In the dimly-lit room, Lola sat nervously across from her potential employer. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her tight, black dress as he perused her resume once more. Suddenly, he set it aside and stood, rounding the desk. Her heart raced as he towered over her, their bodies mere inches apart.
"You know," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear, "You're not just here for a job interview." His hand traced slowly up her thigh, causing her breath to hitch. Tears filled her eyes as she felt his fingers brush against the lace of her panties.
"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. He pulled back slightly to look into her pleading eyes, his own glinting with hunger. With a soft grunt, he pulled her onto the desk and began his possession of her body, lost in the primal desire that consumed them both.
