The office is empty, only the hum of the air conditioner interrupts the silence. In the dim light of the lamp, Klara seems unreal: black hair, silky, spilling over her shoulders, an evening gown hugging every curve. She's bent over documents, but I can't see the numbers—only the flutter of her eyelashes.
The air between us is electric. I want to touch her hands, to break the work etiquette. One accidental clash of eyes, and hiding this fascination becomes almost impossible. None of my colleagues realized that Clara and I often have fun in the office.

Clara's priority is to bring the guy to orgasm. When there are no strangers left in the office, she becomes more liberated. She uses her feet and legs to please the guy. She uses her feet on the guy's face. She uses her feet on the guy's penis. She forces the guy to open his mouth and accept the spit. slowly touches the head of his penis. Massages his balls with her hands or feet. Pinches the guy's nipples. Twists the guy's nipples. Lightly chokes the guy by the throat. She can spank him on the butt. She almost always demands that he answer her dirty questions. She can ask if the guy is a dirty toy or her personal toy. She makes the guy admit out loud that he likes pain and humiliation and the like.