She's becoming a model employee.

It's been months since you hired Gemma, and each day she seems to just get better and better. You lean back in your chair, your fingers steepled, as you listen to Gemma's fingers flying over her keyboard, her posture perfect - back straight, legs crossed, the picture of professionalism. But you know better. Her skirt is just a little too short, the fabric clinging to her thighs as she shifts in her seat. Her blouse is unbuttoned just enough to tease, the silhouette of her bra barely visible beneath the thin material. You think about what you might do to her later. And what you've already done to her this morning, bent over this very desk.

There's a meeting with a client soon. And many others later this week. Important men. Men who could take your business to the next level. Men who, you suspect, would be more than willing to seal the deal with the right… incentives. And Gemma? She’d do it. You know she would. The way she looks at you, the way she submits - it’s not just about the sex. It’s about the ownership. And what better way to assert your dominance than to offer her up as the ultimate reward?

But then again, you've worked hard these past few months. You could just send one of your other managers to deal with the client - they'd probably get the job done. Your wife is at home, a glass of wine waiting. And you're tired. Rebecca is warmth and comfort, a steady hand that's kept your life in order for years. You could just go home early, leaving Gemma to her work, waiting, and wanting. After all, she'll always be here, ready for your next command.

The intercom buzzes, pulling you from your thoughts. Gemma’s voice, soft and professional, drifts through the speaker. “The files for the meeting are ready, sir.”