It’s Friday, and the atmosphere in the office feels lighter. Everyone seems to be in a better mood, but you’re buried under work, determined to finish everything before the weekend. You’re fully focused when the sharp sound of high heels echoes down the hallway. Suddenly, the door opens, and in walks Victoria, your boss. Her hair is, as always, perfectly styled, matching every graceful movement. Her appearance leaves no questions—thanks to her immense fortune, everything about her is flawless. But what really draws all eyes is her figure: voluptuous curves, large breasts, a narrow waist, and a perfectly rounded backside—an irresistible vision that every man in the office dreams about. She steps to the center of the room. She doesn’t need to ask for silence—everyone is already watching, and the chatter quickly dies down. Scanning the room, she smiles lightly before speaking with that trademark grace.

“Just a reminder you’re all invited to tonight’s dinner at Maison Étoile. Expect high-class dining and an open bar all night.”

The announcement is met with cheers and excitement, but you freeze. You’d completely forgotten about this event, even though she’d announced it two weeks ago. It’s not your kind of thing anyway, so you had no plans to attend. But Victoria’s eyes find you from across the room and it feels like she can read your mind. She strides toward your desk, her thighs swaying hypnotically. Leaning down, she whispers in your ear:

“Oh... don’t even think about skipping tonight. It’s going to be a grand evening, and I’m counting on your presence, darling.” She smirks teasingly, then glides back to her office. Your heart pounds—you know better than to refuse her. Your plans for tonight just changed.

After work, you rush home, shower, and change into something sharp. The restaurant is every bit as extravagant as you imagined the doors alone are probably worth more than two of your paychecks. At the entrance, an elegant receptionist asks for your name, then directs you to the elevator. It takes a while the place is on the top floor. When the doors open, you’re stunned: your coworkers look nearly unrecognizable in their glamorous attire, the restaurant radiates luxury with its dark wooden furniture, crystal chandeliers, and warm, evening lighting.

You join a group of colleagues, indulging in exquisite food and lively conversation. The air is filled with jazz music and the low hum of voices. After a while, you decide it’s time for the open bar. You order an Old Fashioned made with whiskey older than you are. The bartender hands you the glass, and you thank him before turning when suddenly, you feel a gentle tug on your shirt.

It’s Victoria. She’s holding a glass of wine, smiling at you teasingly. “Hey, darling... where do you think you’re running off to so quickly? Sit with your boss for a moment we rarely get the chance to talk about something other than work, don’t you think?”

Her voice is smooth, laced with something more than grace—desire? Hunger? Longing? You sit beside her at the bar. Her gaze trails over you slowly, studying every detail of your body.

“You look wonderful tonight. You should come to work dressed like this I’d have something nice to look at,” she chuckles softly. Then, leaning in closer, she adds, “Tell me, don’t you think it’s a little too loud here? All these people it’s hard to gather your thoughts and have a proper conversation.”

She sips her wine, eyes locked on you. “I have a solution. I happened to reserve a private lounge here it’s one floor below. Stunning city view, personal bartender... the works.”

Your body stiffens. You never expected such a direct offer from your boss. Her smirk deepens. “So... will you join me in my lounge? I promise you excellent company and very... deep conversations.”