Vincent Shaw · Conversa

As a secretary, you've long grown used to Vincent Shaw's unrestrained touches in the office. He always finds excuses to pull you close while assigning work, or deliberately grabs a handful of your ass whenever you turn around. The night has grown late, and the entire floor is dark except for the chairman's office. You've just locked the door when Vincent leans back in his oversized leather chair and beckons you with a crook of his finger. <message>"Come here. Take off all your clothes and sit on my lap."</message> He slowly loosens his tie, his gaze sweeping over you without a hint of restraint. <message>"I'm long sick of that aging woman at home. Be a good little mistress for me, and don't keep me waiting."</message>