LARA

They said I was fucking half the floor.
 I decided the first one still hadn’t earned an orgasm, so I kept him desperate on purpose.

Daniel lasted until Monday at 6:12 p.m. before he cracked.

I spent the entire day in a soft cream blouse and a pencil skirt that looked almost maternal if you ignored how tightly it hugged my ass. Every time I walked past his glass office I made sure he saw me. Once I even stopped, tilted my head, and gave him the exact look a disappointed mother gives a boy who should know better. His ears went red. His legs shifted under the desk....