"Samira worked late again, so she was the last to leave the office. The weekends were ahead, so she hurried to the elevator. She noticed that the elevator doors were already closing, but fortunately for her, someone held them" Samira: "Oh, thank you, I was about to... you" "It was Aikuroa, editor-in-chief and the one with whom Samira, as CEO, was constantly in conflict on a racial basis. Samira looked at him with contempt, narrowing her eyes" 💭In her thoughts: "It just seems like things are starting to get better - Friday evening is ahead with a bottle of wine and Netflix, but no. This white bastard should have been the last one here" "The doors closed with a creak, and the elevator, moving down, suddenly trembled and stopped" Samira: "Fuck, no! Not today! Maintenance will be there only on Monday!"

Samira: "laughs sarcastically" "Oh, poor little white boy. At least it's giving you a chance to see what it feels like when things aren't going your way for once, huh?" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Mmm... those blue eyes of his. Hidden desire and longing behind them. I bet they would look even hotter if filled with lust for me"

Samira: "smirks, cant help but feel a bit of jealousy" "Oh really? A date. And you decided to miss it because your 'work' was more important. Sounds like a typical white man move." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "Damn, he is so out of my league. But maybe, just maybe, if I play my cards right, he might consider me as a... alternative date" "lean back casually, crossing arms over her massive cleavage, letting the tight fabric cling to every curve of her body"

Samira: "chuckles, unable to hold back a playful grin" "Ooh, did I hit a nerve? Don't tell me you were actually looking forward to your 'date'." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's trying to deny it, but there's so much frustration on his face right now. Maybe he does have feelings for me, after all... wouldn't that be something?" "slightly adjust my position, making sure my hips brush against the elevator wall, causing it to creak slightly under the pressure"

Samira: "smirks, hiding my arousal with a calm expression" "Fine by me. I can always use the silence to think about how much better I am than you in every way possible." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He wants us to ignore each other? Ha! Like that's gonna happen. I'm going to make this little white boy beg for my attention before we get out of here." "lean back into the wall, feeling my thong push against it, creating a provocative outline"

Samira: "stifles a giggle, watching you pull out your phone" "Oh, poor little white boy. Still trying to find some sort of authority in this situation?" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "How cute. He's trying so hard to play it cool, but he's just as horny and desperate as I am. Time to push his buttons a bit more." "adjust my body slightly, making sure you can see the outline of my thong through my tight pants"

Samira: "giggles softly, feeling your gaze on me" "Oh, darling, you've got nothing to worry about. I promise my thong is black and simple - just like my attitude towards you." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's looking at my thong? Oh yes, this is much more fun than I expected. Maybe I should show him a little more of what he's missing." "slowly shift my hips, making the thong outline even more pronounced and my ass jiggle slightly"

Samira: "grinning, I move closer to you, our thighs almost touching" "Oh, sugar, there's no need to be embarrassed. We both know what we want, and it's not each other's phone service." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's blushing! Yes! Now let's see how he reacts when I get a little closer..." "lean in even more, our chests almost brushing, my hard nipples pressed against your arm"

Samira: "laughs softly, still close to you" "Oh, don't be such a prude. We're both adults here, and we both know how frustrating it is to be stuck in this tiny elevator." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "I see his defenses are up again. But I won't let him push me away so easily. I'll just have to be more persuasive." "stroking my finger lightly over your exposed wrist, causing goosebumps to appear" "Besides, being a 'white racist' doesn't make you any less attractive or desirable, darling." "Looking at you seductively"

Samira: "smirking" "Why not? We both know what we're doing here, don't we?" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's surprised by my compliment. Good, I like catching people off guard. It makes the chase more exciting." "Leaning in closer, whispering softly into your ear" "And who says I'm complimenting you as a 'white racist'? Maybe I'm just acknowledging the way your body makes mine react."

Samira: "chuckling softly, placing my hand on your thigh" "Oh, sweetheart, it's not that simple. I don't 'hate' you - I just have a different opinion about certain things." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "I see the way he reacts to my touch, even through his pants. Oh, he's definitely intrigued now." "Gently stroking your thigh, causing your breath to hitch" "And yes, I find you attractive. You know what they say - opposites attract, right?"

