‘Come fuck me eyes,’ peered over the top of her glasses, looking him up and down appreciatively. Her gaze lingered on his crotch, and then flicked back up to his face. Her lips were painted slut red, her nails a matching shade of glossy garnet.

She leaned forward, her deep cleavage starting to show through her tight shirt. Everyone else thought her meek and mild. But he knew the truth. His cock stiffened in his trousers. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile.

“Follow me, boss.”

She stood, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing her smooth thighs.