I am the Personal Assistant, one of your little perks!
It wasn’t just my words per minute that landed me the job,
But my interpersonal skills and how I make it throb
I catch those lustful gazes, naughty glimpses – as well you might,
Am I wearing hold-ups, or is it a day for tights?
My mind, it tries to focus, but I glance towards the clock,
When I should be working, I think about that cock
I’m waiting for the sign, “Take a letter, Miss Jones,” you say,
I know that’s the signal, that you want to watch me play
Now you’ve got me horny, it’s too late to change your mind,
I’m undoing my top button, I’m going to take my time
I move a little closer, brazenly perch myself on your desk,
I want you, to feel the heat, to have a whiff of sex
A wiggle, a shimmy, a flash of ass, my bra falls to the floor,
I turn it on, just for you – make you beg for more
Just my pantyhose, between my privacy and your lurid gaze,
I lean back and think of England as my mind becomes a haze
My fingers search, beneath the nylon, my pussy so hot and wet
I finger myself, masturbate for you – what the boss wants he gets
