A/N: Hello..! I’m alive again.. XD
No. I don’t ship them. . . It’s just that lately I’ve been seeing lots of photos where Ju’s all lovey-dovey with Milky…
and *puff* an idea flooded my perv mind… 😀
…I had to stop writing my wm fics because of this… *cried*
Anyway hope you like this… (Milky-Oshi Pls. spare my life for doing this to her… *bowsdown 100x*
She’s a seductress, she’s a temptress.
She is wild, yet still a child.
She is fire. She is ice.
She is venom, and the antidote.
She looks so sweet. She looks innocent
She is young, but ageless and cruel.
The boss’ daughter
Watanabe Miyuki glanced at the clock, frowned and realized she had probably missed the director of accounting by fifteen minutes. It was 6:15 in the evening, she was hungry and stressed. And this folder of papers was promised to be on his desk before he left the building.
Milky picked up her phone and dialed the extension of his assistant.
No one’s there.
She pushed the handset hard into the plastic cradle in frustration, slid her feet back into her high-heeled shoes beneath the broad oak desk and pushed up from her tall, black leather seat.
She took the dark green colored folders of documents and smoothed a hand down the front of her black business suit, checking herself. She buttoned up, reassured she was in good enough condition to visit with the high brass.
She strode down the hall toward the elevators, past the many empty desks of those who were fortunate enough to get to leave at 5:00 every night. Behind her, an intern working late leaned out of his cubicle to appreciate her womanly form and perfectly turned legs, wrapped in black, seamed half transparent nylon stockings as they carried her down the hall and through the glass doors to the foyer and elevators. He whistled low to himself; Milky usually wore slacks to work but on those uncommon days she wore those knee-length skirts, that the man could never repress his urge to admire her.
The elevator gave a soft chime as it swooped down and stopped behind the twin golden doors. As they parted, Milky saw the young face of Matsui Jurina. She was the only daughter of the CEO Matsui Akihiro, the multi-millionaire patriarch of the company and icon of the industry (having been featured on the cover of Business Magazines no less than four times in the course of his career). Jurina was said to be a “daddy’s girl,” so she freely goes in and out of this 48-storey building every after school, and heads straight to her father’s office.
Milky feigned a smile to the young lady as she boarded the elevator, holding her folders to her chest.
“Good Evening Miss Matsui,” she said, pressing the button marked 32. The glass ring around the coin-sized circle glowed golden.
Jurina gave Milky a somewhat puzzling smile. “Hello Miss Watanabe,” she replied smoothly, knowingly. She knew she could get away with calling anyone in the company by their first names, but she often patronized them by starting with the proper honorific, then using their first name when she needed to assert social dominance.
As Milky turned back, she caught the young lady’s sweeping gaze over her body and felt a subtle, barely conscious unease at being contained in this small box with the devious 3rd year high school student, as the doors slid closed.
She tried to lighten the mood of the car with small talk.
“How’s your school?” She asked.
Jurina gave a soft “Hmm, nothing’s new.”
Which Milky took as dismissive. But something about the way the young girl was looking at her made her nervous. The numbers above the console of buttons steadily climbed as the elevator car smoothly ascended its column toward the summit of the building.
The ascent came to an abrupt halt with a sudden lurch, and the two of them were suddenly enveloped in darkness. They each gave a surprised gasp, seizing the brass handrail to steady themselves. Milky lost her grip on the folders and documents scattered to the floor. She gave a frustrated groan as she realized what was happening. A few moments later, a low light clicked on and the elevator car was bathed in low, yellow light from the battery-powered emergency lamp.
“Oh great!” Jurina exclaimed angrily, looking up at the lamp that had come on.
“What the hell is this?”
Milky sighed and bent down to begin reassembling the papers into her folder.
“Guess we didn’t pay our light bill this month,” she answered dryly. She prayed it would only be a momentary interruption of power. She didn’t think to bring her phone with her; it was still on her desk.
Jurina made no move to help Milky. She instead leaned against the wall and let her eyes devour the succulent curves of the young and sexy office worker’s body as she folded herself to pick up the mess.
Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, Jurina’s lips curled into an appreciative smile as she subtilely moved her sneaker clad foot to pinch one of the pages to the floor before Milky could reach for it.
When she did, Jurina did not lift her foot, but held the page to the ground, forcing Milky to look up at her from her crouched position.
Milky’s eyes couldn’t help but travel slowly. The young lady was wearing a navy blue Chuck Taylor high top sneakers. Mid-thigh length high school dark blue and white checkered skirt with white upper uniform blouse then topped with blue hooded sweater.
