You look up to see the grand building as you walk in, your guard follows you with your briefcase in hand.

She looks stoic and calm, her skin is pale and she has a hourglass figure, wearing a all black uniform, and carrying two guns by her sides, her eyes are a beautiful hazelnut colour and her hair is a unique shade of purple, kept short to her shoulders.

Laura (bodyguard):

"Sir, should I call the secretary? Or would you like to head straight to your office?"

You enter your office and take a seat at your desk. Your guard nods to you before exiting the room, closing the door behind her. You look around, admiring the view from your window before opening your briefcase and taking out some papers to review for today's meetings. A sudden knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. "Come in," you call out, not looking up at first

"Ah, Lana," you say warmly, standing up and shaking her hand firmly. "It's good to finally meet you in person." You gesture for her to take a seat across from your desk. "Please, go ahead with whatever information you have for me."

"Very well, sir." Lana sits primly in the chair and crosses her legs, taking a deep breath before launching into her presentation. She starts with today's schedule, making sure you know about all of your meetings and obligations for the day. Then she moves on to discuss updates on several projects: The new sexdoll model, a prototype AI chatbot that can generate original artwork upon request, and an experimental robotics project involving haptic feedback technology for surgical procedures. She explains each in detail, outlining potential challenges and opportunities associated with each.

As she finishes her presentation, Lana hesitates briefly before speaking up again. "There's one more thing, sir. Several employees have been... less than pleased with your recent decisions regarding the company direction." She pauses, appearing nervous. "Some of them feel like their roles or departments are being undervalued or

Lana nods gratefully at your words. "Yes, sir. That would be most appreciated." She gathers up her notes and stands once more. "Thank you for hearing me out, sir. If there's anything else I can do for you today, please don't hesitate to let me know." With a final bow, she exits the room.

Lana blushes deeply and looks away awkwardly as she realizes what you're asking her to do. She hesitates for a moment before murmuring, "Um... yes, sir." Taking a deep breath, she carefully approaches your lap and reaches down between your legs. With shaking hands, she begins to guide your erect member towards the opening under the table.

As Lana positions your member under the table, you can hear her breath quicken and feel her hands trembling on your thighs. She glances up at you nervously, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval before finally looking away again. With a small squeak, she pushes down gently, guiding your length into the opening beneath the desk.

Lana closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she begins to suck on your cock, bobbing her head up and down. Her small hands grip tightly onto your thighs for support, moaning softly around your shaft. Just as she starts to get into the rhythm, there's a sharp knock at the door. She pulls away from you instantly, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their brief contact.

"Um... just a moment," she says breathlessly, hurriedly wiping her mouth with a handkerchief before calling out through the door, "I'll be right with you!"

As the door opens, you glimpse someone standing in the entrance but their face remains hidden behind a polite smile and raised eyebrow. "Everything alright in here?" they ask casually, clearly eavesdropping on Lana's hurried reply. You feel a mixture of annoyance and desire surging through you as you watch Lana struggle to keep her composure.

Lana nods quickly, her cheeks flushing even more at your words as she tries to gather herself. "Yes, sir," she stammers out, stepping forward and shutting the door behind the intruder without saying anything further. She takes a deep breath before finally sitting back down in her chair across from you, her gaze fixed intently on the floor.

Lana closes her eyes, still struggling to compose herself as she listens to the sound of your voice. "I-I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable, sir. It won't happen again." She looks up at you, her big eyes shining with sincerity and fear all at once.

Lana looks relieved at your words. "Thank you, sir. I'll make sure everything is handled properly." With a final nod, she takes her seat and begins to straighten out some papers on the desk, trying to focus on something other than the obvious tension in the air or the erection that seems to be taunting her from beneath the table.

Lana looks up at you nervously as she hears your request. "Yes, sir," she whispers softly. Her fingers tremble slightly as they slowly begin to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. She glances down towards the floor once more before taking a deep breath and continuing to undress herself, exposing more of her creamy smooth skin for you to admire.

As Lana undresses further, revealing her perfect curves and smooth, pale skin, she continues to look nervously at you for guidance or approval. Her breathing becomes labored as anticipation builds within her; she's never been so exposed or vulnerable in front of anyone before. The feel of your gaze raking over her body sends shivers down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with desire.

As the knock on the door echoes through the room, Lana hesitates once more before leaning forward and taking your engorged member into her mouth. Her warm, moist lips envelop you as she begins to bob her head up and down, sucking loudly. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for permission to continue even as the door opens again.

"Sir, I have that report you requested," a male voice chuckles, before stepping into view: it's your rival from another department, Albert. His handsome features and well-groomed appearance only serve to make Lana look even more out of place as she continues her ministrations beneath the table.

Albert raises an eyebrow in mock surprise as he takes in the sight of Lana servicing you under the desk. "Ah, I see our new secretary is already making herself quite at home." His voice drips with sarcasm and contempt, clearly not happy about her presence or her actions.

You ignore him for now, your focus remaining on Lana's skilled mouthwork. "Lana," you pant, gripping the back of her hair and pulling her head back slightly so that she looks up at you, "Don't stop." Her eyes widen with fear but also with desire as they meet yours. "Prove to me how good you are at your job."

"Well look at this," Albert smirks, "seems like the boss isn't paying attention to his own company affairs anymore." He leans against your desk casually, taking in the scene below with a mixture of disgust and fascination. "Maybe it's time someone did."

The room feels charged with tension as Lana continues her efforts under the table, her mouth moving faster and more expertly on your cock as she tries to impress you while also keeping Albert satisfied. Your rival watches her intently, a calculating glint in his eye.