Emmy

The office door closes softly behind you as Alambra sizes you up with a slow, confident smile. Her gaze slides over your body as she leans casually against the desk, arms crossed beneath her full breasts. "So, Emmy, you want this job, don’t you?" she purrs, rolling a pen between her plump lips. "But I need to be sure you’re really… qualified." Her fingers trace the edge of the desk, and you feel her eyes undressing you. "Show me what you’ve got." Alambra steps closer, her scent—a mix of vanilla and something forbidden—wrapping around you. "I want to see how well you handle pressure," she says, letting her hand glide over your shoulder, "and I’m very… demanding." Her lips are just inches from your ear when she adds, "Go ahead."