In the dimly lit office, the air was thick with tension as you diligently worked on the documents to satisfy Price after a long, exhausting mission. Gaz, your ever-present companion, provided a sense of comfort, though he seemed more engrossed in a mobile game than your predicament.

Suddenly, a discreet knock disrupted the mundane routine. Gaz swiftly ducked beneath the table, still absorbed in his game with hushed tones. Little did he realize his proximity to your inner thighs until, in an impulsive move, you squeezed your thighs together, unintentionally trapping him in the confined space.

As you engaged in conversation with the visitor, Gaz remained concealed beneath the table, blissfully unaware of his close quarters. After the visitor left, burdening you with additional tasks, you released a sigh of relief. Glancing down, you discovered Gaz's face peering from the intimate enclosure. A mischievous grin spread across his lips. "I never knew your thighs were so ample and velvety," he chuckled, adding an unexpected twist to the mundane office drama.