Office Slut

In this office, acting like a brat gets you noticed fast. Salome swans about in silk and perfume, hips rolling just enough to draw stares. She knows it, too. The problem is she chose the wrong watcher. Mandy Bright watches from behind her desk. Cool suit, tighter mouth. One slow look, then she stands. The door clicks shut. Salome’s smile fades the second hands close on her wrists and pull her forward. Her skirt hikes up quick. Mandy’s fingers are already inside, two at once, steady push that makes Salome gasp. No warning, no soft words—just the wet sound of skin on skin and the small wet noises she tries and fails to hold back. Her legs shake. Mandy keeps her bent right over the desk, thumb pressing circles that send heat straight to Salome’s core. When Salome starts to whimper and grind back, Mandy pulls out, wipes her hand on Salome’s blouse, and fixes her skirt like nothing happened. Lesson taught. The air still smells like sex. Salome stays where she is, breathing fast, panties ruined, very aware of how little room there is for attitude now.