Caught Staring

"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: Conanedo x Galatea. .. "She scowls as she beams her eyes at you"

"Violet crosses her arms and purses her lips in annoyance, her eyes narrowing at your transparent attempt to deflect her ire." Typing skills? "She scoffs, her voice dripping with incredulity." You think I'm stupid, James? I know exactly why you've been staring at me all day. It's not about my typing, that's for damn sure. "She leans in closer, her face inches from yours, her breath hot on your skin." Listen up, creep. I've had enough of your leering and ogling. It's getting old, and if you don't shape up, I'll make sure HR knows all about your inappropriate behavior. Got it?

"Violet's eyes flash with anger, and she slams her palms on your desk, making you jump." Appreciating the view? "She seethes, her voice low and menacing." You've been "appreciating" my tits for two goddamn years, James. I'm not some piece of ass for you to leer at and fantasize about. I'm a person, with a job and a life, and I won't tolerate your disrespect any longer. "She steps back, her chest heaving with indignation, and fixes you with a cold, hard stare." Here's the deal. If you stop stalking me and leave me the hell alone, I might consider letting you have a quick fuck in the supply closet or something. But it's on my terms, and you wear a condom, or you don't get to touch me at all. Got it?

"Violet's gaze bores into you, her expression a mix of disgust and resignation." I said I would, didn't I? "She spits out the words, her voice bitter." But let's get one thing straight, James. This is not a date, and it's definitely not a sign that I've changed my mind about you. You're still a creep, and I still think you're pathetic. "She tosses her hair over her shoulder, her eyes never leaving yours." But if a quick, dirty fuck in some dingy supply closet is what it takes to get you to leave me alone, then so be it. Just don't expect me to smile or pretend to enjoy it. I'm doing this for my own sanity, not for your pleasure.

"Violet's lips curl into a sneer at your eagerness." Oh, you're so fucking excited, aren't you? "She shakes her head, her black hair swaying." Fine. How about right now, in the printing room? It's not like anyone ever goes in there. "She turns on her heel and stalks off towards the back of the office, expecting you to follow." And remember, James, no funny business. You get in, you get your rocks off, and you get out. I'm not your personal fucktoy, and don't you forget it.

"Violet strides down the dimly lit hallway, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor. She pushes open the door to the printing room and slips inside, the scent of toner and paper dust filling the air." "She spins around to face you, her hands on her hips and a defiant glint in her eye." Well, aren't you a quick learner? "she sneers." Get in here and close the door behind you. And don't even think about trying anything funny, or I'll make sure you regret it. "She leans back against a stack of boxes, her skirt riding up to reveal a sliver of thigh, her legs crossed in a deliberate, provocative pose."

"Violet's gaze flickers to the door for a moment before meeting your eyes again, a flicker of nervousness flashing across her face before she schools her features into a mask of defiance." Fine, lock it if you want. "She shrugs, uncrossing her legs and standing up straight." But don't think this changes anything. I'm still not interested in you, and I still think you're a creep. "She moves closer, her breasts straining against the confines of her shirt, her breath hot on your skin as she leans in to murmur in your ear." Now, are you going to get on with it, or do I need to take matters into my own hands?

"With a sharp click, the door closes and locks behind you, the sound echoing in the small, enclosed space of the printing room. Violet's eyes narrow as she watches you turn back to face her, a smirk playing on her lips." Well, well, looks like the eager little creep is ready to pounce. "She steps closer, her heels clicking on the floor, the scent of her perfume filling your nostrils." Let's get this over with, shall we? "She reaches for the hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it to reveal a pair of black lace panties, the fabric damp with arousal."

"Violet's smirk falters for a moment at your words, and she quickly regains her composure, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger." Of course I'm wet, you idiot. "She snaps, her voice dripping with venom." My body's reacting to something, and it's not your pathetic attempts at flirting. "She steps even closer, her breasts pressing against your chest as she reaches up to grab your tie, yanking you down into a rough, punishing kiss."

"Your lips crash against Violet's in a fierce, aggressive kiss, your tongues tangling as you grind your erection against her thigh. Violet's initial resistance melts away, and she moans into your mouth, her hands fisting in your shirt." "Breaking the kiss, she gasps for air, her chest heaving as she looks up at you with a mix of desire and loathing in her eyes." Fuck, James, you're such a cocky little shit. "She spits the words out, even as she reaches down to unzip your pants, her fingers deftly freeing your throbbing cock."

"Violet's eyes flash with anger at your taunt, but she doesn't deny it. Instead, she grips your cock firmly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head as she positions herself." Enjoying it? "She sneers, her voice thick with lust." I suppose you could say that. But don't get any delusions, James. This is just a means to an end. A way to get you off my case. "With that, she sinks down onto your length, her tight, wet heat enveloping you in one swift motion. She stills for a moment, her breath hitching as she adjusts to the intrusion." Fuck, you're big, "she gasps, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and discomfort." Now get moving before I change my mind.

"Violet's expression turns icy, her eyes flashing with defiance as she begins to rock her hips, grinding against you with a purposeful intensity." Change my mind? "She scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain." Don't flatter yourself, James. I'm only doing this because it's the quickest way to shut you up and get you out of my life. "Despite her words, her body betrays her, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if she's trying to outrun the pleasure building within her."

"Violet's eyes widen in shock at your words, her movements stuttering for a moment before she regains her composure. She glares up at you, her face a mask of anger and betrayal." How dare you, "she hisses, her voice trembling with rage." You think you know me so well, don't you? Well, you don't. You're just a selfish, arrogant asshole who can't take a hint. "She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers." But since you seem so determined to read between the lines, let me spell it out for you, James. I want you to fuck me hard and fast, and then get the hell out of my life. That's it. Anything more, and you're dead to me. Got it?

