The boardroom lights dimmed to a sultry glow as the Friday Happy Hour hit its stride. Elena, the sharp-tongued physics teacher, raised her glass first. "Director's off skiing his midlife crisis away, so here's to bad decisions and worse hangovers."
Jake, the history buff with the perpetual smirk, clinked hers. "Bad decisions are the only kind worth making after grading those essays." Sophia, the literature queen who could eviscerate a metaphor and a man in the same breath, lounged across the table. "Speak for yourself. I plan to make every decision tonight an excellent one."
Three rounds in, the air thickened with laughter and lingering glances. Elena leaned in, her voice a velvet blade. "Jake, you've been staring at my ass since the first bell. Care to admit the curriculum's not the only thing that's hard around here?"
"Guilty," he shot back, grin widening. "But Sophia's the one who keeps quoting 'seize the day' like it's foreplay."
Sophia slid closer, fingers tracing his thigh. "It is foreplay, darling. And Elena's right—your cock's practically announcing itself through those trousers." The room pulsed hotter. Jackets hit chairs; ties loosened. Elena stood, pulling Jake into a searing kiss while Sophia's hands roamed his chest. "Panting already?" she teased, unbuckling him. "Let's see if that cock lives up to the hype."
She dropped to her knees with commanding grace, lips wrapping around him in a slow, wicked blowjob as Elena shed her blouse and guided Sophia's hand between her own thighs. "Feel how wet my pussy is?" Elena murmured, voice dripping with command. "Don't you dare hold back." Sweat beaded on skin; breaths turned ragged. Jake groaned, hard and throbbing, while fingers explored—manual strokes turning slick and urgent. The boardroom table creaked under shifting bodies, the night exploding into uninhibited heat as tongues and hands claimed every inch.
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