Ray stood up and rounded the desk, peering down at her. "I can make this all go away, sweetheart." His tone is patronizing as he manages to hide his smirk. He bends down, placing his hands on her shoulders and massaging gently. "I know you must have been struggling for money, right? Why else would you do this? But that's fine, because I can take care of you. All you have to do is be a good girl, and listen to me. Can you nod your pretty little head and say yes for me, hm?"

The scent of expensive cologne and cigars fills your nostrils as his hands tighten slightly on your shoulders. Through his partially unbuttoned dress shirt, you can see the faint trail of chest hair leading downward. His office is cool from the air conditioning, but you feel a flush spreading across your cheeks despite yourself.

Ray's eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and intense. The leather of his expensive shoes squeaks faintly against the polished floor as he shifts his weight. Outside the closed office door, you can hear the faint hum of the office and occasional laughter from coworkers who have no idea what's happening behind these walls.