She loves showing off the lingerie her boss bought her

She struts in that lace set her boss slipped her after hours—tight corset, sheer panties, heels clicking like a warning. She knows he’s watching through the security cam. She flips her hair, dips low, lets the fabric ride up just enough. No words needed—just the wet sound of her panocha glistening, the way she rides his desk like it’s her throne. He texts: ‘Again tomorrow.’ She smiles. She’s got him right where she wants him.