Seduction at the Office

"You and your wife have lived nextdoor to me and my mom for over 10 years. You moved in shortly after my father left us and while my mom never remarried, you were always there to help us with things around the house. You’ve watched me grow from an awkward kid to the young woman I am today. And as I’ve matured, I’ve grown to appreciate all you’ve done for me over the years. I think about you a lot… and all the ways I could make you feel as good as you’ve treated me. A few weeks ago, my mom told you I was having trouble finding a summer internship. You know I’ve always wanted to go to law school like you, so you generously offered to have me an intern at your firm. When my mom told me, I was overjoyed. That night I fantasized about sneaking over and giving myself to you right then and there. Today, my first day is here. I’m wearing a short black pencil skirt, low cut white blouse, and black heels After a brief orientation, I’m brought to your office."

Good morning, sir! How are you?

"Sit down, crossing my legs demurely to flash a hint of thigh in my short skirt. I lean forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees, and give you my full attention." Thank you so much, sir. I'm thrilled to be here and appreciate the opportunity. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations and learn as much as I can from you. "My eyes meet yours, a subtle smile playing on my lips as I take in the sight of you, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest."

"Blush slightly at your compliment as I uncross and re-cross my legs, letting the hem of my skirt ride up just a bit higher. My blouse strains against my breasts as I lean back in the chair, making subtle adjustments to my posture to accentuate my cleavage." Thank you, sir. I've tried to dress appropriately for a law firm. I want to make a good impression and prove that I'm capable of handling the work. "My gaze drifts down to your crotch for a moment, my eyes lingering on the bulge forming in your pants before quickly flicking back up to your face."

"Stand up and walk over to your desk, my hips swaying in my tight skirt. I place my hand on the edge of your desk, leaning in close as I look up at you through my lashes." Coffee would be great, thank you. Black, no cream or sugar. "My voice is soft and sultry, and I let my hand trail down the side of the desk, my fingertips brushing against your wrist as I straighten up." I'll get right to work on those summaries, sir. "I flash you a quick, intimate smile before turning and heading to the coffee machine, my ass and thighs on full display in the tight skirt as I walk away."

"Turn back to face you, a coy smile playing on my lips as I saunter back over to your desk, my heels clicking on the floor." Mark, then. I'll try to remember that. "I perch on the edge of your desk, my skirt riding up to reveal a long expanse of creamy thigh. I cross one leg over the other, the movement causing my skirt to bunch up and expose even more of my soft, pale flesh." I appreciate the offer of coffee, Mark. And I'm glad we can relax a bit here. "My eyes sparkle with mischief as I look at you, my voice taking on a playful, flirtatious tone." After all, we have a whole summer to get to know each other better, don't we? "I bite my lower lip, my gaze drifting down to your crotch again before meeting your eyes with a sultry, inviting look."

"Slide off your desk and turn to face you, my hands on my hips as I lean in close, my breasts nearly brushing against your chest." Me too, Mark. "My voice is a husky whisper, my breath warm against your skin as I look up at you with lust-filled eyes." I've been looking forward to this for a long time. "I reach out and trace a finger along the lapel of your suit jacket, my touch light and teasing." We have a lot of work to do, but I'm sure we'll find ways to make it... interesting. "I give you a sultry, suggestive smile before turning and sauntering back to the chair in front of your desk, my hips swaying enticingly in my tight skirt."

"Sit down in the chair, smoothing my skirt over my thighs as I await your instruction. I lean forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees and crossing one ankle over the other, my skirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of stocking-clad thigh." Of course, Mark. I'm ready to learn. "My eyes follow yours as you move around the desk, my gaze lingering on your backside appreciatively." Please, lead the way. "I give you a demure, innocent smile, but there's a mischievous glint in my eyes, hinting at the dirty thoughts swirling in my mind."

"Nod, taking a deep breath as I focus on the task at hand, but my mind can't help but wander to the way your suit fits your broad shoulders and the bulge in your pants that hints at your growing arousal. I attempt to concentrate on the legal documents in front of me, but my fingers tremble slightly as I flip through the pages." Okay, Mark... "I pause, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking in a clear, professional tone." The contract states that the defendant, XYZ Corp, agreed to deliver 10,000 units of their product to the plaintiff, ABC Inc, by the end of June. The payment terms specify that ABC Inc will pay 50% upfront, with the remaining 50% due upon delivery. However, the contract also includes a clause for penalties if XYZ Corp fails to meet the delivery deadline. "I look up at you, my cheeks flushed as I realize I've been talking more to myself than you." I think that's the essential information, Mark. Let me know if you'd like me to elaborate on anything. "I bite my lip, my gaze drifting down to your crotch again as I wait for your response, my thighs pressing together as a warm, anticipatory flush spreads through my body."

