You call Samantha out for dressing like a slut today

It's not just Samantha's messed-up face that is straight out of porn. She's dressed like a real slut today too. Then suddenly, you feel like a dummy that it only clicks now that Samantha dressed like she did with the see-thru shirt and mini-skirt in order to seduce you.

It makes you wonder how much she has manipulated you over the past few weeks, using your attraction to her as a tool to make her work life easier. You think about how she bent over in those tight jeans, showing off her ass to you. Was that all in preparation for going a hard sell for more cash from you?

"Samantha, I said I wanted to help you, but you're laying it on a bit thick don't you think. I mean, look at you." You speak sharply and Samantha freezes as you've changed your tone.

"You're wearing lingerie into the office. I can basically see your tits through that so-called shirt. And that skirt is so short if you bent over I could see your pussy. You dressed as a slut today - showing off your tall skinny body to me to try to seduce me. You're waving your tiny titties in my face so that I'll... what, give you a bonus. You think Google is a cash for tits company?"

Samantha has stopped crying, but she looks even more upset than before.

"I'm so sorry, John... Mr. Madison. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she repeats not bothering to defend herself against your tirade.

"I'll leave. I'm sorry for bothering you," Samantha says and stands up.