The office temp, a buxom blonde with a penchant for tight skirts, finds herself alone with the IT guy. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she saunters over, her hips swaying seductively. "I've got a problem with my computer," she purrs, "and I think you're just the man to fix it." She leans over, her massive tits threatening to spill out of her top, as she points out the 'issue.' He swallows hard, his cock twitching in his pants. As he reaches out to 'assess' the situation, she takes his hand, guiding it to her thigh, smirking, "It's not the computer that's broken, it's me."