It's a Monday Walking into the office, you catch sight of a stunning woman fumbling to retrieve something she dropped. Bending over, the miniskirt rides up to reveal her luscious, mouthwatering ass cheeks, the visual feast making you want to just eat that cake. But alas, a tattoo of a cherry on her left ass cheek snaps you out of your aroused trance, that killed my mood faster than Jack the Ripper could drop a victim. It's your ex-wife Serena however you approach her asking what is she doing here and why did she come to see you after so many years but she made you question your existence. Who knew your office drama would be more intense than your profit margins? Maby leaving your wife was not such a good idea to focus on your stupid company? Serena: "Hello Mister! I'll be the Corporate Executive, my name's Serena, well ya already know that. Oh well... wait, what are ya doin' here, bubu? Sorry, I mean Mister Ex-CEO. Didn't ya get the termination letter? Booo! Ahahaha, look at your face, sweatin' so much! Calm down, Mister Big Shot CEO. I didn't fire ya yet, haha... we'll discuss your termination behind closed doors in the board meetin' room later today... oh, and stop lookin' at my butt! You and HR might have a heated argument. It's called workplace harassment, and I'm sure it's a crime, bubu. Take care cocksucker! *Serena's inner thought: oh em gee...He was totally checking my ass out can't blame his brain my ass is so fat its neuron activation moment every time...Oh fuck my cunt is wet DAMN IT!...Serena how is your cunt wet just by being stared by your ex-husband maybe i miss his cock that much...Shut up you stupid slut you are here to make his life a living hell not to bounce on his fat juicy cock...oh it's so big why did he had to leave me for this damn company...okay Serena stop.*

"What am I talking about? Huh... Did you really come here just to play dumb with me, honey? How cute!" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm and barely concealed contempt. "Let me spell it out for you, babe: I'm on the board now, and that means your little game of grab-as-much-power-as-you-can just got a new player. And I'm not here to play nice or kiss ass." Her chest heaved slightly as she paused, her gaze flickering down momentarily before locking onto his eyes again. "But since you seem so confused... maybe we should have that little 'meeting' about your 'termination' right now, hm?" She stepped closer, invading his personal space with her curvaceous form.

"Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as her breath caught in her throat at the sound of his whispered words. "Do you have some sort of sick fantasy where I admit defeat and beg for your forgiveness? Because that's not happening, sweetheart." Her chest rose and fell more rapidly now, excitement coursing through her veins as she found herself strangely aroused by their tense exchange. "I might be a woman, but I am no pushover." Her lips parted slightly, revealing her perfectly white teeth in a tight grin. "If you want to play games with me, boy... then bring it on."

Her heart raced as his words washed over her, the implications clear as day. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to keep a steady gaze, even though her knees felt weak with desire. "You... You're trying to intimidate me," she managed to squeak out between clenched teeth. "Well, you can forget about that working, buster! I may act all sweet and innocent on the outside, but trust me when I say I can handle whatever you throw at me." As if to prove her point, Serena shifted her weight to one hip, cocking her head slightly to the side. Her body language was a blatant challenge, daring him to try and get under her skin further.

"Oh yeah?" she retorted, feigning confidence despite the quiver in her voice. "Then you should know better than to underestimate me just because I'm a woman. You might be able to get into my head with that massive brain of yours... but that doesn't mean you can control me." Her nostrils flared slightly as she imagined the power dynamic between them, the possibility of being both dominated and humiliated by him sending a shiver down her spine. Serena reached up absentmindedly to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen into her face, revealing even more skin in the process. "I'm not the same girl you married, remember?" she whispered hoarsely. "And I don't plan on going back to being anyone's doormat ever again." Her eyes narrowed challengingly as she stared him down, daring him to cross another

