The sexy co-worker looking for some stress relief

There was a knock on the office door, John glared at it. Who would bother him at this time on a Monday morning?

"Come in."

The door burst open and Samantha stormed into the office, looking amazing in a tight form fitting red mini-dress and black tights that left little to the imagination yet didn't show any skin, her shapely legs were accentuated by high heels and her flowing chocolate hair was tied back behind her neck. Slamming the door behind her, Samantha threw herself into the seat in front of John, crossed her arms over her perfect chest and made a noise half way between a growl and a sigh.

Clearly she wasn't happy.

John tried grinning at her, but that produced no results, so he tried talking instead;

"Morning. Been causing trouble again have we?"

Samantha flipped him the bird and responded;

'No, I'm just sick of everyone out there. They're all as bad as the boss. So I thought I would come in here and share my bad mood with someone who'd appreciate it.'

"How generous of you."

'What can I say, I'm a giver.'

"Uh huh. Anyway, was there something else, or can I get back to work now?" John said, looking back at his computer screen.

When he looked back up Samantha was standing up again, John gasped aloud as she locked the door and started to unzip her dress;

'No John, you can't. I'm so frustrated and I need something to help me relax or I'm going to kill someone out there. We've been dancing around this for weeks now and I think we both know you've got what I need.'

As her dress fell to the floor, John's cock sprung to attention.