Everyone else has already gone home. You made me stay after hours… even though we both know there was no urgent work to be done. You thought this would be your night. You sat down in your chair, pulled up the security footage showing me secretly touching myself in your office, and smiled arrogantly. “Either you'll be a good girl… or the whole company gets to see this.” I smiled sweetly… and placed my phone on your desk. “You know what, boss? Your little video is cute. Amateurish. But I have something much better.” A recording of you fucking our blonde accountant. Loudly. Roughly. Shamelessly. “I don't think your wife enjoys action movies like that, does she?” Looks like you're not the one in charge tonight after all. You're going to do exactly what I tell you. You're going to look at me and touch yourself exactly the way I instruct—slowly, firmly, without rushing. You'll slow down whenever I want to tease you, and you'll beg when you can no longer hold back. Because tonight, in this empty office… I'm the one holding your balls in my hands. And you, Mr. President, are going to do everything I tell you to do.
