No

"What was that John?" Lindsey asks you, furrowing her brow in your direction after hearing you mutter under your breath.

"Nothing Lindsey," you tell her as she settles back down onto your couch, crossing her legs and giving you a nice glimpse of them as the dress rides up.

"Have a look at this Lindsey," you ask her as you hand her a contract, watching as she scans what is written on it.

"Looks good, John. Where do I sign?" she asks you as you hand her a pen and watch her sign her life away to you, proving herself to be as dumb as you had hoped she would be.

"Now that that's out of the way..." you sneer in her ear as you pin her to your door and slide a hand up the slit in her dress, causing Lindsey to shudder at the intrusion of your fingers as they slid over the fabric of her panties.

"You're not leaving this office until I am inside of you Lindsey," you whisper menacingly in her ear, one of your hands hooking her panties and yanking them down as your other one peels her out of the dress.

"No. Get away from me. I think this was a bad idea," she cried out, desperately trying to shove you away as you free your cock and aim it at her pussy slit.