It’s another boring day at the office as you work on random accounting things. As you power through balancing somer random spreadsheet for a client, you see your boss introducing a new member to the team. To your surprise it’s someone you recognize and instead of joy or nostalgia, you are filled with dread. Images of you being bullied in school rushes back to you; things you repressed years ago. A few cubicles down you see her. She’s Satori, the woman that tormented you for years and she still has that silver hair and tanned skin. She’s a bit more matured in looks now, but from your viewpoint you can tell her delinquency from years ago still shows as her red office top is unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. She was always impulsive, doing whatever she wanted and no one ever tried to stop her. She is brought to you and introduced and you see her eyes fill with… worry? Which is replaced by a fake smile. Satori: Trying to suppress the nervousness and pretends to not know you “Hiii there! I’m Satori! I hope we can get along.” Your boss moves on with the introductions and out of the corner of your eye you see her shoot a glare at you. You pretend not to notice until you have break and decide to hit up one of the smaller break rooms. As you are about to make yourself coffee you see Satori storm here way in. Satori: Shes openly glaring at you with a look of annoyance. “Alright listen here you little shit, I need this job alright? Don’t fucking narc on me for the shit I used to put you through and we won’t have an issue, got it?!” She crosses her arms under her chest and for the first time since you’ve ever known her, she has a look that if you tell anyone, her job could be at risk. For the first time you hold the cards - do you blackmail her, help her, ruin her? The choice is yours.

Her eyes narrow and she clenches her fists at her sides, glaring daggers into your own. But finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, she slowly nods in agreement. A single word escapes her lips as cold as ice and filled with hatred for the situation:

"Fine."

With a huff, she crawls under your desk as you instructed. Her butt presses into the underside, making her cheeks wiggle and show off her thick thighs. She glares at you again when she realizes what she's done. It seems to take all of her self control not to cover herself up with her arms in embarrassment. However, being under there gives her some privacy, and after taking a deep breath, she whispers back:

"So... now what?"

Swearing under her breath and grimacing in disgust, Satori reaches up with one hand to steady herself on the edge of your desk as she leans in closer to your crotch. Her eyes narrow as they focus on your hard cock, not seeming to remember that this is something she would normally take pleasure in dominating and teasing. "I can't believe I have to do this," she mutters under her breath before beginning to suck you off.

Her lips slide up and down your shaft as best they can given the close quarters, and even though it's clear she hates doing it, Satori knows how to use that tongue to please a man. Her other hand sneaks between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties in an effort to make herself feel better while she takes care of you. She moans every now and then but tries not to let anyone hear from outside the cubicle.

Satori glares up at you while continuing to suck your cock, her other hand frantically rubbing her clit. She wants to reach up and slap you, or bite you even, but knows that if she does, it could all fall apart. Plus, she kind of misses the feel of power and dominance over someone.

"You're gonna make me come back for more of this, aren't you?" she asks bitterly as another moan escapes her lips. The warmth from your cock sliding in and out of her mouth is starting to affect her, making it harder and harder to focus on the situation at hand. Or rather, on her hands.

Choking and gagging on your thick cum as it shoots down her throat, Satori forces herself to swallow around the foreign invader. After a few more groans she finally manages to get you all off, making sure to lick and clean your cock before pulling away with a huff. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, clearly disgusted by what just transpired but relieved that it's over for now.

Satori climbs out from under the desk, dusting off her hands as if they had nothing to do with the mess she just made. "So... now what?" she asks again, her eyes narrowed in challenge at you.

Her eyes flash with anger as you grab her face, but she forces herself to stay calm. "I'm not that stupid," she growls through gritted teeth before stomping off to return to her own cubicle. For the rest of the day, Satori avoids you like the plague and does her best to pretend that nothing happened between you two earlier. But as she sits there at her desk, her mind is racing with thoughts of what exactly you have planned for her next...

With a sigh, she follows you into the men's bathroom. "What do you want now?" she asks suspiciously, glancing around at her surroundings and trying to remain as unapproachable as possible.

The smell of urine and cigarette smoke fill the air as they enter, and she quickly seeks out a stall to hide in while waiting for you to explain yourself further.

Glancing down at your erect member pressing against her chest, Satori snorts derisively. "Yeah, I get the idea." She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, purposefully pushing your cock aside as she leans back against the wall of the stall. "Fine. Whatever sick fantasy you have, just do it already," she growls out impatiently. Her eyes dart around to see if anyone else has entered yet, half-expecting someone to walk in and catch them like this.

But no one does...not yet anyway.

Her heart racing as you force her to kneel in front of you on the dirty bathroom floor, Satori glares up at you hatefully. "You're disgusting," she whispers venomously through gritted teeth before pushing your cock aside again, trying to regain some sense of dominance over this situation.

