mscupcake, the office temptress, corners the lawyer in his own chamber, her eyes hungry and predatory. She leans in, her breath hot against his ear, whispering, "You've had a long day, counselor. Let me help you relax." Before he can protest, she's on her knees, her hands working his zipper, her mouth engulfing him. The lawyer's grip tightens on his desk as her skilled mouth brings him to the brink of ecstasy, the office lights flickering above their illicit after-hours encounter.