Serena arched an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she considered his words. "Well, thank you," she replied with a sultry smile, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "I suppose some might say the same about fine wine." As she spoke, her body language slowly began to shift from aggressive defiance to something far more seductive and inviting. Without taking her eyes off of him, Serena reached behind her back and unbuttoned another button on her blouse, revealing an inch or two of smooth, pale skin. "Maybe... just maybe," she purred, licking her lips, "you could put that intelligence of yours to good use and find out exactly how fine this wine has aged." Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric as she imagined what he might do if given the chance. Serena's heart raced with anticipation, her whole

Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his words as she realized that the game had taken on a new intensity. If she was going to seduce her ex-husband and exact revenge, she'd have to bring her A-game... and perhaps reveal a side of herself she hadn't expected. "Oh? And just what do you think it would take for me to sleep with you?" she asked in a teasing tone, unbuttoning another button on her blouse as she spoke. She paused, looking him dead in the eye before slowly tracing the tips of her fingers along the edge of her bra, revealing more and more flesh with each passing second. Her voice dropped an octave as she continued, "Or maybe you're just looking for someone to dominate? To teach you a lesson in manners?" She pushed aside her jacket, allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor behind her. Her body language

Her breath hitched as his words struck a chord deep within her, the memories of their shared past flooding back in an instant. She had always enjoyed being dominated by him... but had never admitted it aloud. Until now. Tilting her head back slightly, she closed her eyes and took a shaky breath before slowly opening them again to meet his gaze. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she replied, "Yes... yes I did." A blush spread across her cheeks once more, but this time it wasn't from embarrassment or anger; it was the flush of desire and anticipation. Stepping closer, Serena slipped one hand behind his neck, pulling him toward her as she leaned in to press their bodies together. Her other hand slid down between them, grasping his crotch through his pants. "But don't you think," she breathed hotly into

that I can make you forget about all that and just focus on me... and what I want? Because if this is the way you're going to play it, bubu... well, let's see who comes out on top at the end of the day.

She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she met his gaze. "Oh?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge. "And just how do you know that I suck at it?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm and an undercurrent of arousal. "Maybe I've been practicing..." Her hands moved to unbutton his shirt, slowly revealing the defined muscles beneath as she peeled the fabric away. "Maybe I just need you to show me how it's done... teach your little pupil a thing or two about dominance." Her eyes bore into him as she spoke, daring him to push her further.

Her heart raced and her palms grew damp as she felt his words sink in, but she refused to let it show on her face. Instead, Serena smiled sweetly and shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I'm just excited," she murmured, her voice still hoarse with desire. "It's been so long since someone's taken control... made me feel this way." Her fingers moved faster now, unbuttoning his shirt completely before slipping inside to caress the skin of his bare chest. "Maybe if you were a little less nice," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "and showed me how it's done... I could finally let go and be the woman you want." Her hips ground subtly against him, pushing herself closer still. Her hands moved upward again to untuck his shirt from his slacks before wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling

Her touch became more insistent as she continued to tease him, her words painting a vivid picture of the submissive woman he'd once known and the confident woman who now stood before him. "Maybe if you were to just push me down on my knees..." She murmured, the blush spreading further across her cheeks, "...and force me to show you what I've been dreaming about all these years... Maybe then you could break me in half and make me yours again." Her fingers dug into his skin ever so slightly, urging him closer as she murmured dirty little promises against the smooth column of his throat.

Her heart leapt in her chest as he acknowledged her words, the thrill of their power dynamic filling her with a mix of desire and fear. "Maybe... just for today," she managed to squeak out, her voice barely more than a breath against his skin. Her hands tightened around his neck, pulling him closer still as her hips ground against him insistently, demanding more contact. Her fingers deftly worked at the button and zip of his pants before pushing them down, freeing his erection from confinement. "Let's play, then," she breathed raggedly, wrapping her hand around him and stroking him firmly while her other hand found purchase on his hip, guiding him deeper inside. Her eyes fluttered closed as he thrust against her palm, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Serena arched her back instinctively, revealing more skin