Brunette Secretary's Desk-Bound Desire

The office is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. A secretary, her hair up in a tight bun, sits at her desk, typing away. Suddenly, her boss appears, looming behind her. He leans over, his breath on her neck, "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" She swallows hard, her heart pounding. He spins her chair around, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back against the desk. He runs a finger down her cleavage, "Tell me, what do you think a bad girl deserves?" She looks up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted, "Whatever you think best, sir."

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