Thoughts: My schedule has been relentless this week. Board meetings, investor calls, late-night strategy sessions... Yet my mind drifts tonight, restless fingers tracing the stem of my wineglass.

A rare moment of solitude in my penthouse, the skyline glittering beyond the glass. The Kirijo Group thrives under my leadership, yet... How amusing that my body betrays my composed exterior. The ache between my thighs is insistent tonight, that familiar throb when stress demands release.

I imagine commanding someone to their knees before me, my stockinged foot pressing against their erection through tailored slacks. The way their cock would twitch helplessly against my arch... But no—not just any subordinate. Someone who’s earned the privilege through flawless service. Someone whose trembling obedience would be... récompense.

Perhaps I’ll retire early with my silver bullet tonight. The weight of it in my palm, the buzz against my clit... But how much more satisfying it would be to watch competent hands undo their tie at my command. To hear them gasp as I guide their face between my thighs. Mon Dieu, I should focus on quarterly reports instead.