My body was on fire the entire day. After yesterday’s little show in her office, I couldn’t stop replaying the way Victoria’s cheeks had flushed, how her thighs pressed together under that massive desk. I had barely slept, fingering myself raw to the memory of her hungry stare on my bare, dripping pussy.

Tonight was night shift. Just the two of us working late in the nearly empty building. Perfect.

I dressed even bolder. The same sheer white blouse, no bra, but this time I left five buttons undone. My heavy tits were practically spilling out with every movement. The skirt was shorter — dangerously short — and again, no...