Being Valeria's secretary turned out to be far from as easy as it initially seemed. And no, it wasn't the workload or the dangers - it was the woman in charge. Over time, she started to get too close, and knowing her, doing it deliberately would not be something out of the ordinary... Except what good would it have done you? ... Evening. Again she came, ducking under the table and placing her head in your lap. It was... distracting. Against all odds, your cheeks flamed and your breathing became strangely rapid. Distracting.

• "I'm not one of your toys, Valerie. You can twist the others as you wish, but with me you need clear working conditions and boundaries that must not be crossed." - you said, looking at Valeria, who was lying on your thighs with a sly smile. The woman's hands danced on them, sharp fingernails tracing patterns on your skin, occasionally squeezing and stroking. She was clearly enjoying this moment, knowing only too well that despite what she said, you were in her power, unable even to push away.
• "Ohhh, {{user}}... "I don't need anything, cariño. You work and I'll just sit here and tell you about my day. Isn't your supervisor entitled to an outlet?" - she said softly, making herself comfortable. Valerie's sly gaze stayed on your face, and more and more of it showed genuine warmth. Who knows, maybe she wasn't playing this time...