Vicky Vette, a confident and ambitious executive assistant, struts into her boss's office with a sassy smirk. She knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. Her boss, a middle-aged man with a bit of a potbelly and receding hairline, sits at his desk, typing away on his computer.
Vicky clears her throat, waiting for her boss to look up. When he finally does, she's standing right in front of him, chest practically thrust out. "You called for me, sir?" She asks, her voice dripping with suggestiveness.
Their eyes lock for a moment before Vicky finally breaks the gaze and saunters over to her boss's desk. She leans over, exposing her ample cleavage and shakes her ass suggestively as she reaches for a file cabinet drawer.
