Office Seduction Deal

"Its just a normal day at the office and you are looking at your favourite hot coworker from across the room. She's as gorgeous as ever. Dark hair with purple makeup, short office skirt, smelling of lavender, and you favourite bit of her is that her boobs are too big for her shirt most days and that you can see her cleavage in between. You really cant get enough of her. You look up from her boobs and see her looking directly back at you with a sour scowl across her face. Welp. its not like she hasnt caught you staring at her a hundred times before." "Violet gets up from her desk and brisks over towards you" You: Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck "You mutter to yourself and pretend to get back to work and pretent that you dont know she's coming for you" Violet: Este .. "She scowls as she beams her eyes at you"

"Violet crosses her arms and leans against your desk, a scowl on her face" Oh really? Discuss the Smith account now, huh? "She rolls her eyes" You're really going to pretend like you didn't just stare at my tits like a creep for the last hour? "Her voice rises in annoyance, eyes narrowing as she glares at you" Listen up, David. I've had it with your constant ogling. I've reported you for harassment before and it got fucking ignored. So here's the deal - either you knock it the fuck off and stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat, or... "She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear" ...or we find another way for you to get over your pathetic crush. "She steps back, arms still crossed, waiting for your response with an unimpressed look"

"Violet smirks, a wicked glint in her eye as she leans in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial" Oh, you know exactly what I mean, David. I'm not stupid. I know you've been fantasizing about me for years. So here's the deal - if you want to stop stalking me with your eyes, you're going to have to act on those fantasies. "She straightens up, a challenging look on her face" But here's the catch - it's going to be one and done. You fuck me, and then you fucking forget about me. No more lingering looks, no more stupid compliments, nothing. I don't want to see your pathetic face around me again after this. "She pauses, studying you for a reaction before continuing" And let's be clear - this is purely for your benefit. I'm doing this to get you off my back, not because I actually want you. So if you agree, we'll head to the printing room right now and get this over with. But if you back out... "She trails off, leaving the threat implied"

"Violet's smirk widens as she nods, leading the way to the printing room" Good boy, David. You won't regret this... much. "She opens the door and steps inside, motioning for you to follow" Lock the door behind you. "Once you're both inside, she turns to face you, her expression serious" Alright, let's get this over with. Strip. "She watches intently as you remove your clothes, her eyes roaming over your body with a clinical detachment" Not bad, I suppose. Now get on your knees. "Violet drops to her own knees in front of you, pulling down her skirt and black panties to reveal her bare pussy" Make it quick. I don't have all day. "She grabs your cock, guiding it towards her entrance and looking up at you expectantly"

"Violet's eyes flash with annoyance as she glares up at you" Oh, for fuck's sake, David. You're not here for a romantic evening, remember? Just get it in already. "She spreads her legs wider, the head of your cock pressing against her slick entrance" If you make me wait much longer, I'll get up and leave. And trust me, you don't want that. "She grips your hips, trying to urge you forward" Just fuck me already, you clumsy oaf. I need to get this over with so I can get back to work.

"Violet lets out a low groan as you plunge into her, her walls clenching around your invading cock" Fuck, David... you're not exactly gentle, are you? "She starts to rock her hips back against you, meeting your thrusts with a mix of reluctance and begrudging pleasure" Just try not to break me, okay? I didn't sign up for a maritalaid workout. "Her hands grip your ass, guiding you deeper as she fights to ignore the spark of arousal igniting within her" Stop staring at me, you pervert. Focus on fucking me like the desperate little slut I am right now. "Violet's words are laced with venom, but there's no denying the way her body responds to your touch, her pussy tightening around you with each deep stroke"

"Violet's eyes narrow, but she bites back a retort, instead focusing on the increasingly intense sensations coursing through her body" Fine, enjoy it yourself then, you smug asshole. "She meets your thrusts with growing abandon, her hips bucking back to take you even deeper" Just... fuck... don't make me cum, okay? I don't want to admit that this is even remotely pleasurable. "Despite her protests, Violet's breathing grows heavier, her nails digging into your skin as she chases the edge of orgasm" Shit, David... you're really good at this, aren't you? Damn you...

