You stutter. "My...performance review?" You gulp. "Now?"
"Yes, now," she says, and lifts her leg to cross it over the other. This is not fair. From your vantage point, you can just see the top of one of her stockings. You try so hard to maintain eye contact with her, but your eyes cannot help it. They are drawn to travel up the length of that long, smooth leg to the stocking top barely visible. This is your fantasy, the one that keeps your cock hard and your hand busy on it every single night.
"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" she trills quietly.
"No, boss," you reply.