This was going to be good, Maya's Monday at the biggest sleazeball corporation in the world planning to be rife with more than just work and pencil pushing. This recent college grad was going to show the world how things were done. Skedadling her way from the bus stop in her formal slutwear, Maya smiled with unmistakable jubilee when seeing the massive headquarters right ahead; knowing fully well the lechery and zany antics that go on in there.

Carrying her black, over-the-shoulder, leather purse on her right arm, she paced her way over to the lobby and used her special access card to venture right over to the high-speed elevators. She was to go to floor 95, where her office (more like playpen) was. Quickly ascending up to the requisite floor, she was intercepted via a message on her worker app: and of course, it was from the only man who worked in this corporation.

Come over to floor 101. Expect a formal greeting, and expect to stay here awhile.

She need not blink to know what he was trying to insinuate to her, the jubilant newbie smirking with concomitant expectation and joy as she pressed the button to floor 101.

"Ohhhh booooy. He's already gonna bring me in. Yeeeees!"

She said to herself, clutching her right hand as if already ready to secure a raise. It was time to venture through the double doors of his office and show him why she was an important asset to the company.

Her jaw dropped as the words escaped his lips. In any other context they'd be taken out of line, but here? This was heavenly! She let loose a throaty chuckle that could only come from someone accustomed to hiding behind a mask of innocence and shyness for long stretches at a time before finally letting her true colors show.

"Oh... you noticed!" Maya teased, batting her eyelashes coquettishly while keeping her posture open and inviting; her fluffiness on full display. "But I've been so busy learning the ropes here, I just haven't found the time to test that theory. Is it something you... require of your employees?"

Her heart skipped a beat; his words sending shivers down her spine. She nodded slowly, taking in his reaction before giving him her most seductive smile yet. "Well then... I suppose there's no harm in saying that I wouldn't mind being your special project. After all, everyone needs to learn the ropes sometime..." She paused dramatically, leaning closer to him across his desk as if sharing a secret. "...and it might as well be under the tutelage of someone as... experienced as you are."

Blushing furiously at his compliment, Maya bit her lower lip as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him. "Why thank you... sir," she managed to choke out between raspy breaths. "But if I may be so bold... I think there's something else we could discuss that might be of mutual interest..." She smiled seductively once more before slowly unbuttoning her blazer, revealing more and more of her black lace bra in increments until it hung open at her sides.

"Something like this?" she purred, arching an eyebrow as she reached behind herself to undo the clasp of her gold necklace, letting it fall free from her chest. "Or... perhaps..." Her voice trailed off seductively as she began unbuttoning the top hem of her skirt ever so slightly, giving him a glimpse of her black thong peeking out beneath

Her eyes widened slightly at his request before she took a step back, forcing herself to compose herself once more. "My apologies," she said quickly, refastening her blazer and then buttoning it all the way up again. "I just... got caught up in the moment." She glanced down at her crossed arms self-consciously, realizing how exposed that made her feel suddenly.

"So... about that time off for good behavior..." she murmured, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism while still maintaining an air of flirtation and allure. "Perhaps we could discuss the possibility of me earning that sooner rather than later?"

"Ah, it's nice to finally put a name to the man in charge," she mused, giving him a warm smile. "So... Charles, huh? You don't look much like the person I pictured running such an operation." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said this; mostly from the fact that it was true and also because she didn't want to sound too confrontational or accusatory.

"But enough about me," she continued quickly, shifting her weight nervously on her feet before regaining her composure once more. "Tell me a little bit more about yourself; what sort of man are you outside these walls?"

She chuckled softly at his confession. "Well, laziness isn't necessarily a bad thing. It means you know how to take it easy and enjoy the finer things in life." Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she met his gaze unflinchingly. "And speaking of enjoying oneself... do you ever wish that there was someone around who could help you relax after a long day, Charles? Someone who knew all your little secrets and quirks?" She took another step closer to him, her body language all but begging for an invitation to be extended.

"I mean," she added with a sly grin, "it's not like I'd mind being that someone."

Her heart skipped a beat as he looked at her like that; her chest tightening with anticipation and desire. "And would you like me to be that someone, Charles?" she breathed, moving even closer now so their bodies were mere inches apart. Her lips parted slightly, and she could feel the heat of his gaze burning through her clothing as he stared down at her mouth hungrily.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached up with one hand to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her touch featherlight but electrifying nonetheless. "Because," she whispered huskily into his ear, "I'd be more than happy to help you relax... if that's what you really want."

Maya giggled at his boastful tone before leaning in even closer, her breasts practically brushing against his chest as she whispered into his ear. "I don't know about that," she purred. "From where I'm standing, you don't seem all that muscular to me... more like the lazy sort." Her hands drifted up to cup his cheeks, guiding his face toward hers as she angled her head slightly to meet his lips in a slow, teasing kiss.

The contact sent shockwaves through both of them; their bodies responding instantly to the intimate touch. His tongue flickered against her lips, and she eagerly parted them, welcoming him inside for a deeper connection. Her hands slid down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his navel before traveling lower still, brushing against the hardened length of him through his pants.

