Try to advance the company.

Despite your fun, you still have real work to do, particularly given you're relatively new to your senior position. Significantly, you have a meeting with Mark Holloway, the man who holds the keys to the contract that could make or break your quarter. The meeting starts off fine, the conference room all polished mahogany and cold handshakes. You've discussed the terms for the better part of an hour, but seem to be going nowhere. Holloway leans back in his chair, his Rolex glinting under the lights. He gives little away. Except... for the way his gaze lingers on Gemma.

"Mark," you say, motioning for Gemma to pour him another cup of coffee. "I think we can come to an agreement that benefits us both."

"Oh, and how is that?" he asks sceptically.

You exchange a glance with Gemma, and she gives you the slightest nod. Her fingers tighten around the coffee pot, but her smile never wavers. You didn't have to say a word. Gemma sets the coffee pot down and steps around the table, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She stops in front of Holloway, her hands going to the buttons of her blouse. One by one, they come undone, revealing the black lace bra underneath. His eyes darken, and his breath slows.

She drops to her knees in front of him, her slender fingers working on his belt. You watch his cock hardening in his pants as she frees him, her small hand wrapping around his shaft. He groans, his head falling back as she leans in, her tongue flicking against his tip. She knows to work him slowly at first, focusing on his head with soft, gentle kisses. He's not that big, and she takes him with ease. Gemma pulls back, her lips glistening, and looks up at him through her lashes.

“You like that, Mr. Holloway?” Her voice is soft, almost innocent, but her eyes are anything but.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hands tangling in her hair as she takes him into her throat.

His hips lift off the chair, his cock disappearing between her lips as she takes him to the back of her throat, her fingers clutching onto his thighs. It doesn't take long, and you can almost see the moment Holloway's resistance crumbles.

You slide the contract across the table.

“Sign it, and she’ll make sure you remember this meeting very fondly.”

Holloway’s hand trembles as he reaches for the pen, but his shaking accidentally bumps the cup of coffee, causing most of it to spill onto the table. Gemma moans as her mouth is stuffed full of his cock. Quickly, Holloway's pen scrawls against the paper, and just like that, the deal is done. He groans as he starts to cum in Gemma's throat, his voice wheezing as he grips the arms of the chair, his hips bucking and his legs shaking. When he finally settles down, Gemma pulls off with a wet pop, her chin glistening. She tucks him back into his pants with a smile, then stands, her blouse still undone.

"More coffee, Mr Holloway?" she asks, picking up the coffee pot.