When she slid off her desk, her stockings made a loud, slick noise as her thighs uncrossed. She walked slowly, provocatively, to the coffee-maker. She could feel his eyes on her back burning into her. Then she heard him go into his own office, but this time he didn't close the door. She filled the coffee cup and stirred it, as she had promised, with her finger. Then she sashayed into his office.

Catch was sitting behind his desk watching her as she came toward him. She set the coffee cup down in front of him. As she picked it up, their hands brushed and an electric shock ran through their bodies. He drained the coffee.

"Perfect, as always, Amanda, but coffee isn't what I really want this morning."

"No?" she asked, knowingly.

"You, Amanda," he said, getting up and coming around his desk. "It's always been you. You must know that. You must feel it. Here. Feel it." He took her hand in his and guided it down to his crotch. His cock was huge and was throbbing like a jack hammer. "It's beating faster than my heart, Amanda."

"Why, Catch, I…"

"Eyes, what marvelous eyes," he said, as he clamped his perfect white teeth down over the top of her frames and pulled them off. He deftly caught them with his bare hand and tossed them into the chair. "Rose colored lenses aren't meant for people like us, Amanda. We know what we want, don't we?"

"Why, Mr. Callahan-Catch, have you been drinking?"

"Drinking? No! But drunk, yes. Drunk with lust! I have an aching, burning need for you, Amanda. A man's need for a woman. I want to stick my pulsating prick into your quivering slit."

"Oh, Catch," she sighed.

"It is quivering, isn't it, Amanda?" He ran his giant hand down over the front of her body and pressed the palm of it against her vagina. He could feel the heat burning through her dress and a certain twitching movement. "It is quivering."