No. She signs.

"Hello again John," you hear Katharine McPhee say as she walks into your office, having let herself in.

"Kat, looking gorgeous as usual today," you tell her, unable to control yourself as you look at her in her button-up red shirt (with a few buttons that weren't buttoned up, giving you a nice view of her rack), and her blue jean skirt.

"Aw...thanks, you're too kind," she replies back, sitting on your couch and allowing herself to relax for what appeared to be the first time in a while.

Some of your clients cause you to exhibit less self-control than others, and Katharine was definitely one of those that made you behave, shall we say, less than professional around her,

Fortunately for you, not only did she not seem to mind, she almost seemed to encourage it as she leaned over your desk and allowed you to look down her shirt, before smiling seductively at you and going back on the couch.

"I suggest you go lock the door John," she tells you, your dick getting hard at the mere mention of her saying that as she drops to her knees in front of you, "that is, if you want to have a little fun with me right now baby."