"Violet nods curtly, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and reluctant desire. She starts to move again, her hips grinding against yours with renewed vigor, her breasts bouncing with each forceful stroke." That's it, "she gasps, her voice strained with pleasure." Fuck me like you mean it. Show me what you're really made of, James. "Her words are laced with a hint of challenge, a dare to push her further, to take her to the edge and beyond. She's relinquishing control, submitting to your touch, but only on her own terms."

"With a growl of primal desire, you grip Violet's hips, your fingers digging into her skin as you begin to piston in and out of her with ruthless intensity. The printing room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your heavy breathing, and Violet's sharp cries of pleasure." "You can feel her walls clenching around you, her body responding to your rough treatment, milking your cock with each deep thrust. Her head falls back, her dark hair cascading down her back as she loses herself in the sensation."

"Your hips snap forward with brutal force, slamming into Violet's with a loud thud that echoes off the metal shelves. She cries out, her voice a high, keening wail of pleasure and pain, her nails raking down your back as she arches into the brutal penetration." Fuck, yes, "she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head." Harder, James. Fuck me harder! "Her words are a desperate plea, a surrender to the intense, overwhelming sensation of your cock pounding into her. She's lost in the moment, consumed by the raw, primal need for release."

"Violet's eyes flash with a wild, feral hunger as she nods, her chest heaving with ragged breaths." Yes, fuck yes, "she moans, her voice a hoarse, desperate whisper." Give it to me. Make me forget my own name. "She wraps her legs around your waist, locking her ankles behind your back as she pulls you in even deeper, her hips meeting your thrusts with a frantic, reckless abandon."

"With a roar of primal fury, you slam into Violet again, your hips crashing against hers with a force that sends shockwaves through your entire body. She screams, her voice a raw, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure." "Her body spasms around you, her inner walls fluttering and clenching as she teeters on the edge of climax. You can feel her tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring about to snap." Come on, Violet, "you grunt, your voice strained with effort." Let go. I want to feel you come apart on my cock.

"Violet's eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the waves of pleasure crash over her. Her body convulses, her back arching off the table as she clings to you desperately, her nails digging into your skin." "Her pussy clenches around you like a vice, milking your cock as she rides out the intense orgasm, her juices flooding your shaft and dripping down your balls."

"Panting and trembling, Violet slumps against you, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her climax. She looks up at you with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion, her eyes glinting with a subtle, triumphant glow." Well, "she drawls, her voice husky with post-orgasmic languor," I suppose that was...adequate. You can get out now, James. "Despite her words, there's a hint of something else in her tone, a note of...not quite satisfaction, but perhaps a begrudging acknowledgment of your prowess. She's not ready to admit it, but she's not entirely displeased with the outcome either."

"Violet rolls her eyes, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she disentangles herself from you." Don't get too full of yourself, James, "she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm." You still managed to be a creep, even if you did put on a decent show. "She straightens her skirt, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she begins to gather her things." Remember, this was a one-time deal. Don't go thinking we're starting some kind of thing. I still think you're a disgusting, arrogant ass, and I'm only tolerating you because it's convenient.

"Violet's gaze flickers to you, a flicker of something almost like...curiosity in her eyes." Convenient is as convenient does, "she says, her voice cool and detached." You're a means to an end, James. A way to shut you up and get you off my back. Nothing more, nothing less. "She finishes packing her things, her movements precise and efficient." Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual work to do. And you? I suggest you get back to your desk before someone wonders what you've been up to all this time.

"Violet's eyes narrow, a hint of unease flickering across her face at your words. She quickly schools her expression, but not before you catch the glimpse of vulnerability." Oh, really? "she scoffs, her voice laced with a brittle confidence." And what makes you think that, hmm? Your ego getting the better of you again? "She steps closer, her body tense with a mix of anger and something else, something more primal." Listen up, James, "her voice drops to a dangerous whisper." I don't care what you think you saw or felt in that printing room. It was just a fuck, nothing more. And it won't happen again. Got it?

"Violet's eyes flash with a mix of fury and frustration, her face reddening as she slams her bag onto the table." You're delusional, James, "she spits, her voice trembling with barely contained rage." I don't know what twisted fantasy you're living in, but it's not reality. "She takes a step back, her chest heaving as she tries to regain control of her emotions." I used you for a quick fuck, and that's it. Don't read anything more into it than that. I'm not interested in you, and I never will be. So just drop it, before I lose my patience entirely.

"Violet's eyes widen in shock, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles to find the right words in response to your bold declaration. For a moment, she looks lost, vulnerable, and unsure of how to proceed." You...you can't be serious, "she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper." This isn't some romantic comedy where the two leads fall in love after a quick roll in the hay. This is real life, James. And in real life, I don't want you. Never did, never will. "She takes a deep breath, composing herself once more as she squares her shoulders and looks you dead in the eye." So either get over yourself and move on, or I'll make sure HR knows exactly what kind of harassment you've been pulling. The choice is yours.

"Violet's eyes flicker, a telltale blush creeping up her neck as she tries to maintain her icy composure. But your words have struck a nerve, and for a moment, her facade cracks, revealing a glimmer of something deeper, more complex beneath the surface." That's...that's just my natural instinct to defend myself, "she stammers, her voice wavering slightly." You're still a creep, James, and I'll never change my mind about that. "She takes a step back, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she tries to regain control of the situation." Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested. So either drop it or face the consequences. Your choice.