Save it and give the secretary a different injection

You put down the syringe of Ultraperv 9000, smiling and patting it like a beloved pet.

"Soon," you say and your lab door opens with a hiss and the whooshing of metal on well-lubricated metal. Your cock is already throbbing when you turn around, but it almost rips out of your pants when you see your secretary.

You were expecting the slender, but well-proportioned Mirage; a sexy little package built on budding feminism where her body wasn't the focus even though she was obviously rocking a killer form.

You watched as she swayed into the room, wearing a dress that looked like a uniform, but only in the same way that short skirts and skin-tight tops were uniforms. But the cut and colors were utilitarian, but your secretary filled it out to the point of stretching the seems.

Her eyes met yours with a coy grin and then they locked on to your cock.

"You ordered me to cum, Master?" she said in the sluttiest, huskiest voice you've ever heard.

You can't believe that she's your assistant. It's...