The buttoned-up banker, in her sleek, tailored suit, sits at her desk, legs crossed, her brunette hair pulled back into a severe bun. But beneath the table, her conservative facade cracks, revealing a pair of shimmering nylon-clad legs. She strokes her stockinged foot against her colleague's thigh, her heel grazing his crotch. He looks up from his work, surprised, as she leans in, her glasses glinting, and whispers, 'I think it's time for a little break.' Her hand slips into his lap, expertly rubbing his growing bulge through his pants, her touch confident and practiced.