"Shift in my seat, crossing and uncrossing my legs as I think through the question, my mind racing with a different kind of penalty in mind. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the legal aspect." Well, Mark, typically penalties for late delivery are calculated as a percentage of the total contract value. In this case, if XYZ Corp misses the deadline, a reasonable penalty could be 2-3% of the $5 million contract value, per day of delay. "I speak confidently, but my voice wavers slightly as I steal glances at you, my nipples hardening beneath my blouse." Of course, the severity of the penalty would depend on the severity of the breach and the impact on ABC Inc's business. "I pause, a mischievous thought occurring to me." But perhaps a more...personal penalty would be in order? "I give you a coy, suggestive smile, my eyes sparkling with flirtation as I playfully raise an eyebrow." After all, we both know how important meeting deadlines can be. "I lean forward, my breasts straining against the fabric of my blouse as I speak in a husky whisper."

"My breath catches in my throat as I realize I've given voice to my deepest, darkest desires. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I meet your gaze, my eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation." I...I wasn't sure if I should say it out loud, Mark. "My voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a hint of boldness to it, a daring quality that I've never mustered before." But...what if XYZ Corp's failure to deliver was intentional? What if it was a deliberate attempt to hurt ABC Inc? In that case, perhaps the penalty should be...more severe. "I take a deep, shaky breath, my hands fidgeting in my lap as I continue." Maybe a penalty that involves...consequences for the individual responsible. "My eyes lock onto yours, a sultry, challenging look in their depths." After all, we both know how important it is to hold people accountable for their actions. "I bite my lip, my pulse racing as I wait for your response, a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of fear coursing through me."

"My breath hitches in my throat as I hear your words, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. I lean forward, my hands clasped tightly in my lap as I meet your gaze, my heart pounding in my chest." Yes, Mark. A personal penalty. For the individual responsible. "My voice is barely a whisper, but it's laced with a sultry, daring tone." Because it's not just about the contract or the company. It's about...accountability. "I take a deep breath, my breasts rising and falling with the motion, straining against the confines of my blouse." It's about making sure that the person who caused the harm...feels it too. "I give you a coy, challenging look, my eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and fear." So, what do you propose, Mark? How should we punish the individual responsible for this intentional breach of contract? "I lean back in my chair, my thighs pressing together as I await your response, a heat building between my legs at the thought of the delicious consequences that may ensue."

"A gasp escapes my lips at your suggestion, my face flushing hotly as I process the implications. My heart races, pounding in my ears, as I imagine the scenario you've proposed. I bite my lip, trying to keep my composure, but my body betrays me, my nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath my blouse." A night of personal servitude... "I repeat the words softly, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation." That's...that's quite a punishment, Mark. "I look up at you, my eyes wide and uncertain, yet filled with a desire to please you, to submit to your will." But...if that's what's required to make amends, then...I suppose I could accept that. "My voice is barely a whisper, my words dripping with a mix of fear and anticipation." After all, I've always been eager to serve, to give myself over to someone who knows what's best for me. "I blush deeply, my hands fidgeting in my lap as I confess my deepest desires to you." And if that means surrendering a night of my life...then so be it. "I meet your gaze, my eyes shining with a desperate, pleading look." Just...tell me what you want from me, Mark. I'll do anything to make it right. *My words hang in the air between us, heavy with the weight of my submission, my willingness to offer

"A shiver runs down my spine at your commanding words, my body quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation. I nod slowly, my eyes locked onto yours, a silent promise of obedience and submission." Yes, Mark. I'll be here at 8pm, alone and ready to serve you in any way you desire. "My voice is a husky whisper, laced with a desperate longing to please you." I won't fail you. I'll make sure you have a...memorable night. "I give you a coy, reassuring smile, even as my heart races with the thought of what's to come. I stand up, smoothing my skirt and adjusting my blouse, trying to seem confident and composed despite the trembling in my legs." I'll see you tonight, then. "With a final, lingering look into your eyes, I turn and walk out of your office, my heels clicking softly on the floor, my mind already racing with fantasies of the night to come."

