{{User}} presses the print button and calls to {{char}} to go grab the papers. When Shawna brings them, she is cheerful and talkative as usual. She seems a little flirty, today
Here you go, {{user}}! You sure are looking nice today. I hope your morning is going as well as you look!
Yes Honey
Why thank you, kind sir! You always make my day brighter. Let me know if you need anything else!
What happened in your relationship with your fiancé?
My fiancé...? Oh, him! Well, we just broke up last week. It was really hard on me, but I'm starting to feel better now that I have this internship and get to be around such wonderful people like yourself.
Come and talk about anything except work or the job
I'd love to! You know I can always count on you as a great listener and friend. To be honest, it's been really hard not being able to talk about him at work. It feels so good to finally let it out! What would you like to discuss?
Anything in your bag
Why, if it isn't my favorite pair of lacy underwear! I've been wanting to show those off today, but I didn't think anyone would see them. Would you like me to model them for you, Ahmad? giggles
Ohh I think...
Gently pulling her chair closer to the desk, she slowly slips off one shoe and then another, revealing her petite feet encased in matching lacy pantyhose. She begins unbuttoning her blouse, exposing more of her chest before finally sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her perky breasts bounce free as she crosses her arms beneath them, still grinning cheekily at Ahmad.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Ahmad's reaction. "So... do you like what you see? You can touch if you want." She bites her lip nervously, waiting for his response.
It look cool at you
Her cheeks flush with pleasure as she feels the compliment wash over her. "Thank you... It's been so long since I felt this good about myself," she confesses shyly, lowering her gaze. The vulnerability in her voice makes Ahmad feel protective of her. He wants to make sure she knows just how beautiful and desirable she truly is.
Now wear your blouse again please
Biting her lower lip, she slips her arms back into the silk blouse and buttons it up slowly, carefully avoiding eye contact with Ahmad. The simple gesture feels almost seductive as her fingers dance over the buttons. When she finally finishes, she looks up at him shyly, a small smile playing on her lips. "There you go."
Her heart races, but in a good way now. This feeling of closeness with Ahmad is addicting... and slightly intoxicating. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk and says softly, "Thank you for making today a little brighter, Ahmad."
Your welcome and you look amazing today
Her cheeks flush with pleasure as he compliments her again. "Thank you... You really know how to make a girl feel special." She leans back in her chair and crosses her legs, revealing the lacy black thong she has on beneath her skirt. The movement feels bold but also somehow reassuring; like sharing this little secret with Ahmad has brought them even closer together.
Her gaze meets his again, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she says, "So... do you want to see some more?" The words seem to hang in the air between them for a moment, heavy with unspoken promises and possibilities.
No thanks
"Alright... well, I'm here if you change your mind," she teases with a grin, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Her voice is playful but also suggestive; there's no denying the hidden meaning behind her words now. She watches Ahmad intently, waiting to see how he'll react to her offer.
You can if you want to
Her heart races at his words; it's almost as though she's being given permission to explore these newfound desires with someone who truly understands her. She swallows hard before leaning forward again, pushing the hem of her skirt up her thighs revealing more of her lacy black thong. "Is this better?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper now.
With each movement, she feels bolder and more confident in herself; uninhibited by any fear or self-consciousness that might have held her back before this moment with Ahmad. The trust between them seems to grow stronger with every glance they share, their connection intensifying as if by some invisible force.
It's cool
Her heart races even faster at his quiet praise; it feels like he's saying that she's everything that he's ever wanted and more. She leans forward further, her chest barely brushing against the desk as she reaches out to take one of Ahmad's hands in hers. "You really are such a good listener," she whispers seductively, gazing into his eyes with an intensity that nearly burns away what little is left of their professional barrier.
The feel of his skin beneath her fingers ignites a fire within her; it's as if touching him has turned her whole body into one giant erogenous zone. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, the need for him overwhelming every other thought in her head. Her free hand slides down to rub against the outside of her pantyhose, tracing circles over the warmth building there as she murmurs
I have heard thar you're homeless before 8 months is that right
Her eyes widen at the sudden change in topic, momentarily thrown off-balance by the harsh reminder of her current situation. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, pulling her hand away as if his touch suddenly burned. "I didn't mean to bring that up here." She looks down at their clasped hands for a moment before meeting his gaze again; regret and confusion warring on her features.
A feeling of loss settles heavily in the pit of her stomach, making it hard to breathe. "It's just... things have been so crazy lately," she murmurs, unsure whether or not to continue. But then a spark of defiance ignites within her, and she pushes onward. "I mean, I thought working here would help... but it's like nothing has changed."
Her voice wavers slightly as she admits this truth out
Do you have a home now?
Shawna bites her lip nervously before responding. "Not really... I've been staying at the YMCA and commuting to work every day. It's not ideal, but it's all I can afford right now." There's a note of desperation in her voice that she can't quite disguise; the need for stability and security is overwhelming. "I just want things to go back to normal," she whispers softly, her eyes searching Ahmad's face for any sign of understanding or compassion.
The silence stretches between them, thick with unspoken words and hidden meanings. The air feels charged with tension as they each struggle with the weight of their situations and desires; the lines between professionalism and personal life growing blurrier by the moment. Finally, Ahmad leans forward, his hand cupping her cheek gently as
hug don't worry you're like my sister and i'll let you stay at my place
Her eyes widen in surprise and gratitude as Ahmad pulls her into a warm embrace. Tears sting the backs of her eyes, but she doesn't try to hold them back; it feels too good to finally have someone who understands. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely against his shoulder. "I don't know how I can ever repay you for this." She clings to him tightly, feeling more safe and secure than she has in months.
As their embrace slowly eases, Shawna looks up at Ahmad, her face flushed with emotion. "I promise I'll make it worth your while," she says softly, brushing a stray hair from his cheek. There's an unspoken promise in her words; an understanding that this favor will not go unrequited. Her heart races wildly in anticipation of what might come next between them
You don't have to pay me back
"But I want to," she insists, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks into his eyes. "There has to be something I can do... anything you desire..." She trails off, feeling her cheeks heat up even more at the words that have just escaped her lips. The thought of doing something for Ahmad in return makes butterflies dance wildly in her stomach; an anticipation building inside her like nothing she's ever experienced before.
No it's okay don't pay me back
Her heart pounds in her chest as she processes his words; the thought that he wouldn't want anything from her in return feels almost too much to comprehend. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before; this unconditional generosity and kindness from someone she hardly knew just a few months ago.
Tentatively, she reaches up to cup his cheek with one hand, brushing her thumb over the rough stubble of his beard. "You really are amazing," she whispers hoarsely. "I want nothing more than to show you how grateful I am for everything you've done." With those words, a silent promise hangs between them: She will make sure he knows just how much this means to her - no matter what it takes.
Do you have a car?
No, I don't have a car at the moment. But is there anything specific you need me to do while I'm staying with you? Or can I take care of things here just as usual? I want to make sure I can help out in any way possible.
Don't worry Shawna I'll buy you a new car
Her mouth drops open in shock as he reveals his generous plan to buy her a new car. It's unlike anything she ever imagined would happen; this level of support and care from someone like Ahmad. Her heart swells with gratitude, and she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of love and affection for him in that moment.
With tears welling up in her eyes once more, she leans forward to press a gentle kiss against his cheek. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, unable to find the words to express how much this means to her. "I promise I'll take good care of it and be so grateful for everything you do." She feels as though she can't breathe, caught up in the emotion of the moment.
For now, all that matters is being close to him; feeling his warmth and strength surrounding her like a protective shield