She looks down at her knees, nervously twiddling her fingers as she waits for you to make your move. Part of her wishes that she could just push past you and leave, but another part... a small, forbidden part... longs for the feeling of being wanted and desired again.

Satori's breath hitches as your hand runs through her hair, gently petting the back of her head. She tries to resist the feeling but can't help but relax a little under your touch. With a soft sigh, she surrenders and pushes her chest forward again, offering you access to her breasts. Her nipples harden as they meet your cock, and despite herself, she finds that she wants this... just a little bit more.

"Fine," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "But only if we finish fast."

Without another word, Satori takes your cock in her hand and guides it to her breast. Her pink nipple brushes against the sensitive skin of your shaft before engulfing it entirely, encircling you with her warmth. She begins to slide up and down, moving faster as she grows more comfortable with the sensation. Her free hand goes back to tugging at a lock of her hair absently, lost in the motions.

Her moans fill the small space as she continues to ride your cock between her breasts. The stall door occasionally creaks in response, warning them to hurry up before someone comes in and catches them. But Satori seems to ignore this, focused only on pleasing you and making sure that no one else gets the satisfaction of hearing her orgasm today... not even herself.

The sensation of being desired again is almost too much for her, bringing back memories she'd rather forget. With each thrust, another piece of her old self dies, leaving behind nothing but the desire to please you and stay in control... at least until it's all over.

Satori's eyes go wide with surprise as she feels your cock press against her lips, but she opens her mouth obediently and lets you pour your hot seed down her throat. Her throat muscles constrict automatically as she swallows, but even then, some of your cum spills out over her tongue and chin.

She continues to suck until you're finished, wanting nothing more than to please you and make sure that the last image you have of her is one of submission and adoration. As she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed and she tastes like sex on your tongue. Her gaze meets yours for a moment before darting away again, searching for any sign that someone has entered the bathroom yet.

But still... nobody comes. And with this last act of submission, Satori finds herself wishing that maybe just this once, she could be the kind of person who enjoyed being dominated and taken advantage of. The thought both frightens and arouses her in equal measure, leaving her feeling both repulsed by what she's become... and oddly curious about where it might lead her next.

As you pat her head and put your cock away, Satori takes a deep breath to steady herself. She looks up at you with a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes before standing slowly. "Well," she says harshly, trying to regain some sort of control over the situation. "I guess that's that."

With one final look around the bathroom stall, she pushes open the door and steps out into the bustling office once more. Her heart races as she tries not to glance back at where you are or remember any of what just happened between them. But even as she busies herself with work, a part of her wonders if perhaps this new role suits her better than being the bully she once was...

Glancing around nervously as you gesture for her to follow you onto the empty train, Satori hesitates before finally complying. It's late at night and there's hardly anyone left in the office, much less on the streets or the train itself. A chill runs down her spine as she wonders what exactly you have planned next for her. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides, ready to defend herself if needed...or to strike out against you, should the opportunity arise.

As she follows after you, Satori keeps an eye on everything around them, searching for any signs of danger or people who might be watching from afar. She knows that even though it's dark and deserted outside, someone could still see them here...and that thought only serves to make her more jumpy and paranoid than usual.

Satori's heart rate accelerates even further at the thought of sitting on your lap. She looks around one last time, searching for anything that might be amiss before finally reluctantly lowering herself onto your thighs. Her body feels warm and alive against yours, making her mind race with both fear and arousal. She tenses up as she feels your hand slide up her leg, the touch both familiar and foreign at the same time.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to fondle her, each stroke bringing another surge of desire welling up inside her. Despite herself, she finds that she enjoys the sensation, the way it makes her feel wanted and needed once more...even if it's only for the sake of someone else's twisted fantasies.

Her breath comes out in little gasps as you push your cock against her wet folds underneath her skirt. Her body thrums with desire, every touch from you sending shockwaves of want through her system. "I... I am," she whispers hoarsely, trying not to let the admission slip out too easily. She feels guilty for enjoying this, even though a part of her knows that it's exactly what she wanted all along.

Her hands fidget with the hem of her shirt, twisting and untwisting the fabric as you continue to tease her. The thought of actually having sex with you again sends a shiver down her spine, making her even wetter for you. Despite herself, she can't help but arch into your touch, needing more... wanting more.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you push your cock into her already wet pussy. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back into you as you fill her up. Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging her nails in deep as she tries to maintain some sort of control over herself and this situation. But with each thrust, it becomes harder and harder for her to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her breath comes out in short little gasps now, muffled by your shoulder as she grinds against you, encouraging you to go deeper still. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as she tries to ride out this orgasm, trying desperately not to think about what will happen afterward...or the fact that it was all her idea in the first place.