Chapter 2: Deskbound Descent

Alex arrived at Kane Enterprises the next morning with a knot of anticipation twisting in his stomach, his mind replaying the events of the previous day in vivid, humiliating detail. The taste of his own cum on Victoria’s nylon-clad foot lingered like a phantom on his tongue, a reminder of how quickly she’d ensnared him. He straightened his tie in the elevator, trying to compose himself, but his cock stirred at the memory of her commanding voice, the slick slide of silk against his skin. Eight o’clock sharp, she’d said. He was five minutes early, but as he stepped into the lobby, the receptionist gave him a knowing smirk that made his cheeks burn. Did she know? Or was it just his paranoia?

Victoria’s office door was ajar when he approached, the faint click of her typing echoing from within. He knocked lightly, and her voice called out, “Enter.” Pushing the door open, he found her seated at her desk, legs crossed, those infamous black nylons once again on display. Today, she wore a form-fitting gray dress that hugged her curves like a lover’s grasp, the hem riding high enough to reveal the sheer material stretching over her thighs. Her feet were encased in open-toed heels, toes peeking out, painted that same sultry red. She didn’t look up from her computer screen, but a faint smile played on her lips. “Close the door, Alex. And lock it.”

He did as instructed, the snick of the lock sealing his fate for the day. The office was bathed in morning light filtering through the blinds, casting shadows that danced across the polished floor. Victoria gestured vaguely to the chair opposite her without glancing his way. “Sit. We have a busy day ahead. Emails to send, reports to review. You’ll assist me.”

Alex sat, his knees brushing the underside of the desk. It was a massive piece of furniture, with plenty of space beneath—space that suddenly felt charged with possibility. As he settled in, Victoria uncrossed her legs, her foot extending forward under the desk. The tip of her heel grazed his ankle, sending a jolt through him. He tried to focus on the screen she turned toward him, a draft email open, but her foot inched higher, the nylon whispering against his pant leg.

“Read this over,” she said coolly, as if nothing were amiss. “Tell me if the tone is appropriate for our investors.” Alex leaned forward, scanning the words, but concentration evaporated as her shoe slipped off, clattering softly to the floor. Her bare nylon foot—warm, insistent—pressed against his calf, sliding upward with deliberate slowness. The fabric was smooth, slightly damp from the confines of her heel, and he could feel the heat of her sole through his trousers.

“Ms. Kane—” he started, his voice a whisper, but she cut him off with a sharp glance. “Focus on the task, Alex. Or do I need to motivate you?” Her toes curled against his knee, flexing in a way that made his breath hitch. He nodded, forcing his eyes back to the screen, but her foot didn’t stop. It ventured higher, pressing into his inner thigh, the arch molding to the muscle there. The pressure was teasing at first, a gentle rub that awakened his cock, stirring it to life beneath his zipper.