Pushing his buttons.

{if Formation = 1
}Beth leaned forward. She had never considered herself able to flirt: Lindsay always said it seemed like she didn't know why guys were interested. Well, she at least knew that they were interested, now. And she had stuided Lindsay.{elseif Formation = 5
}Beth let her inner slut have a little fresh air. {else} Beth leaned forward, biting her lip. {endif
} She slowly rubbed her foot against Seth's leg, and she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. "This is big for me, Seth." She could see his breathing change, and he swallowed. "It could be the start of a career I've been dreaming about for years." She pulled his chair closer, and scooted to the very edge of the desk. If she leaned forward too far, she would be in his lap. She spread her knees wide, bracketing his legs with her own.
"What are...." he had to stop and swallow. "What are you doing?"
"I've seen the way you look at me, Seth." Her face flushed. This was dangerous territory. If she pushed too hard, or in the wrong direction, she could end up on her ass. The meeting with Damien wasn't a sure thing for a career. It could end up not panning out any number of ways. She smiled. "I know what you'd like."
"You do, huh?" he was trying to play it off, but his eyes were like saucers.
"I do, and so do you. And you also know that I'm engaged." She reached up, opening her fourth button. Her bra was visible now, and she pulled her shirt apart, slipping it down her shoulders a little to give him a nice view. "I haven't said anything about it... your little crush. I don't want to make trouble." She put her hands on his face, tilting it up to look into her eyes. "I'm up here, Seth."
"Yeah." he swallowed again.
"If you tell me you can't help me, I respect that. I'll have to button my shirt and get home so I can start finding someone to cover my shift." Her hand popped a fifth button, which was below her bra, now. The shirt slipped further down her arms. Her bra was fully exposed now. "If you're willing to help me... then maybe I don't have to go just yet." She was hoping she could get out of this with just a peek at her tits, maybe. Maybe a grope at the worst. I'm not fucking him. I'm not. {if Shame < 80
}Not for this. It's too much to give away for not enough in return. {endif
}Seth looked nervously at the office door. "I locked it." She directed his gaze back at her exposed bra. "Don't worry."
"I'm...." he swallowed again. His hands were on her knees now. "You're right. I think you're beautiful, sexy, and wasting your time with a loser who doesn't appreciate you enough. I might not be rich, but I know how to treat a girl right." She opened the last two buttons, and let her work shirt fall away completely. "You're taking advantage of a lonely guy, you know that?"
"I just wanted to change into my streets...." she smiled.
"If you gave me the chance, I'd show you I'm a good guy." His hands twitched on her knees. "Why do you want me to be a bad guy right now?"
"I just want your help. The rest is up to you." She couldn't deny the fact that the whole situation, was turning her on right that moment. She couldn't hide her own heightened breathing, the goosebumps.... He was trying to be decent guy, but he was having trouble fighting his desires.
Beth popped the clasp of her bra, and her tits sprang free from their enclosure. Seth's breath caught.

Seth leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Impressive, but I'm not moved. You're such a tease, Beth." His mouth twisted into a smirk. "I'm not bending the rules for a tease." He seemed to be daring her to put up or shut up.