Try (and fail) to stay responsible

She shook her head, then nearly her entire body, as if that would help getting rid of the overwhelming yearning and desire taking hold of her. Her breath was ragged for a few moments. For a brief second there was no thought but one in her mind: Slamming that sexy assistant of hers into the floor and ramming her new appendage to the base in any of her holes. Instinctively she could imagine what it would feel like - How that warmth would spread around her shaft, massaging her with her insides.

Emma, now seated, managed to pull her out of it. "Ma'am, are you alright? Evelynn..?" She asked, clearly concerned for her boss and mentor. They had become somewhat close as of late. Nothing ever came of it as their was a bit of a gap between their ages and they've always tried to stay professional, but now? The marker might not even have been needed to seal some bond between them.

"Yes, I..." Eve began, swallowing the lustful words that *wanted* to escape her, and instead retaining a modicum of respectful attitude, "I'm just a bit under the weather. You know with the findings? All these things my colleagues now get to write these grandiose presentations about and I got nothing to show for it, despite it mostly being my work. I am sorry, I am rambling on. I should not be so petty."

Immediately Emma proved herself as a reliable source of support, standing up and leaning on the desk, stern yet somewhat alluring, her chest pushing out, begging to be touched...

"Now listen up. Evelynn....you're one of the most skilled in your field, you know this. Besides, what do you have to give two shits about some crusty old university professors who are gonna die in a couple decades anyway! If they were that great I would have worked for them, not you. Wasn't there something you found, anyway? Something small you were super excited about?"