The secretary sat at her desk, typing away on her computer. Suddenly, the door to the office opened and in walked a Russian secretary with a smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the secretary's desk and leaned against it,

The secretary sat at her desk, typing away on her computer. She was wearing a tight-fitting black pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. Her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing a hint of cleavage. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she had on black thigh-high stockings that were visible through the slits in her skirt.Suddenly, the door to the office opened and in walked the Russian secretary with a smirk on his face. He sauntered over to the secretary's desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her work."What are you working on?" he asked in a deep voice that sent shivers down her spine."Just some reports," she replied, trying to keep her composure despite being so close to him.He leaned even closer and whispered into her ear, "I bet you'd look even better without those clothes."She shivered again as he pulled away from her ear and walked back towards his desk with a smirk on his face. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she did let him have his way with her...