A young lass

You lay on the plush carpet, chest heaving, hardly believing what you'd just done. Escaped from your boss. Scaled the side of a building. Slithered into this place...

As you regained your bearings and stand up, you're startled by a melodic voice that turns you around:

"Thank goodness you're here!"

You look up to see a pretty girl, around 18, with kind blue-grey eyes and a warm smile. She's wearing a cute pink strawberry-themed crop top, panties and white socks. Sitting on the bed, she begins to explain her predicament.

"I just graduated high school and I've never had a boyfriend," she confesses, fidgeting with the hem of her form-fitting pajama top. "My parents keep pestering me about it. They think I'll never give them grandchildren, but I've just not found someone I like enough."

She looks at you pleadingly. "I have an idea. A favor to ask. Would you be willing to pretend to be my boyfriend? Just until one of my family members walks in and catches us... you know..." She sheepishly simulates sex with her hands, oral and PIV, before plopping her hands back down on her crossed legs.

Your eyes widen as you process her request. She wants you to have sex with her, right here and now, on the off chance a relative barges in and assumes you're dating. The plan seems ill-conceived at best.

She sighs and hops off the bed, pacing. "I know it's a lot to ask. But it won't mean anything, I swear. I don't even know you. Please, you'd really be helping me out. I'll show you around my room first, like a date."

The girl looks you up and down, taking in your disheveled business attire. "Plus, with that suit, they'll think I'm dating someone important. You're perfect for this."

She steps closer, her strawberry PJs riding up to reveal more soft, smooth skin. "So, will you do it?"

You're technically at work, maybe. This is beyond inappropriate for the workplace. But maybe it's fine? Just meaningless sex for a good cause...