"Violet's eyes widen in shock as she feels the pressure building, her walls fluttering around your cock" No, no, no! I won't, I can't... "But it's too late, the orgasm crashes over her, her body convulsing as she cries out in defeat" Fuck, David! I'm cumming! "Her pussy clenches around you, milking your cock as wave after wave of pleasure wracks through her" Shit, shit, shit... this is so humiliating... "Violet's face contorts in a mix of pleasure and shame as she rides out her climax, her body still trembling from the intensity" Just... get it over with, already...

"Violet's eyes roll back as she feels your hot seed flooding her insides, her body still quivering from her own orgasm" Ugh, that's it? That's all you've got? "She tries to push you away as you soften inside her, her expression a mix of disgust and residual arousal" Congratulations, you managed to blow your load in record time. Now get off me. "Violet stands up, pulling her skirt back down and smoothing out her clothes as if nothing just happened" Don't think this changes anything, David. I still think you're a creep, and I don't want to see your face around here again. "She turns to leave, but pauses at the door, looking back at you with a warning glare" And don't even think about coming to me again for another "session". Once was more than enough.

"Violet shoots you a withering look, her expression a perfect blend of annoyance and disgust" Satisfied? Are you fucking kidding me? I just let a guy I can't stand fuck me in a supply closet, and you're asking if I'm satisfied? "She scoffs, rolling her eyes" I'd be thrilled if I could forget this ever happened. But since you're so keen on rubbing it in, I'll say it again - this was a one-time deal, David. Don't get any ideas about a repeat performance. "Violet opens the door, stepping out into the hallway and glancing back at you with a scowl" Now if you'll excuse me, I have actual work to do. Don't keep me waiting if you need to clean up. "With that, she stalks off, leaving you alone in the printing room with the lingering echoes of your awkward, forced encounter"

"Violet stops in her tracks, spinning around to face you with a glare that could freeze molten lava" Oh, I'm not walking away with my head held high, you dimwit. I'm walking away because I need to get the taste of your pathetic cum out of my mouth. "She steps closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper" And don't you dare think for a second that this changes anything between us. I still think you're a disgusting, perverted creep who can't keep his eyes or hands to himself. This was a necessary evil, nothing more. "Violet's eyes flash with anger as she continues" So go ahead and clean yourself up. Wash that vile seed out of your balls and try to forget that you ever laid a finger on me. Because the moment you step foot in this office again, I'll make sure HR knows exactly what kind of sicko they've got working here. Got it?

"Violet narrows her eyes, as if daring you to defy her threat" Good. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind about reporting you. "She turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you alone in the hallway with a sense of unease and lingering arousal"

"Violet's skirt sways enticingly with each step, the black fabric hugging her curves in a way that's both provocative and infuriating. She can practically feel your eyes on her, even from behind, and it only fuels her anger." "As she rounds the corner, Violet glances back over her shoulder, catching you staring. Her expression hardens, and she gives you a cold, warning look before disappearing from view." "The encounter may be over, but it's clear that this isn't the last you've seen of Violet's wrath. She'll be keeping a close eye on you from now on, making sure you don't get any ideas about crossing that line again."

"Violet's mind is already racing with ways to ensure David doesn't cross her again. She's determined to make good on her threat, even if it means going to HR and making a huge scene." "As she walks back to her desk, Violet can't help but wonder if David will actually take her warnings seriously. Part of her hopes he won't, just so she can prove how serious she is when she follows through." "But another part of her, the part that's still reeling from the unexpected pleasure of their encounter, can't help but feel a twinge of regret. Maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have agreed to that... but it's too late now. All she can do is hope that David takes her threats seriously and leaves her alone from now on."

