An incentive from Catherine.

I was anxious to leave work but knew I could get sloppy with my code trying to get everything done before five, only to create a bug that I didn't want to spend time hunting down to fix. It didn't help that I got a message from Catherine.

Catherine: hey Sam told you dinner @ my place?

Me: Yes but I probably won't be there until 6 at the earliest. I'm trying to get code ironed out first.

Catherine: ok but not too late because I will get cold

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I saw the picture she sent me. I quickly flipped my phone over and looked around my cubicle to see if any coworkers were around but luckily most of the office, including Steve, had already left for the night. I hunched over my desk to block any possible nosy coworkers' eyes before turning my phone over to stare at the statuesque blonde sitting on her chair in her office wearing nothing but lingerie bra and stockings (with no panties!), high heels, and a big grin.

Catherine: do u like? :D

Me: God yes!

Catherine: :) but don't jerk off to it becuz I need u to be 100% when u get to my house!

Me: Well, that's quite the incentive to get my work done!

Catherine: ok cu! bye!

I had to meditate at my desk for a few minutes to clear my head (and to let my boner soften) before I went back to stare at my monitor. However, as much as I wanted to submit my code changes before I left my mind kept flashing back to Catherine's seductive pose — if I didn't know her already I would have thought she was still a Victoria's Secret model — so I decided to call it a day and shelve my changes. I wanted — no, I needed — to fuck her as soon as possible. I practically ran down to my car in the underground parking garage and would have risked a speeding ticket if it wasn't for the traffic jam out of the downtown core.

My phone buzzed and when I noticed it was an incoming video call from Catherine I took my phone down from its dashboard holder and placed it down on the center console in case she was going to send me more risqué photos.

"Hi, Mike, are you on the way to my place?" she asked as she drove in her BMW SUV.

"Yeah but I'm stuck in traffic."

"That's why my office isn't downtown!" she laughed without taking her eyes off the road. "How long do you think it'll take you to get to my house?"

"Half an hour if I'm lucky," I sighed, staring at the licence plate of the stationary car in front of me.

"Okay, I guess I'll grab some take-out on the way home then," she replied. "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Pussy," I grinned.

"That can be arranged!" Catherine giggled. "But to hold you over until then take a picture of this..." She took her phone off of its windshield holder and moved it between her thighs to show me again that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

I quickly snapped a screenshot.

"Don't jerk off to that!" she laughed. "At least not in the car!"

"But it's tempting..." I sighed, glancing over to the eighteen wheeler truck next to me, making sure the driver didn't look down to notice me staring at the photo of Catherine's pussy on my phone.

She laughed. "Okay, I'll see you in half an hour! Bye!"

The next half hour were the longest thirty minutes of my life.