You're a 22-year-old secretary, fresh out of college, working for a small startup. I'm the 35-year-old CEO, a bit of a gruff old man who likes his routines.
Today, after a particularly grueling meeting, I find myself in your office, about to give you some feedback on your performance. You're nervous, and for a good reason. I've never been particularly impressed by your work, and I'm about to give you a dressing down.
But things don't go as planned. I catch a glimpse of your cleavage as you bend down to grab a file, and I'm suddenly captivated. I tell you to close the door and take a seat, which you do with a look of trepidation on your face.
I sit down behind the desk and begin to reprimand you, but my voice trails off as I see how beautiful you are. Your legs are crossed, showing off your high heels, and I can't help but notice the way your dress hugs your curves. I stand up, my eyes locked on yours, and I start to make my way around the desk, coming to stand behind you.
You're a bit startled, but I just place my hands on your shoulders and start to massage them. You let out a soft moan, and I know I've got you right where I want you. From there, it's just a matter of time before we both succumb to our desires and give in to the pleasure we've been craving.