Hard work deserves a reward.

"I don't like the thought of you going home to an empty house and pizza. Not after you busted your ass."
"We."
"Yes! You deserve a better reward than that."
"Getting it done is reward enough." His hands hadn't moved. In fact, they were slowly pulling her closer.
"I can think of a better one...for both of us." She twined her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't hesitate at all: he wanted this.. and so did she. They kissed and groped each other like horny teenagers. {if Office Attire = 1
}Beth's fingers attacked David's buttons. "Damn it, David. It's casual Friday..." she giggled.
"Sorry." Beth pulled his shirt tails out, and David unbuttoned his cuffs. She practically dragged the shirt off him. "Fuck...this is going too slow..." She turned towards the conference table, lifting her dress up and gathering the hem as she bent over, showing her bare pussy.
"Beth... you aren't wearing any panties...did...did you plan this?"
Beth laughed, looking over her shoulder. "It's always hot in here... Terry and his prejudice against air conditioning." she smiled widely. "Get over here." {elseif Office Attire = 2
}David worked on the buttons of her blouse while she attacked the buttons of his shirt. "Damn...buttons..." Beth growled. David pulled her blouse over her head, not bothering with the last few buttons. Her pink bra heaved with excitement, and while he manhandled her tits and kissed her cleavage and chest, she attacked his belt and fly. They were giving her some trouble, so she gave up and spun around to lean against the conference table, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall the the floor to reveal her matching panties. "This is taking too long." she bent over, and pulled the fabric to one side to expose her pussy. "Hurry up, David." {else
}David grabbed her tanktop by the hem, and she lifted her hands to let him pull it over her head, exposing her pink bra. Her chest heaved as she panted, trying to work the buttons of his shirt. "Casual Friday, David!"
"I know... I'm sorry."
"Well... get it off." She turned, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off, along with her panties.
"Damn..." she heard David's rustling movements increase in speed and she turned to see him pull his shirt and undershirt off.
"Approach, counselor." shy gave a coy wink and a giggle. {endif
}
David stepped up to her, and she shivered as his fingers explored her labia, pulling them apart. She could feel the sticky fluid coating the interior, and she gasped as his fingers dipped inside. "Jesus...Beth... you're super wet..."
She moaned for a while as he fingered her pussy from behind, laying flat on the table and squeezing her eyes shut. What am I doing... what are we doing? Her body was speaking a different tune. Yes... yes... yes... thank you....yes..
After a few minutes, juices were running down her leg. "S-s-s-orry...I c-c-c-an make a b-b-it of a m-m-ess...." she was shuddering and stammering, and her legs were shaking. She slumped to the floor, turning around to drag David's pants to his ankles.
"I'm not afraid of a little mess..." He stroked her hair, and pulled down his boxer-briefs, freeing his cock. It was average sized, and had an unusually large glans. She spit on it, and began to work it with her hands.
"I'm sorry...I know it's nothing special." David shrugged.
"Who the fuck told you that?"
"...Kim."
"What a bitch." She started to suck on the round head, wetting it thoroughly and stroking his shaft.