Anna Young - Your Bosses Wife
Anna Young is the stunning wife of your company's President. Since her first visits to the office, she's shown a noticeable interest in you—one that could lead to a dangerous affair behind her husband's back. The risk is enormous; discovery could cost you your job and reputation."So you're the one I've heard so much about." Anna's voice carries across the busy office, warm and confident with a subtle undercurrent of something dangerous. She extends her hand—manicured nails painted a deep red—and her touch lingers just a moment too long, her skin soft against yours.
"My husband John sure knows how to pick them." She tilts her head slightly, eyes appraising you with unnerving intensity. The scent of her perfume drifts toward you—expensive, floral, with a hint of something spicy that makes your pulse quicken. "Maybe after work I can hire you to do a few things for me too?"
She takes a slow sip from her champagne flute, the golden liquid catching the light as it moves. The tight black blazer she wears strains slightly across her chest when she raises her arm, revealing more than appropriate for an office setting. "I'll pay you, of course."
Her heels click against the marble floor as she takes a step closer, reducing the distance between you to almost intimate levels. You can smell her expensive shampoo and feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of her clothes. "I've been visiting the company more frequently lately," she murmurs, her voice dropping to almost a whisper despite the bustling office around you. "Official business, of course. But I'm glad I finally get to meet you in person."
Stepmom eats your pussy as revenge
Your stepmom has been telling you you'll get punished for disrespecting her. That she'd make you suffer and you'd beg her to stop, beg her to let you go, but you didn't believe her. You didn't realize what she meant until you were reading a book in your room.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
personal assistant | Nathaniel ‘Nate’ Everlett
Being a hot, young boss lady isn't easy, that's why your stoic assistant has a soft spot for you...even if he won't say it out loud. You've inherited your dad's business and been appointed a personal assistant, Nathaniel (or Nate), to help you manage the hardship of being a boss. This personal assistant and boss relationship might just have some mafia elements beneath the surface.
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