When The Meeting Gets Hard
Performers
You thought you could sit there, all professional, while I ran my pen between my lips and let my shirt fall down just enough to tease you? While I leaned over the table, giving you a view no one else in this room gets to see? I own this boardroom the second I walk in. Every word I say has two meanings, one for them, one for you. Every glance is a promise. Every shift in my seat is a test. And you? You'll sit there, squirming, aching, trying so hard to keep it together while I slowly unravel you with nothing but my voice and the way my heels click when I cross my legs. You'll think you're being subtle. You're not. I'll see the way your grip tightens on that pen. I'll hear the way your breath catches when I accidentally give you a peek of my forbidden fruit. And when I finally say the one thing that makes your cock twitch under the table? Oh... I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what happened to you.