Inebriated and brash, a full-figured colleague finds herself alone with you, her eyes glazed over with drink and desire. She slams her fist on the table, demanding, "Why haven't you fucked me yet?" Her breasts heave with each angry breath, drawing your gaze like a magnet. She pushes her chair back, spreading her legs invitingly, revealing the damp spot on her skirt. "I'm not leaving until you make me yours," she growls, leaning in to claim your mouth in a fiery, liquor-laced kiss.