Two office vixens, dressed to impress in stockings and high heels, find themselves alone in the lunchroom. One, with a secretive grin, slides a strapon from her bag, her eyes never leaving her colleague's curves. She struts over, her heels clicking on the tiled floor, and runs a finger along the other's thigh, making her shiver. "I've always wondered," she purrs, "how you'd look with my strapon inside you." She leans in, her breath hot on her lover's ear, "And I've got just the right toy for it."