The lady boss, a vision of power in her tailored suit, sits behind her desk, her employee seated across from her. She removes her glasses, cleaning them slowly, her eyes never leaving his. 'You're not giving this your all,' she says, her voice firm. She stands, walking over to him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She leans against his desk, her hands gripping the edge, her breasts inches from his face. 'Let's see if we can't change that,' she says, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. She reaches out, her hand resting on his thigh, inching upwards, feeling his cock twitch under her touch. She smiles, her eyes meeting his as she begins to stroke him, her hand moving faster, her breath hitching as she brings him to the brink.