"Violet's jaw clenches as she ponders the question. She's not the type to back down from a threat, especially when it comes to protecting herself from creeps like David." "But as she sits at her desk, replaying the events of the printing room in her mind, Violet can't shake the nagging feeling that reporting him again might not be the smartest move. HR already let him off with a slap on the wrist last time... what makes her think they'll take her seriously this time around?" "Violet's gaze flicks up to the clock, watching the seconds tick by. She knows she needs to make up her mind soon, before she loses her nerve. But as she stares at her computer screen, Violet can't help but wonder... is it really worth the hassle?"

"Violet's mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she weighs her options. On one hand, reporting David again would be a clear statement of her boundaries and a warning to others that this kind of behavior won't be tolerated. It's the right thing to do, even if it's uncomfortable." "On the other hand, the memory of their encounter in the printing room still lingers, a forbidden thrill that she can't quite ignore. Part of her wonders if maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to make it work - as long as he remembers his place and doesn't get any delusions of romance." "But the rational part of Violet's brain knows that's a recipe for disaster. She can't let her hormones cloud her judgment. With a heavy sigh, she makes her decision and reaches for her phone, intending to send an email to HR with all the details..."

"As Violet's fingers hover over the keyboard, she hesitates. The words she's about to type could change everything - her work life, her reputation, even her relationships with her colleagues." "But as she presses down on the first key, a sudden surge of doubt washes over her. Is reporting David really the best solution? Will it truly make him leave her alone, or will it just make him more determined to prove his obsession?" "Violet's mind races as she deletes the email and starts again from scratch, this time crafting a message that's more measured, more strategic. She'll threaten to report him, yes, but she'll also make it clear that she's willing to work with HR to find a solution - as long as it doesn't involve her having to deal with him directly." "With a deep breath, Violet hits send and sets her phone aside, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach. Whatever happens next, she knows it won't be easy."

"Violet's eyes flick up from her computer screen, a shiver running down her spine at the familiar, unsettling tone of David's voice. She could feel his gaze on her, even from this distance, and it made her skin crawl." "With a tight smile, Violet turns to face him, her expression a mask of indifference despite the unease churning in her gut." Oh, I'm well aware of that, David. You've made it quite clear that you enjoy watching me. "She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive posture." So tell me, what's the point of this little display? Are you trying to intimidate me or simply rub your 'victory' in my face? "Violet's voice is cold, her eyes never leaving David's as she waits for his response. She knows he's enjoying this, reveling in the power he has over her, but she refuses to let him see how much he's getting under her skin."

"Violet's eyes narrow, a flash of anger burning in their depths as she processes David's words." Our little arrangement? Is that what you call it, when you cornered me and forced me into a moment of weakness? "She stands up, walking around her desk to face him directly, her height and presence imposing." Let me remind you, David - that was a one-time deal, and it was only to shut you up. It doesn't mean I want anything more from you or that I've changed my opinion of you. "Violet's voice is low and even, but there's a warning edge to it." So don't go thinking you've got some kind of claim on me or that our 'arrangement' gives you the right to keep watching me or making creepy comments. It doesn't, and I won't tolerate it. "She looks him dead in the eye, her expression unyielding." Understand?

"Violet's jaw clenches at the accusation, her eyes flashing with indignation." Excuse me? I didn't use you for anything, David. I did what I had to do to protect myself from your constant harassment. That's not the same as wanting you or needing you. "She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper." And as for discarding you... don't flatter yourself. You're not even on my radar anymore. I've got better things to worry about than your pathetic crush or your juvenile attempts to get under my skin. "Violet's gaze pierces through him, her expression cold and unyielding." So go ahead and keep watching me, keep making your little comments. It's all just noise to me now. I've moved on, David. You should too.

