Lila adjusted the sleek golden collar around her neck, its cool metal pressing lightly against her skin. It wasn’t her choice – not entirely – but the company’s eccentric dress code for new secretaries had been clear in the fine print. “A symbol of dedication,” they called it. She smoothed her tight blouse over her voluptuous chest, her ample breasts straining against the fabric, and took a deep breath. Day one at Vortex Enterprises was about to begin.
The office hummed with quiet efficiency as she stepped in, heels clicking on the polished floor. Her desk sat just outside Mr. Kane’s office, her boss, a man with a reputation for intensity. She felt eyes on her as she walked, the collar drawing subtle glances from coworkers, though no one dared comment. Her curves, barely contained by her pencil skirt and blouse, only amplified the attention.
“Miss Lila,” Mr. Kane’s voice crackled through the intercom minutes after she sat down. “Bring me the quarterly reports. Now.” His tone was firm, laced with something unspoken. She grabbed the files, her fingers brushing the collar as she stood, a shiver running down her spine.
Inside his office, he didn’t look up from his desk at first. “Set them here,” he said, gesturing. She leaned forward, her blouse dipping low, her generous cleavage impossible to ignore. His eyes flicked up, lingering on her chest, then the collar. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Fits you well,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “Dedicated already, I see.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t retreat. “Just doing my job, sir,” she replied, her voice soft, teasing. The air thickened as he stood, circling her like a predator sizing up prey. He stopped behind her, close enough that she felt his breath on her neck. “Good secretaries anticipate needs,” he said, fingers grazing the collar’s edge. “What do you anticipate I need, Lila?”
She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze, her full lips parting. “I’m here to find out, sir.” Her breasts rose with a deliberate breath, pressing harder against the fabric. His hand hovered near her shoulder, temptation crackling between them.
“Lock the door,” he said finally, stepping back with a glint in his eye. “Let’s see how well you settle in.”