Send her back to work

You look at the petite girl, kneeling and pleading before you, her hand playing gently with her dripping pussy. She looks incredibly sexy, and part of you wants to take her on the floor where she is, but you harden your heart and look coldly at her.

"Why are you still there? I told you to straighten up and get back to work."

Her lips quiver and tears start in her eyes but she scrambles to her feet and slowly tugs her dress down, staring at you all the while as though expecting you to change your mind. You keep your face stern and watch her until she is presentable, then nod towards the door.

Slowly, looking back over her shoulder at you she walks to the door, perhaps a little unsteadily. As she puts her hand on the knob you speak.

"I'll be going out on business for an hour or so. I expect you in my office at one this afternoon to discuss your performance. Don't be late."

Biting her lip, she nods silently and leaves your office.