Trapped in his cubicle, the poor soul can barely concentrate on his work. The sight of his boss' long, shapely legs in those tantalizing pantyhose, and the way she leans over her desk, revealing the swell of her breasts, drives him to distraction. He tries to sneak peeks at her, but she always seems to catch him, a smirk playing on her lips. One day, she corners him, her voice low and sultry. "I know what you want," she purrs, running a finger along his collar. "But you'll have to earn it." With that, she walks away, leaving him with nothing but his throbbing cock and his hand, forced to masturbate in secret, dreaming of the day he might finally have her.