Emma

With one hand Emma picks up the book on the top of the stack the man had dropped on the desk, forcing a smile to him. Her mind is barely on her work, as she can feel the man's eyes boring into her, his gaze barely leaving her chest as she scans the first book through the scanner.

As she does her free hand lightly caresses her thighs, shifting her skirt up a little higher with each brush, her fingers playing across the top of her stockings as she picks up the second book, running it through the scanner.

She's not even looking as she idly picks up the third book. Her eyes are locked on the man's clear erection, excitement and fear coursing through her body as her fingers lightly graze the edges of her pussy lips. What the hell was she doing? She was sat here, working, a man staring at her as she was on the verge of masturbating in front of him.

The fourth and final book in her free hand Emma lets out an audible gasp as she involuntarily slips a finger deep into her pussy, physically shaking as she slowly pushes the stack of books across the desk, back towards the nameless man.

"Is there..." she muttered, trying to catch her breath, and finally glancing up from the bulge in his jeans to focus on his eyes, still clearly looking down her top, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"