. You used to have a routine all worked out for picking up girls in college bars, involving an "accidentally" spilt drink, a couple of carefully dabbed napkins and a lame joke that always seemed to make college girls laugh. After college, you both went your separate ways. You tried to keep in touch, but Mike was one of those guys who never really grew up past college, and you were "going places." Well, you were up until a couple of months ago.

The problem was Mike had a bit of an obsession with casual sex. After he left college, every decision he made appeared to have been led by his cock. He once left you in the middle of the street because he saw a hot girl on a passing bus. He once bought baseball season tickets because he realised he'd be sitting next to a girl he'd been chasing for 6 months. This didn't fit with your ambition, and when Amy came along she persuaded you to cut him out because he was "holding you back". Well, from where you were standing now, it looked like Mike, business-suited and clean-shaven, was the successful one. You wished you'd put on clean sweatpants.

Mike invited you to a bar across the street, and a couple of beers and an explanation later, he offered a solution.

"So it looks to me like there are two problems. You need cash. And buddy, you seriously need to get laid. Well, it just so happens I can help you on both fronts."

You look at him, doubtfully.

"I'm serious. I bet I can get you a job, a decent pay packet and an office romance by the end of the month. You see, I run a successful temping agency. Why not work for me?"

"Temping?"

"Sure! What, you're too good to be a temp?"

"No, it's just...temping?!"

"Think about it. There's lots of work out there. Sure it's a litle boring, but you have zero responsibility and total flexibility. You hate the boss? Just let me know and I'll put you somewhere else. You want a month off? No problem! Plus, and this is the real clincher, it's the perfect job for a quick hook up."

Typical Mike. "How?" you ask.

"Women in offices are often bored. They're the bored housewives of the 21st century. Unahppy in their lives, not getting paid enough, doing a job they hate, seeing the same faces every day. Then one day, a temp comes along. He shows her a bit of interest. Maybe he flirts with her a little. Suddenly, there are some feelings happening. Suddenly, there's a glimmer of excitement in her otherwise mundane workday. And there are zero strings. The temp's only going to be there for a few weeks, and if it starts to get awkward, she can just have a word with the manager and get the temp moved on. And trust me: women in their situation, presented with an opportunity for a no-strings hook up...John, my friend, they will be willing to try the most depraved, disgusting sexual acts. Because there aren't any consequences!"

You told him you needed to think about it, but when you returned to your apartment and looked around, you knew you'd accept his offer.

So far you've worked in in a realty firm, an accounts department of a factory that made car parts and a governement archives department. Mike was right about the pay, but you've not yet plucked up the courage to flirt with anyone.

Mike has made you swear that you will try to start an office romance at Glasssman-Strauss. You sit at your desk and look around for a potential candidate. The two women you share an office with seem like good options. To your left is Alison, a blonde administrator in her early twenties with a certain girl-next-door charm. She's fairly quiet, so you've not yet struck up much conversation with her, but from what you can tell this is her first full-time job. Seems she's only recently moved out of her parents' house, too, so she's starting out on her journey into the big bad world. Not quite the "bored housewife of the 21st century" that Mike was describing, but you've noticed her staring at you a few times and you suspect she might be into you.

To your right is Emily. She's some sort of sales manager in her early thirties, and she seems to come and go out of the office a fair bit. Emily catches your eye because of her office-chic dress sense and great taste in high heels. More importantly, however, Emily has enormous breasts. You steal a glance at her and estimate that each orb is probably larger than your head. Must be a nightmare for her to find blouses that fit, but she seems to manage. Emily seems to have an on-off relationship with Ed, the gel-haired, cocky business analyst. Apparently it's a secret but in the two days you've been there you've picked up on it. Judging by the glares and sharp tones between them, however, you don't think things are going well between them. Yesterday she left his office and could've sworn she wiped away a tear.

There are also two other potential candidates, though these migth be more risky. Sylvie is the HR rep. She's in her late twenties and is loud, vivacious and curvy. Sylvie has a quirky dress sense and a penchant for styling her brunette hair like a 1940s pin-up. Her flirty nature means that she'd probably be the easiest to seduce, but fucking the HR rep might cause some troubles for Mike if it goes south. Finally, there's the assistant manager of Glassman-Strauss, Jessica. She's in her forties, has a strong work ethic and a no-nonsense attitude. She's got a great body for her age, and whenever she passes through the office your eyes are always drawn to her toned, pantyhosed legs and firm ass. Jessica dresses for power but you fantasise that underneath her skirt-suits she wears very feminine (and very expensive) lingerie. You'd love to find out for sure.

While musing on your options, you realise that now is a perfect opportunity to approach one of these women. Alison is at her desk, and it's just the two of you in the office. Emily has just got up and wondered into the kitchen to make coffee. Sylvie and Jessica are both in their offices, alone. Alternatively, you could wander down the corridor and see if there's anyone else around. After all, Glassman-Strauss hires about 30 staff but you've so far only met about half of them. Surely there are women somewhere?