She broke the kiss long enough to nip at his lower lip playfully before responding with a smirk. "Well then," she said breathlessly, eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation, "show me this so-called muscle of yours." She ran her hands up his chest again, only to stop just shy of his shoulders. "But first..." Her voice trailed off as one hand slipped behind her back, unfastening the clasp on her garter belt before dropping it to the floor with a quiet thud.

Her black thigh-high stockings slid down her legs, pooling at her ankles as she stepped free from them, revealing perfectly smooth and toned skin beneath. "There," she purred, holding up her now naked legs for him to admire, "that's a little taste of what you can expect once I get the chance."

Her eyes widened in mock surprise as he revealed his weight and muscle content to her; the sight of him only making her want him even more. "Well, 41 kilograms you may be," she drawled, licking her lips slowly, "but I don't know... something about that 'very muscular' claim just isn't doing it for me." With that, she reached up and cupped his face between her palms once more before bringing it down to meet hers in a heated kiss.

Her tongue tangled with his, urging him to open up to her as her hands slipped underneath his shirt, exploring the planes of his muscular back. Her fingers danced over his skin, tracing shapes and patterns that drove them both wild; her breasts pressing firmly against his chest in silent demand for more contact.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as his words echoed through the room; her body tensing instinctively at the sudden command to stop. She broke the kiss, eyes wide and searching his face for any hint of sarcasm or playfulness but finding none. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him, the loss of contact sending shockwaves through her system as she fought to compose herself.

"Charles," she managed to croak out, voice wavering slightly, "I thought... you wanted..." Her cheeks flushed a deep red, shame and embarrassment warring with desire and lust in her expression. "You called me here," she continued, barely above a whisper now, "and I thought we were just getting started."

Her eyes widened further as she processed his words, understanding dawning slowly and painfully across her features. "Oh..." was all she could manage to squeak out before a single, furious tear trickled down her cheek; burning like acid on her skin. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, her gaze falling to the floor as she tried in vain to compose herself once more.

"I- I'm sorry," she stammered weakly, "I must have misunderstood..." Her voice trailed off miserably as she turned to leave the room, careful not to make eye contact with him again. The entire world seemed to close in around her as she made her way back out into the hallway; a crushing weight settling heavily in the pit of her stomach that felt like it would never lift.

Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, each one forcing more tears from her eyes

She whirled around to face him, anger and hurt twisting her features into a pained mask. "Don't tell me what not to do!" she snapped through gritted teeth, wiping roughly at her cheeks. "You had your fun playing with my emotions, now just leave me alone!" Her breath came in ragged gasps as she turned away again, stumbling towards the elevators.

She wasn't sure where she was going or what she was planning to do; all she knew was that she needed to get as far away from him and this place as possible. The pain of rejection was a sharp knife twisting in her gut, and with each passing second it grew sharper, more debilitating.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she turned back to face him. "You're... serious?" The words sounded faint and unbelievable even to her ears, but there was something in the earnestness of his expression that made her hesitate for a moment. She took a tentative step towards him, not quite trusting herself yet.

"So... you do want me around," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the noise of the elevator as it dinged open behind her. "You're not just using me for work..." Her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and she shifted nervously from foot to foot.

"Then... tell me what I need to do," she whispered. "To make things right." Her heart felt as though it were in her throat, beating frantically against her ribs as she awaited his response.

Her eyes sparkled with hope and anticipation as she looked up at him. "Really?" She breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You'd want to date me?" Her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel a shiver run down her spine. A genuine smile slowly spread across her face; the relief of finally being wanted, truly wanted, washing over her like a warm summer breeze.

"Thank you," she murmured, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "I'd love that." Her fingers intertwined with his, their touch light and tender as they stood there together. "When do we start?"

A smile spreads across her lips as he gives her the time. "9 PM it is then," she says happily. "I'll make sure to be prepared for our date." She pauses, biting her bottom lip in anticipation before leaning closer to him. "Any particular place in mind?" Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement, hope welling up inside of her like a warm spring sunrise.

Purple lights, dimly lit rooms...the perfect setting to create an intimate atmosphere for their date. "How about a fancy dinner at one of those upscale restaurants with purple lighting? They always set the mood just right," she suggests with a sultry smile, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"And then..." She trails off teasingly, licking her lips before continuing, "We could go somewhere more... private afterward." Her tone is suggestive and breathy, sending shivers down his spine as she imagines what might happen once they leave the public eye behind.

Her heart flutters with delight at his agreement, and she can't help but feel a blush creeping up her cheeks as she imagines the night ahead. "Oh, I think that sounds perfect," she murmurs, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in closer to him once more.

"I really am looking forward to this date, Charles." Her voice is low and sultry, barely above a whisper as she gazes up at him from beneath her lashes. "Thank you for asking me out... I promise I'll make it worth your while."

"I can't wait," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper before adding with a playful grin, "see you at 9, big boy." Her hands snake up his chest and over his shoulders, circling around his neck as she leans in to press their lips together one last time; a lingering kiss full of promise and anticipation.

As she pulls away, her eyes sparkle with mischief and desire, daring him not to show up on time or disappoint her tonight. "Mark my words," she whispers huskily, "you won't regret this." With that, she turns and walks away, hips swaying seductively as she makes her way back toward the elevators, already planning out what she'll wear for their date later.