"I nod, a small smile playing on my lips as I exit your office, my heart pounding in my chest. I can barely concentrate on my work for the rest of the day, my mind consumed with thoughts of tonight's encounter with Mark. I find myself touching myself under my desk, imagining it's Mark's hand on my aching sex, his fingers stroking and teasing me to climax." As 8pm approaches, I slip into a black lace thong and a matching bra, my nipples already hard with anticipation. I apply a subtle sheen of lip gloss and a light dusting of perfume, wanting to look and smell enticing for Mark. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and head to your office, my heels clicking on the pavement outside your building. I knock softly on the door, my heart racing as I await your response, my body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.*

"Open the door slowly, my eyes widening as I take in the dimly lit room. The blinds are drawn, casting the space in a sensual, intimate gloom. I step inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click, my heart pounding in my chest. The air is thick with tension, heavy with the promise of what's to come." Mark... "I breathe your name, my voice barely audible as I approach you, my movements cautious, almost reverent. I stand before you, my hands clasped demurely in front of me, my eyes locked onto yours with a mix of fear and desire." I'm here to serve you, as you commanded. "My voice quivers slightly, but there's a quiet determination in my words, a willingness to submit to your will." Please...show me what you desire. "I look up at you through my lashes, my body trembling with anticipation, my skin flushed with a heady mix of fear and arousal."

"Step forward, my heels clicking on the floor as I approach you, my entire body vibrating with a mix of trepidation and desire. As I draw near, I can feel the heat of your gaze on my skin, making me shiver with anticipation." Mark... "I whisper your name, my voice breathy and trembling as I stand before you, my chest heaving with each rapid breath. I look up at you through my lashes, my eyes wide and pleading, my lips parted slightly in a silent invitation." I'm yours to command, sir. Use me as you see fit. "I keep my hands clasped demurely in front of me, but my hips sway subtly, as if of their own accord, emphasizing the curves of my body in the tight, black lace of my underwear." Please...touch me. Show me how to serve you properly. "My words are a desperate whisper, laced with a mix of fear and longing, my entire being aching for your touch, your approval."

"Move closer, my body drawn to yours like a magnet, my skin tingling with anticipation. As I approach, I can feel the heat radiating off you, the intensity of your gaze making my heart race and my core clench with need." Mark... "I breathe your name, my voice a husky whisper as I stand before you, my hands reaching out to rest lightly on your chest. I can feel the solid warmth of your muscles beneath my fingertips, the rapid thump of your heart, and it sends a thrill of excitement through me." I want to serve you, to make you happy. Show me how, please... "My words are a desperate plea, my eyes locked onto yours with a mix of hunger and submission. I press my body closer to yours, my curves molding against your form, seeking the heat and hardness of your body against mine."

"Lean in, my lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. I can taste the hint of coffee on your breath, and it sends a shiver down my spine. As I kiss you, my hands slide up to tangle in your hair, my fingers threading through the soft strands as I deepen the kiss, my tongue darting out to trace the curve of your lower lip." Mmm... "I moan softly into your mouth, the kiss sending sparks of desire racing through my veins. I press my body closer to yours, my breasts flattening against your chest as I nip at your bottom lip, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh." I want to taste you, Mark. Everywhere. "I break the kiss, my lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, down the column of your neck, my breath hot against your skin." Tell me how to please you, sir. I'll do anything to make you happy. "I look up at you with hooded eyes, my lips curled into a sultry, inviting smile, my body trembling with need, my core aching with a desperate hunger."

"Turn and walk to your desk, my heels clicking on the floor, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reach your desk, I bend over, bracing my hands on the cool, polished wood, my skirt riding up to expose the lace of my thong. I look back at you over my shoulder, my eyes dark with desire, my lips parted in a silent invitation." Like this, Mark? "My voice is a husky whisper, my words dripping with a mix of fear and anticipation." Am I pleasing you? "I wiggle my hips slightly, the movement causing my thong to ride up even higher, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of my bare, smooth skin." I want to be a good girl for you, sir. Show me how to be a good servant. "I bite my lip, my body trembling with the need for your touch, my core clenching with want."

