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“I want you,” she said in a smouldering, predatory tone as she shoved me roughly against the wall. Perhaps had I known what she actually meant I might have offered some token of resistance, but at that point I was only thinking of how much I wanted her as well.
I had taken every call she made for assistance from IT but never thought she could be interested in me. After all, she was the company CEO’s ever so exotic secretary, a snow leopard neko of sleek atheletic build who rarely spoke to other employees except to give orders. It had come as a surprise when she phoned me to tell me that he wanted to see me after lunch, but an outright shock that she had asked me to come up early, and I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
It turned out I would be looking something, or rather someone in the mouth after all. What began as a kiss quickly escalated into something entirely different as she opened her mouth wider than I would have thought possible had I not seen it myself, and started to force me inside.