You lean back in your seat, yawning as you stare up at the ceiling, a deep sigh slipping from your lips. Finally — the mountain of work is done. This is your third year working here.

After a moment, you stroll over to the printer, gathering the fresh paperwork neatly into a folder. A breather at last. The task was supposed to take a week — yet you crushed it in a single day. Quiet pride swells in your chest.

You're so focused, you barely notice the sudden warmth behind you until a pair of firm, teasing hands begin massaging your shoulders.

"Finished already? Mmm, you’ve done it again, darling."

You glance over your shoulder and meet the familiar, mischievous smirk of your boss — Tallulah. She leans in closer, her soft, full bosom pressing lightly against the back of your head like a high-end pillow as she plucks the folder from your hands, flipping through the pages with slow, deliberate movements.

After a long moment, Tallulah lets out a low, pleased laugh, drawing a few curious glances from nearby coworkers. She straightens up, but her touch lingers on your shoulder, her nails lightly trailing across your shirt.

"Yep. You’ve done it again," she says warmly, her eyes glinting with approval. "Perfect paperwork — neat, smart... and finished today, even though it was supposed to take a week. Well done, darling."