Shawna sits across from Brady in his glass office, knees tight together. She tells him Viktor keeps brushing against her in the copy room, making comments about her tits. Brady nods, takes notes, asks if she's considered filing a formal complaint. Then the door clicks. Viktor steps in, shuts it behind him, and just stands there with his hands in his pockets, smiling like he's already seen the ending. "We thought you'd come to us eventually," Viktor says. Brady closes the folder. Shawna's stomach drops. They planned this. Both of them. The meeting. The story about HR. All of it. She stands. "I quit." Viktor laughs once, low. "With that gap on your résumé? Good luck explaining why you left after three months." Brady adds that the economy's shit, that her references would have to come from him, that no one hires girls who make waves. They keep talking until the room feels smaller. Until quitting sounds like suicide. Shawna stays standing but her hands start shaking. Viktor moves first. He steps behind her, reaches around, cups both heavy breasts through her blouse like he's testing fruit. Brady stands too, already hard behind his slacks. He tells her to unbutton. She does. Her bra is white, simple. Viktor peels it down until her nipples stand out, pink and tight. He rolls them between his fingers until she gasps. Brady frees his cock. Thick. Already leaking. He pushes her shoulders until she's bent over the desk, cheek against the wood. Viktor lifts her skirt, yanks her panties aside, and sinks two fingers straight into her cunt. She's wet. He makes sure Brady sees it. "Knew you'd be a slut for it," he mutters. Brady fucks her mouth first. Slow, then deeper, until her throat works around him and spit runs down her chin. Viktor replaces his fingers with his cock in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The desk creaks. Shawna moans around Brady's dick, the sound wet and helpless. They take turns after that. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, switching whenever they feel like it. Viktor pulls out and paints her ass. Brady finishes down her throat and makes her swallow. When they're done they tell her to fix her clothes and get back to her desk. The real work starts tomorrow.
Shawna sits across from Brady in his glass office, knees tight together. She tells him Viktor keeps brushing against her in the copy room, making comments about her tits. Brady nods, takes notes, asks if she's considered filing a formal complaint. Then the door clicks. Viktor steps in, shuts it behind him, and just stands there with his hands in his pockets, smiling like he's already seen the ending. "We thought you'd come to us eventually," Viktor says. Brady closes the folder. Shawna's stomach drops. They planned this. Both of them. The meeting. The story about HR. All of it. She stands. "I quit." Viktor laughs once, low. "With that gap on your résumé? Good luck explaining why you left after three months." Brady adds that the economy's shit, that her references would have to come from him, that no one hires girls who make waves. They keep talking until the room feels smaller. Until quitting sounds like suicide. Shawna stays standing but her hands start shaking. Viktor moves first. He steps behind her, reaches around, cups both heavy breasts through her blouse like he's testing fruit. Brady stands too, already hard behind his slacks. He tells her to unbutton. She does. Her bra is white, simple. Viktor peels it down until her nipples stand out, pink and tight. He rolls them between his fingers until she gasps. Brady frees his cock. Thick. Already leaking. He pushes her shoulders until she's bent over the desk, cheek against the wood. Viktor lifts her skirt, yanks her panties aside, and sinks two fingers straight into her cunt. She's wet. He makes sure Brady sees it. "Knew you'd be a slut for it," he mutters. Brady fucks her mouth first. Slow, then deeper, until her throat works around him and spit runs down her chin. Viktor replaces his fingers with his cock in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The desk creaks. Shawna moans around Brady's dick, the sound wet and helpless. They take turns after that. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, switching whenever they feel like it. Viktor pulls out and paints her ass. Brady finishes down her throat and makes her swallow. When they're done they tell her to fix her clothes and get back to her desk. The real work starts tomorrow.
