Pray that's the end of it all.

A week goes by without so much as a peep from Gemma, and you hope your firm but considerate message got through to her. Fortunately, you're distracted by the immense amount of work you have on at the moment. You spend every day holed up in your office, rarely going out for lunch unless your boss or someone from upper management invites you out. It doesn't help that Lorraine, your secretary of the last 10 years, retired over a month ago, and hasn't been replaced. By the time your schedule clears up, it's almost immediately filled with job interviews for a new secretary.

Two days of interviews are booked, and with the assistance of Sarah, your Human Resources manager, you go through the laborious task of interviewing applicants one by one. By the end of the second day, you're about ready to pick a name out of a hat. All of the applicants are more than experienced and qualified, and seem pleasant enough, although personality-wise it's difficult to garner any sense of what a person is like until you start working with them. You're just about to pack it up when Sarah comes into your office.

"One more applicant," she says. "Come on in, Gemma."

Your eyes go wide as you see Gemma walk into your office, dressed in a tight pencil skirt and white button-up shirt. Sarah leaves the two of you alone in the office, closing the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" you demand, in a slight state of panic.

"I'm applying for a job," she says, standing in front of you. "After all, I have nothing better to do in this town my dad dragged me to."

"Well, what qualifications do you have?" you ask, hoping to deter her from whatever it is she's planning.

"Let me show you," she says, walking around to your side of the desk. She gets down onto her hands and knees and crawls under your desk, unzipping your pants and pulling out your flaccid cock.

"Wait! Gemma, stop!" you say, pinned to your office chair, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

You're jolted by a loud knock at your door as Sarah pokes her head into the door. You quickly lean forward to cover the gap between the desk and your body, obscuring any view of the girl underneath your desk.

"Where'd she go?" asks Sarah, looking puzzled.

"Oh, she had to go to the restroom," you lie. You feel Gemma's lips wrap around the tip of your cock, slowly sliding down your shaft until her face is buried in your groin. She begins to suck hard, your dick rapidly inflating with every passing second until every inch of your cock is pressed tightly against the surface of her throat. Her head trembles slightly as she holds you inside of her, and you do your best not to squirm as Sarah enters your office.