The courier's knock echoes through the empty office, summoning the redheaded manager. She answers, her heels clicking on the polished floor, her curves accentuated by her form-fitting skirt and blouse. She watches him, a smirk playing on her lips, as he struggles to keep his eyes on hers, not her generous cleavage. She leans back, her chair creaking, and lets her legs fall open, revealing her stocking-clad thighs and a hint of red lace. He swallows hard, and she smiles, knowing she has him. She stands, her skirt riding up, and leans over her desk, her big tits pressing against the cool wood. She looks back at him, her eyes filled with lust, and whispers, 'Fuck me like you'd deliver a package.'