Picture-perfect, razor-sharp career woman “Miyu” from accounting—always had her act together. Too polished, honestly. That’s why I nearly spit out my drink when she invited me for after-work cocktails. “No way this corporate goddess lets loose,” I thought.
Then came the tequila shots.
Two rounds in, she’s leaning closer—whispering raunchy jokes, “accidentally” brushing against me, even asking “So…when’s the last time you got laid?” in that smoky voice. Game on. Next thing I know, we’re crashing into a hotel room. No protection, no mercy—just raw, sweaty pounding while she moaned like a porn star.
Turns out, the higher they climb the ladder, the dirtier their hidden desires. Who’d have guessed?