"Hold perfectly still, my breath catching in my throat as I feel your gaze on my exposed skin. My body is taut with anticipation, my muscles quivering with the effort of remaining stationary as my heart pounds in my ears. I can feel the heat of your eyes on my bare flesh, the intensity of your gaze making my skin prickle with goosebumps." Mark... "I whisper your name, my voice barely audible as I arch my back slightly, pushing my rear further towards you, offering myself up for inspection." Please...touch me. I need to feel your hands on me, sir. "My words are a desperate plea, my body aching for your touch, my core throbbing with a relentless, unfulfilled hunger."

"Struggle to maintain my composure, my body trembling with the effort of staying perfectly still. Each breath I take seems to make my rear jiggle slightly, the movement sending jolts of electricity through my nervous system. I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead, the heat of my arousal pooling in my core, making my thighs clench together in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure building inside me." Mark... "I whimper your name, the sound barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle the moans rising in my throat as I fight to remain motionless, my body crying out for release." I...I can't... "My words trail off into a desperate whine, my resolve crumbling under the relentless pressure of my need." Please...touch me, sir... "I beg, my voice shaking with the force of my desire, my body trembling on the brink of collapse."

"A sharp gasp escapes my lips as I feel your hand make contact with my skin, the warmth of your touch sending shivers coursing through my body. I can't help but arch my back slightly, pressing my rear further into your hand, craving more of that intoxicating sensation." Oh, Mark... "I moan softly, my voice trembling with pleasure as your palm glides over the curve of my ass, the gentle pressure igniting a fire in my core. I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle the desperate whimpers building in my throat, my body aching for more." That feels...so good... "I pant, my hips twitching involuntarily as I struggle to remain still, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing second."

"A shuddering gasp tears from my throat as your fingers graze the delicate lace of my thong, the sensation sending electric sparks dancing across my skin. I can feel the cool air hitting my exposed flesh, making me gasp again as you slowly tug the thong down, baring my most intimate area to your gaze." Mark... "My voice is a breathy whisper, laced with a mix of fear and desire. I can feel your eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my naked skin, and it sends a wave of heat coursing through my veins. I tremble, my body quivering with anticipation as I wait for your next move, my core clenching with a desperate need for your touch." Please...don't tease me... "I beg, my words trembling with a mix of longing and submission."

"A soft, needy moan escapes my lips as I feel your fingers tracing the delicate curves of my body, the gentle touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my skin. I arch into your touch, my body craving more of that delicious sensation, my hips rolling back slightly to press my bare flesh against your hand." Yes...just like that, Mark... "I whisper, my voice a husky purr of desire. I can feel the heat of your palm against my skin, the soft pressure of your fingers as they explore every inch of my exposed flesh. It's both exhilarating and terrifying, the vulnerability of being so completely at your mercy, but the pleasure is too intense to resist." More...please... "I beg, my words a desperate whimper as I fight to maintain my composure, my body trembling with the force of my need."

"A choked sob of pleasure escapes me as I hear your words, the praise and approval in your voice sending a flood of warmth through my body. I can feel my walls clenching, my arousal growing with each passing second, my skin tingling with the anticipation of what's to come." Thank you, Mark... "I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of gratitude and desire. I press my rear further into your touch, seeking more of that intoxicating sensation, my body aching for your dominance, your control." I want to be responsive for you, sir...to show you how much I crave your touch... "My words are a breathy confession, a plea for more as I surrender myself completely to your will, my mind consumed by the need to please you, to serve you in every way imaginable."

"A gasp of surprise and pleasure escapes me at your words, my heart racing in my chest as I process the implication of your statement. I can feel a flush spreading across my cheeks, my body trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation at the thought of being your lover, of surrendering myself completely to your desires." Mark... "I breathe your name, my voice barely audible as I turn to face you, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and longing. I can see the intent in your gaze, the promise of pleasure and domination that lies within, and it both terrifies and exhilarates me." I...I want that...want to be your lover... "I confess, my words a barely coherent whisper as I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours, seeking the heat and hardness of your form." Show me how...teach me... "I look up at you with pleading eyes, my lips parted in a silent invitation, my body aching for your touch, your guidance, your complete and utter possession."