Bob Mathews was the quality control manager for the new products division at Farthing Software, and had been successful enough to merit a corner office on the fifteenth floor. He was reviewing notes from the latest meeting when he was startled by the appearance of an attractive woman in her thirties, wearing a jet-black work suit and carrying a large sample case.

“Excuse me…?” she began.

“Hi, I’m Carol Parker from G-Case Products,” the woman started. “We had an appointment this morning to walk you through our product line.”

Bob belatedly checked his calendar and discovered he had indeed scheduled the meeting. Carol continued: “We have a new approach to code repositories that will guarantee your team greater reliability and productivity. I have several demo packages here, if you’ll allow me to install them on your computer.”

Bob moved his chair aside as the woman circled around his desk, inserted a disk into the drive, and began the installation process. His attention drifted to a vague musky scent he couldn’t identify, and he became so absorbed in his thoughts that Carol had to call him twice when she was ready.

“I’ve loaded the main package into your DEMO directory,” she said, moving behind him.

Bob felt the pressure of her suit against his shoulders but tried to focus on the software. The demo was truly impressive, and when it ended, Bob could sincerely tell her he was interested and ask for more materials from her case.

He adjusted himself when she stepped away, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. Carol’s bent-over position by the case didn’t help, with her skirt clinging greedily to her hips. When she straightened up, Bob quickly looked away before she could notice his gaze.

Carol returned to the desk with two more disks to install.

I wonder what perfume she’s wearing, Bob mused.

While she worked, he secretly studied her profile - from her chestnut bob haircut to her sharp nose, down to the generous cleavage hidden by her jacket. This time he was looking at the screen when she finished, and Carol suggested he try the demo himself while she stepped back to observe.

The new package was a simple “slide” program summarizing the software’s features and benefits. Carol stood beside him, commenting on each screen.

Suddenly, an image appeared that had nothing to do with corporate software. It was a color photo of a woman in a black bra and red panties, with one hand slipping into her underwear and fingers buried in her pubic hair, clearly masturbating. Her eyes were closed, her visible breasts flushed, fingers wet and gleaming.

Bob’s breath caught in his throat as his erection returned more forcefully than ever.

“What…,” he began, then looked at Carol, back at the photo, then at Carol again. There was no doubt about the face.

“Yes, that’s me,” Carol said while rummaging in her pocket, “and since you seemed so… interested earlier, I thought you’d enjoy the photo. And these come included.”

She pulled a pair of red panties from her pocket, wafted them under Bob’s nose, and placed them in his hands. This time he recognized the musky scent, and now knew its source.

“I assume the door has a lock? Don’t get up,” she continued. “I don’t think you want the secretaries discovering your… little problem.”

She walked slowly to the door, closed it, and turned the key.

“Now,” she said, “since you’ve seen so much of me, I’d like to see what you’ve been trying to hide down there.”

Carol approached Bob and placed a hand on his groin.

“Will you do it, or shall I?” she smiled.

Bob stood up, unbuckled his belt, opened his zipper, and dropped his pants. Then he pulled down his underwear, his cock snapping heavily against his stomach as it freed itself from the waistband.

Carol stroked his shaft with the panties, her breathing growing heavier as she watched it throb.

“Cute,” she said. “Why don’t you put them on and see how they feel?”

Bob blushed but couldn’t deny the excitement her words provoked.

He sat down, removed his shoes and socks, stepped out of his pants, and pulled on the red panties. They were ludicrously tight, containing his balls but only a couple inches of his cock.

Carol moved closer and cradled his silk-wrapped testicles, weighing them in her hand. She pinched the purple tip with her thumb, then wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him fiercely.

Their tongues dueled as she rubbed her skirt against him, grinding to feel his arousal. She pushed Bob into the chair and spread his legs, knelt down, and blew on him - warm, humid air brushing against his throbbing flesh - inhaling his scent.

“Let Carol show you how to maximize your potential,” she murmured, wrapping ruby-red lips around the tip.

Bob writhed as she slowly moved her mouth, trapping his cock between her ridged palate and scraping tongue. He gripped the armrests when Carol quickened her pace, alternating movements and occasionally pulling off with a wet “pop!” before swallowing him again.

Soon - too soon - he felt the tension in his balls, and when she caressed them through the silk, it was the final straw.

“Aargghh!” “Urrrggg!” “Ummffff!”

Bob groaned through clenched teeth as he thrust his hips, Carol’s mouth and throat draining him dry. His heart pounded, the air suddenly cold as Carol cleaned him with her tongue, doing something to his cock and balls.

She rose and gave him a devilish smile, flicking the tip of her tongue.