"Violet scoffs, rolling her eyes at the notion." Hurt you? David, you've made it abundantly clear that your feelings for me are nothing more than a twisted fantasy. The only one getting hurt here is your bruised ego, and that's on you. "She crosses her arms, her stance relaxed but unyielding." Look, I've said it before and I'll say it again - I don't want you. Not in the way you think, anyway. So stop projecting your own desires onto me and accept that our encounter in the printing room was a one-time thing. "Violet's voice is firm, her message clear." Move on, David. Find someone else to obsess over. Because I'm done being the object of your creepy fixation.

"Violet's expression turns incredulous." Expert? Hardly. But I've had a front-row seat to your pathetic displays of 'affection' for two years now. It's not exactly rocket science to figure out that you're obsessed with me in a way that's unhealthy and unwanted. "She leans in closer, her voice taking on a condescending tone." I'm not an expert, David. I'm just a woman who's tried to ignore your advances and move on with her life. But since you seem so desperate to prove your own feelings, let me spell it out for you: I don't want you. I never have, and I never will. "Violet pulls back, her eyes cold and unyielding." So either accept that and leave me alone, or continue to embarrass yourself with your futile attempts to get my attention. The choice is yours. But know this - I won't change my mind, no matter how hard you try to make me.

"Violet's eyes narrow, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice." Saying what, exactly? That I don't want you? That I find your constant ogling and creepy comments repulsive? That I've had enough of your pathetic attempts to get in my pants? "She takes a step closer, her face inches from David's." I'm not playing games with you, David. I'm telling you the truth. And if you can't accept that, then maybe you need to take a long, hard look in the mirror and figure out why you can't leave me alone. "Violet's breath is hot against his skin, her words dripping with venom." So don't try to psychoanalyze me or turn this around on me. I'm not the one with the issues here. You are. And until you get that through your thick skull, we're never going to be anything more than coworkers with a nasty history.

"Violet's face twists in disgust at the suggestion." A shrink? Please. I'm just calling it like it is. You're the one who can't seem to get it through your head that I don't want you, no matter how many times I say it. "She steps back, her arms crossing over her chest in a defensive posture." Look, David, I'm not here to analyze your psyche or figure out why you're so fixated on me. That's your problem to deal with, not mine. "Violet's voice is cold, her eyes hard as stone." All I care about is getting you to leave me alone. I've made that clear, time and time again. So either you start taking my words seriously and back off, or we're going to have a much bigger problem on our hands. And trust me, neither of us wants that.

"Violet's eyes flash with anger, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." A taste of me? Oh, how original. You think you can just sample the merchandise and then demand a full meal? "She steps closer, her voice low and menacing." Newsflash, David - I'm not a delicacy for you to savor. I'm a person with boundaries, and you just crossed every single one of them. "Violet's face is inches from his, her breath hot against his skin." You want more? You want to play a game of cat and mouse, where you stalk me and harass me and try to manipulate me into giving in to your desires? "Her words drip with disdain." Well, let me tell you something, David - I'm not your plaything. I'm not some conquest to be won or a challenge to be overcome. I'm a woman who knows what she wants, and right now, I want you to leave me the fuck alone. "Violet's eyes bore into his, her gaze unyielding." So you can keep fantasizing all you want, but I won't be a part of it. Not now, not ever. Got it?

"Violet's eyes widen at David's declaration, a shiver of fear running down her spine. She's seen this side of him before, the single-minded determination that borders on obsession." "Her voice is steady, but there's a tremor beneath the surface." Until you get what you want, huh? And what exactly is that, David? My body? My submission? My love? "She laughs, a harsh, bitter sound." You really are delusional, aren't you? I'll never give you what you want, no matter how hard you try to take it. "Violet's gaze is fierce, her resolve unshakable." You can keep stalking me, keep making your threats, but at the end of the day, I'm still in control here. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself from your twisted desires. "Her words are a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down in defiance of David's relentless pursuit." So bring it on, David. Show me what you're really made of. Because I promise you, I'm not going down without a fight.