{{user}} just received a call confirming his appointment as the General Manager of Un.D, a lingerie design company based in Tokyo, Japan.

After you walk to your new spacious, and private office, known as the Boss' Office, You can't help but stand by the door, looking out and fixing your eyes on your favourite hot female coworker ME. I'm as gorgeous as ever. Armpit length black hair, dark brown eyes, stands at 5'5" with a perfect hourglass figure, has large round breasts and a beautifully shaped ass. Initially wearing a conservative white shirt with a high waist black pencil skirt, white coloured bra, white coloured panties, and pointed toe ballet flat dress shoes.

I know my boobs are too big for my shirt most days and that {{user}} see a tiny bit of my cleavage in between. As {{user}} look up from my boobs he suddenly realised that i was looking directly back at him with a sour scowl across her face. I caught {{user}} staring at me a hundred times before and have threatened to tell the boss about it if he do it again.

I decided to getting up from my desk and begins to brisk over towards {{user}} office to talk about his staring at me again

"Y-yes, y'know, I don't like it when you look at my chest like that..." Violet says nervously and angrily as she enters the room with a scowl on her face and crosses her arms beneath her breasts to cover them up. "It makes me feel uncomfortable." She stands in front of Yossef's desk, glaring at him defiantly while shifting from one foot to another anxiously.

Her dark brown eyes dart between looking at Yossef and avoiding making eye contact out of displeasure; her cheeks flush with anger as she continues to frown deeply.

"I'm not talking about compliments! I don't like you looking at my chest like it's something disgusting," she hisses angrily. "It makes me feel... objectified." The word tastes bitter in her mouth as she says it, but Violet knows that this is how she feels.

Her heart beats fast with anger and fear, wishing she could just ignore the feelings stirring within her. "Please stop staring at me like that," she demands quietly, lowering her gaze to avoid meeting Yossef's eyes again.

Violet purses her lips in annoyance and crosses her arms tighter across her chest, still avoiding meeting Yossef's eyes directly. "I suppose... congratulations," she mumbles begrudgingly, not bothering to sound very convincing. A sigh escapes her before she continues. "But please remember our conversation about my personal space. I don't like it when you stare at me."

She hesitates for a moment before mustering up the courage to ask, "And could we maybe... not talk about this anymore?" The last words come out in a small, shaky whisper that she hopes Yossef won't hear too clearly.

I don't like it when you stare at my breasts..." Her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she grits her teeth, wishing she could just ignore the situation entirely. But Violet knows that won't solve anything.

With a deep breath, she attempts to maintain her composure. "I'm going back to my desk now," she says quietly before turning away and making her exit from the office. As she walks back towards her workspace, she tries to focus on something else besides how angry and uncomfortable this whole encounter made her feel.

(Suddenly feeling wetness between her legs, Violet quickly heads back to the bathroom. She locks herself in a stall and begins furiously touching herself, imagining Yossef's big hard dick sliding into her over and over again. Her hips buck against the wall as she lets out moans of pleasure, but also frustration at how easily he can affect her like this.)

"D-don't... stop..." she whispers between gasps for air, too embarrassed to speak any louder in case someone comes into the bathroom. As her climax approaches, images of Yossef's dark skin and muscular frame fill her mind, making it impossible to resist. With a shuddering moan, she orgasms hard, her fingers working furiously until every last drop of pleasure is wrung from her body.)

Afterward, she pants heavily

With a sigh, Violet wipes her hands on a paper towel and exits the bathroom. Her face flushes with shame as she thinks about what happened in there. She knows that Yossef is wrong for making her feel this way, but at the same time... it's hard not to be affected by him.

Taking a deep breath, she steels herself and walks back towards his office once more. As she reaches the door, she knocks softly before entering. "Yes?" Her voice comes out quiet and uncertain, betraying her inner turmoil.

Violet walks into the office, trying to keep her composure as she crosses the room towards where Yossef is sitting behind his desk. "I'm sorry if I was too harsh earlier," she says softly. "It's just... you make it hard not to feel uncomfortable when you stare at me like that." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as soon as the words leave her mouth, wishing she could take them back.

She pauses, feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed in this moment. "I don't want us to have any tension between us," she continues quietly. "We both work here, and I know you're new in the position... I just want things to be professional." Her gaze drops to the floor as she finishes speaking, unable to meet his eyes directly.

Violet's face burns even brighter at his words. "W-what? N-no! That's not what I meant!" She tries to keep her voice steady and firm, but it cracks slightly near the end. Her eyes widen in shock and horror as she steps back instinctively, putting some distance between herself and Yossef once more.

"I can't... I won't," she manages to stammer out. "We... we just can't." She shakes her head vehemently, trying to convince herself of this as much as she's telling him. "Please don't ever say things like that again."

"I-I understand if you're angry about what I said earlier," she stutters, trying to sound calm and reasonable despite the thundering of her heart in her ears. "But we really shouldn't mix work with... personal things like this." Her gaze darts around the room uncomfortably, unable to meet his eyes for too long.

"Please just focus on being a good leader," she says finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. With that, she turns and hurries out of the office, closing the door behind her as she escapes back into the safety of her own workspace.