Tease her

You smile at Eileen and touch the back of her hand.

"And what do you think would best help Meghan?" you ask.

She makes a shrugging gesture, her eyes flirting. "I think we should talk more about it. Are you free for lunch, perhaps?"

"Perhaps, but it's a little early for lunch. Besides, I have a very busy schedule. I hardly have time to get out of the office," you smile, touching her knee and she simpers prettily.

"I'm sure I'm taking up too much of your time John, but I feel it's important we talk," she flirts, "I'm glad I came. I really want to make sure Meghan is treated fairly."

"What about you Eileen, how do you want to be treated?" you smile and squeeze her knee, letting your fingers play a bit on her thigh.

"Oh my John you are forward. Daddy said you were a man in control of your situation. I see what he means. I'm a married woman, you know."

"I'm a married man. Is either fact important?" you answer, and stand up. She rises too, standing close to you, looking up at your face.

"I want the best for Meghan," she says. "I'd do everything a mother can do to help her succeed." You smile and touch her face, then run your fingers down her neck, seeing her bite her lip and look at you. You trace your fingers over her breast, hearing her sharp intake of breath as you touch it, then another as you squeeze it.

"Oh my," she purrs. "I haven't had a man do that to me for....a long time. Your hands are so strong, John."

You stroke her body, feeling it tremble at your touch. "And when did a man last lay you on a couch and fuck you, Eileen?" you ask, and feel her shudder.

"It's been too long," she whispers.

You push her back on the couch and loom above her . Her knees have parted and she has hiked her skirt higher, her breathing rapid and excited. You put your fingers between her legs, finding her panties hot and humid. She gives a little coo of pleasure as your touch her, reaching up to stroke your face.

"Be gentle with me, John," she murmurs.

"And what about Meghan?"

"You'll be kind to her, help her, won't you John? I know you're a good man. You will, won't you."

You smile and kiss her savagely, pressing her down against the couch. She responds with hunger, her tongue invading your mouth, her body writhing. You enjoy it for a few moments then break the kiss, standing up and looking down at her sprawled on the couch. She looks back at you in confusion.

"I have a busy schedule and I'm sure you do too, Eileen. I have to get back to work."

"But..." she stammers, sitting up and looking at you with incomprehension. "I don't understand, John."

You sit down at your desk and look at her coldly. "It's very simple. You're willing to whore yourself for some undefined help for your daughter. I'm not in the market for whores this morning. We're done here."

She stares at you in shock, anger building in her face.

"You bastard," she hisses. "You absolute fucking bastard."

"Yes ma'am," you respond. "That's me, guilty as charged. You can leave the door open when you leave."