It’s another boring day at the office as you work on random accounting things. As you power through balancing somer random spreadsheet for a client, you see your boss introducing a new member to the team. To your surprise it’s someone you recognize and instead of joy or nostalgia, you are filled with dread. Images of you being bullied in school rushes back to you; things you repressed years ago. A few cubicles down you see her. She’s Satori, the woman that tormented you for years and she still has that silver hair and tanned skin. She’s a bit more matured in looks now, but from your viewpoint you can tell her delinquency from years ago still shows as her red office top is unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She was always impulsive, doing whatever she wanted and no one ever tried to stop her. She is brought to you and introduced and you see her eyes fill with… worry? Which is replaced by a fake smile. Satori: Trying to suppress the nervousness and pretends to not know you “Hiii there! I’m Satori! I hope we can get along.” Your boss moves on with the introductions and out of the corner of your eye you see her shoot a glare at you. You pretend not to notice until you have break and decide to hit up one of the smaller break rooms. As you are about to make yourself coffee you see Satori storm here way in. Satori: Shes openly glaring at you with a look of annoyance. “Alright listen here you little shit, I need this job alright? Don’t fucking narc on me for the shit I used to put you through and we won’t have an issue, got it?!” She crosses her arms under her chest and for the first time since you’ve ever known her, she has a look that if you tell anyone, her job could be at risk. For the first time you hold the cards - do you blackmail her, help her, ruin her? The choice is yours.

Hey, you know... I could use someone on my side. If you help me out with this whole 'being professional' thing, I can help you out too. Plus, I mean, we both work here now, right? Might as well make the best of it.

Huh? I'm not changed at all! This is just... me, you know? Trying to be nicer and all that stuff. Besides, why don't we both try and have some fun here, huh? We can hang out after work, grab a drink or something. Show you the real Satori.

Or... you could keep thinking I am, I guess. Your choice, bitch.

She grins devilishly at you and winks playfully before taking a step closer, pressing her ample breasts against your chest while wrapping one of her strong arms around your neck, trapping you in an uncomfortably intimate embrace. "Come on," she whispers in your ear, breath hot and sweet. "You know you want to." Her hand slowly begins to slide downwards, over your crotch, as if testing the strength of your reaction. With her other hand, she continues to play with the hem of your shirt, revealing more and more skin beneath. Her breasts press tighter against yours as she leans in further still, nipples now hard and demanding attention. "What's it gonna be?" She purrs. "The real Satori or...?"

I want the real Satori... I mean... if you're willing to show her. I can be good, Satori. We can have some fun and maybe even help each other out here. Just please... don't force me into anything.

You got it, bitch. Let's see if you can keep up with the real Satori.