The alarm clock rings at 6am - there's no time for breakfast. You rish out into the morning rain and drenched, you squeeze on to a crowded tube. Walking towards the soaring glass skyscraper you know the day ahead will be long and hard. Yes, working in the city can be painful... or is it painfully erotic? Every morning, the handsome stud behind the front desk greets you with his alluring smile. In your mind you imagine reaching over the desk, grabbing him by the tie to find out what's concealed beneath the stiff collar of his pristine white shirt. The powerful Director, in his flawlessly tailored suit emphasising his masculine physique, asks you to stay after hours for a private meeting. Will he force you to submit to his will as he rips open your shirt and pins you to his desk? Your handsome co-worker sits at his desk and as you steal secret glances at his tight fitting trousers you wonder... is he single? Married? Would he let you touch him? What is he thinking? Does he share the same guilty fantasies, the same secret pleasures? ... these private, Executive Pleasures.