Lloyd entered his office only to find it empty.

Confused, he sat down at his desk, pausing to study the resume Mrs. Dowd had given him.

Suddenly, hands reached out from under the desk and unzipped his fly.

Before Lloyd could respond, soft fingers pulled his cock from his shorts and squeezed. He didn't know if it was the audacity of the act, or the talent of the woman under his desk, but Lloyd was painfully hard. As a soft mouth closed around his cock, he gripped the edge of the desk, surprised the wood didn't shatter under his clenching fingers.

"You have to stop--," he began, his speech ending on a groan as the woman took him deep into her throat, massaging the base of his cock with her strong tongue.

There were many things a man could refuse, but as Lloyd gasped and shuddered under that knowing tongue, he knew a blowjob wasn't one of them.

He came quickly, violently, shuddering as that naughty mouth drained him of all the come he had.

That mouth licked him clean, and then soft fingers readjusted his clothing.

Lloyd moved away from the desk.

What emerged from beneath it was a blonde with miles of leg, full, pouty lips, and the most magnificent breasts he'd ever seen.

"That's my resume," she said with a knowing smile. "Do you know who I am?"

"You're my new secretary."