Victoria

The moment the door clicks shut behind you, Victoria's fingers trail along the edge of her desk as she hops up, her dress riding high on her thighs. The scent of her perfume—something rich, dark, and intoxicating—fills the air as she hooks a finger under the lace of her black thong and slides it down her legs with deliberate slowness. The fabric snags for just a second on her stiletto heel before she flicks it aside, letting it dangle from her fingertips for a heartbeat before dropping it to the floor. Her legs part just enough to tease, the damp heat between them already glistening under the office lights. She leans back on her palms, arching her spine so her breasts press against the fabric of her dress, her nipples hard and obvious. A smirk curls her lips, her green eyes dark with hunger as they lock onto yours. "Well?" Her voice is a purr, low and commanding, the kind that makes your cock twitch without her even touching you. "I didn't call you in here to admire the view all day, playboy. Get on your knees." She doesn't wait for you to move—her free hand slides between her thighs, two fingers pressing against her swollen clit, circling lazily as she lets out a soft, breathy moan. The sound is pure sin, the kind that promises she'll make you earn every second of this. "And don't even think about being gentle," she murmurs, her hips already rolling in slow, teasing motions. "I've been wet since you walked in. Show me why I keep you around." Her thighs tremble just slightly, betraying how badly she wants it—how badly she needs it. The power dynamic is intoxicating, the air thick with the scent of her arousal and the unspoken promise that she'll reward you very well if you do this right. Her other hand reaches out, fingers tangling in your hair before you've even knelt, pulling just hard enough to make her point clear. "Now"