I mean, she clearly as a "job," in mind already.

Fuck it, bold it is.

“Do you want my cock?” you ask straightforwardly. Dana giggles a little, but doesn’t look away.

“Is it that obvious?” she teases back, striding toward your desk slowly. “Of course I do, Mr. Caine. I like older guys, and I feel like hooking up with you would be a real fun mistake. I want to know better, but I’ve always been too curious to do that.” She pouts a little at the last statement, but is obviously the farthest thing from disappointed.

“That’s a good trait in my book.” You turn your chair to the side as she approaches around the corner of your desk.

“I have a few,” she tells you in faux humility. “For example,” she continues, unbuckling your pants, “no gag reflex. You wanna’ see?”

“Do I want you to put your lips around my prick and suck it like I’m paying you for it? Of fucking course I do.” She leans up and kisses you even as she takes your pants off, her lips urgent and passionate against your own.

“You don’t have to pay me,” she whispers, kissing down your neck and chest, back towards your cock. “You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll just let you. Hell, I’ll enjoy it! I’ve thought about fucking you so many times, so many different ways. Just relax.” At that, she pulls your underwear off to reveal your hard cock.