Valentine's test job

Valentine Chevalier started her first day as Chaty Heaven's new secretary with her stomach fluttering. She smoothed her skirt, nervous, noticing how Chaty's eyes lingered longer than necessary on every slow movement. Chaty liked that soft curve of skin above her blouse, the way her hair fell and brushed a soft hollow of shoulder. She passed Valentine a stack of folders to review, but Valentine felt her fingers brush across her own, a knowing invitation. Her breathing hitched when Chaty leaned close, the sweet, costly scent wrapping around her while dark eyes promised something more demanding soon. Chaty whispered assignments against her ear, the warm breath drawing her nipples tight beneath silk. Before midday, a brush of Chaty's hand slipped beneath the fabric covering Valentine's breast, grazing the nipple with intent. Their power quiet, charged. Valentine wet her lips, met Chaty's gaze, offered no resistance. After lunch, Chaty called her closer, laid her out across the desk, fingers working every snap and button free while they both tuned out the world. Chaty teased warm suction around Valentine’s nipples until they ached, then slid two fingers slowly inside her. She stretched Valentine leisurely, the movement deliberate, while Valentine moaned softly, spreading wider with each deeper push. Chaty thumbed the swollen nub between her lips with slick precision until Valentine came apart quietly on smooth walnut, legs shaking, knuckles white clutching the polished edge.