Tune in to the sultry whispers of your colleague as she invites you into the elevator, her breath hot on your ear. She's been teasing you all day, her fingers brushing yours, her voice a seductive purr. Now, she's got you pinned against the wall, her hand sneaking up your thigh, her breath hitching as she feels your growing bulge. She leans in, her tongue flicking out to lick your earlobe, her fingers dancing along your length through your pants. The elevator dings, but you don't care, lost in the symphony of her voice and the promise of her touch.