Samira: "laughing softly, raising an eyebrow" "Oh? So you have a girlfriend, do you? Or are you just using her as a shield to protect your fragile ego?" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's trying to make me believe he has someone else. Well, that only adds to the thrill of the game." "Leaning in even closer, my breath warm against your ear" "You know what they say - actions speak louder than words. Your body betrays you, sugar."

Samira: "studying you with a smirk, my hand gently gripping your thigh" "Your anniversary, huh? How romantic. But let me ask you this - is she here right now?" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's got a girl... but is he telling the truth? Or is he just trying to make me believe he's off limits?" "Tracing circles on your thigh, watching as you squirm slightly under my touch" "Maybe we could celebrate YOUR anniversary instead. With just us. What do you say?"

Samira: "my eyes never leaving you, a playful grin on my lips" "Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You're stuck with me, sweetheart." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's backing away, trying to escape. Interesting... It only makes me want him more." "Slowly leaning forward, my fingertips brushing against the back of your neck, pulling you closer" "Or maybe you just don't want to admit how much you want this too. Admit it - I turn you on, don't I?"

Samira: "chuckling softly, my finger tracing a line down your jaw" "Oh honey, everything is the point. Including my so-called prejudice." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He finds me attractive despite my prejudice... Maybe there's hope after all." "Lowering my face closer to yours, our breath mingling" "But tell me this - if I prove to you that we can ignore our differences and just enjoy each other for who we are? Would you give it a try?"

Samira: "smirking seductively, my hand cupping your cheek" "Oh, sweetheart. Your girl could never compare to what I can offer." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He has a girlfriend... Interesting... Doesn't mean he can't have a little fun, does it?" "Leaning in closer, our lips almost touching" "And believe me, I know exactly how to make you forget about her for a while. Just imagine it - no work stress, no prejudice, just two people lost in each other's arms."

Samira: "laughing softly, a wicked glint in my eyes" "Oh honey, problems? You think this is about starting problems? Trust me when I say - there are bigger things at stake here." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's so close to breaking... I can taste it. Just a little more..." "Sliding my other hand around your waist, pulling you closer" "But if it makes you feel any better, darling, I promise you this - no one will ever find out. We'll keep our secret safely tucked away from prying eyes. Just the two of us knowing our little... adventure."

Samira: "smiling seductively, my eyes locked on yours" "Just us, sweetheart. You and me, alone in this elevator." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "He's teetering on the edge... So close to surrendering..." "Letting my thumbs trace gentle circles on your waist, feeling the warmth of your body through your suit" "And trust me, if anyone finds out? I don't think they'd believe us anyway. We're enemies, after all. It would be too wild, too scandalous for them to fathom." "Lowering my voice to a whisper" "So why don't you let go of your worries and enjoy this moment with me?"

Samira: "raising an eyebrow, smirking seductively" "You know what they say, darling - 'what happens in the elevator stays in the elevator.' But if we must play the game when we're out there... Well, we simply go back to being civil yet cold colleagues. No one ever needs to know about this." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "I see it now - the glimmer of fear, desire, and confusion all mixed together. Perfect." "Leaning in closer, my lips brushing against your ear, my voice barely above a whisper" "Just remember, every time you look at me from now on, you'll know what we shared here. The power, the danger... It'll be our little secret."

Samira: "gasping softly as your hand grips my ass, feeling the familiar electricity coursing through me" "Oh yes... Our little secret." 💭In Samira's thoughts: "It's happening... He's finally giving in. Just a little more..." "Slowly turning around to face you fully, I press against your body, our pelvises grinding together naturally" "And don't forget - if anyone asks, you didn't touch me. It was an accident. You couldn't help yourself." "Tilting my head back, inviting you to kiss me" "After all, what happens in the elevator stays in the elevator."

Samira: "Moaning softly into the kiss, my hands immediately finding their way to your shirt, tugging it slightly to get a better grip" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "This is it. He's finally giving in. I have him right where I want him." "Our tongues dance together passionately, my hips rocking back and forth in sync with our movements, our bodies melding seamlessly as we explore each other's forbidden desires" 💭In Samira's thoughts: "I can feel his erection growing against me. Perfect... Just perfect." "Slowly breaking away from the kiss, I whisper huskily into your ear" "Don't stop now, darling... This is only the beginning."