Lady Boss: Working Remotely

Serene Siren has fucked her secretary on her office desk for months now. The affair stays private even after Kenna married her clueless husband. Now the company moved everyone online, and Serene refuses to go without. On their daily video call Kenna struggles to look composed while Siren toys with her. The tight blouses unbutton, the skirt hitches up; she tries to stay professional, but her nipples show through sheer fabric. The silence snaps when Kenna hears her husband’s voice down the hall. She mutes, apologizes, and dashes off. Moments later she rings back, flushed, explaining she sent him on a wild-goose chase for toilet paper. With the coast finally clear she stands, unclasps her bra, lets it fall. Serene’s eyes darken. She slides a hand under her own blouse, fingers working her cunt as she watches the screen. A sudden knock sends Kenna scrambling. She kills the camera. Siren stares at the blank frame, jaw tight, and finally ends the call herself. Kenna returns draped in a terry robe. Siren’s voice cuts sharp. She reminds Kenna this is still business hours. Kenna ducks her head, promises it won’t happen again. A small smile creeps across her face; she knows the jealousy that’s really eating her boss. Kenna slips the robe off one shoulder, then the other, baring herself completely again. Serene’s tongue flicks across her lower lip. A grin replaces the scowl. “Tell me what you want, Ms. Siren.” Serene’s smile widens. She likes when the shy girl remembers who’s in charge—even if the only hands on her right now are miles away.