Amidst the hum of the server room, Tim's hands dance over the keyboard, his mind wandering to the student assistant's curves. She notices, her cheeks flushing. Tim's professionalism wavers as he imagines her innocent hands exploring his tools, his body responding. Leaning in, she points at the screen, her breast brushing against his arm. Tim's breath hitches, his cock straining against his jeans. He turns to face her, their eyes locking. She bites her lip, then whispers, "I've always been curious about what you tech guys do with your... tools." Tim smiles, his restraint snapping. "Well, sweetheart," he says, his voice low, "I think it's time I give you a hands-on lesson."