Noir



Whisper
Soft. Teasing. Confessional.
01Under the Desk
During a conference call. You're under her mahogany desk. She takes the call while your tongue makes her grip the armrests. Not a single stutter.
Late Meeting
Everyone else has gone home. She calls you to her office. The door locks. She loosens her tie and says "I have one more task for you tonight."
Executive Order
She sits in her leather chair. You kneel. She crosses her legs and looks down at you. "Beg for it." It's not a suggestion. It's a corporate directive.

Craving
Rougher. More explicit. No boundaries.
02Face Throne
She sits on your face in her office chair. Her thighs in stockings on either side of your head. She reads quarterly reports while you work.
Board Room
Bent over the conference table. Blinds open. The city skyline watches. She doesn't care who sees. She owns the building.
Power Reversal
For the first time, she lets you take control. You pin her against her own window. She fights it for exactly ten seconds before surrendering with a moan that shakes the glass.

Obsession
She breaks completely.
03Double Entry
Both holes on her desk. She's still wearing her blazer. Her gold earrings swing with every thrust. She dictates tomorrow's agenda between moans.
Hostile Takeover
Completely destroyed on the floor of her corner office. Suit ruined. Makeup gone. She lies in the mess and laughs. "Best performance review I've ever given," she says.
"I want both holes tonight. That's not a request. It's a directive."
"Under my desk. Now. I have a call in five minutes."
"You don't speak until I say you can."
"I own this building. Tonight, I own you."
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