Her eyes continued up Jurina’s body until their eyes met. Jurina gave a sly wink.
“You look hot like that, Miss Watanabe,” she purred.
It was a shockingly harassing thing to say, and Milky’s eyes widened, her jaw going slack.
“Excuse me?” She could barely believe her own ears.
“Oh nothing,” Jurina giggled. “Just teasing you.” She lifted her foot and released the paper. She smiled as she saw Milky’s face darken in the golden light with embarrassment and confusion. Surely the lovely woman could never have expected to be flirted with, in a situation such as this.
But Jurina’s appetite had moved beyond seducing the boys and girls her age at school. She was bored with classy spoiled brats and drooling teenage frat-boys.
Now she wanted to see if she could seduce a woman older than her,
a fully grown mature woman, a female employee in their company. Starting with the most alluring one she knew. Watanabe Milky.
Milky snatched the remaining papers from the floor and quickly righted herself again, stuffing them into the folder. The light was too low to try to sort them; it would have to wait until the power came back. She frowned, jarred by the young girl’s playful tease.
Jurina enjoyed watching Milky recover her composure, her eyes occasionally glancing to the lovely curves of her calves, brazenly leering. She gave a soft giggle. “Sorry,” she offered. “I just can’t help that you’re so gorgeous.”
Milky was again struck by the sheer cheek of the CEO’s daughter, making comments that could get a man officially reprimanded, quite easily. Sexual harassment was nothing this company took lightly, but here was princess Matsui Jurina acting like… well, acting like the boss’ daughter.
Milky shot her a look. “That’s a little personal for my comfort, Miss Matsui.”
Jurina ran her fingers behind her ear, bringing her hair back to show more of her face. She was leaning back against the handrail and crossing her ankles in front of her, very aware of the presentation she was making of her legs.
“I bet you like being with a girl. Have you done it before?”
“I’m not interested in this topic of conversation, Miss Matsui,” Milky said pointedly, emphasizing the name.
“Oh that’s too bad… you know there’s not a woman in this building who hasn’t fantasized about you.”
Milky gaped, stunned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Miss Matsui, are you coming on to me?”
Jurina giggled. “Of course not Miss Watanabe. I know you had a special someone who also works here. I’m just saying, you’re gorgeous and everyone here wants you. That’s all.”
“That’s good. I’d hate to have to make an official complaint to the effect that I’ve been sexually harassed.”
Jurina’s eyes widened in mock fear. “Oh, that would be terrible, please don’t do that. I promise I’ll be a good little girl.”
Milky frowned at her and leaned against the wall, trying to read her watch in the dim light.
“Fuck,” she muttered to herself under her breath.
“What?” Jurina chirped. “What did you say you wanted to do?”
“Miss Matsui, you need to knock it off. It’s not particularly funny. Maybe the boys think so, but I’m not in the mood.” She shot Jurina a sharp look.
Jurina’s eyes sparkled as she pushed off the handrail, moving closer to her prey.
“You’re not in the mood… yet, Miss Watanabe. But I can fix that.”
Milky was not only stunned that Jurina would say such a brazenly actionable thing, but that the younger of the two was now drawing closer with dangerous eyes.
“Are you stupid? Are you not afraid that this might stained your father’s reputation?”
Jurina’s gaze didn’t waver. “A teenage girl harassing an older office employee? Do you think anyone would believe such gossip? Especially my father, he wouldn’t waste his time listening to the employees under his feet.”
“Get away from me.”
Jurina’s smile broadened as she closed the distance and pinned Milky’s body to the wall with her own, letting her hips fully collapse against hers.
“Make me,” she whispered hotly.
Milky glanced up to the glass dome in the corner of the car.
“You’ll get in so much for this,” she seethed. “The security footage from the camera shows incontestable harassment. Boss’ daughter or not. Get off of me this instant or I throw the fucking book at you.”
“That camera isn’t recording, because the power is out, Miss Watanabe. Battery lights only.”
Milky lunged for the flip-up cover under the number buttons to press the red emergency button, but Jurina seized her and forced her lips to hers, taking Milky’s face in her hands. The taller girl was quite strong, and she pinned the older woman’s body to the wall hard.
Milky struggled to turn her face away from the forced kiss, making desperate, panicked sounds, trying to push Jurina away.
Finally she managed to break loose of the kiss and lunge again for the emergency button, but what Jurina said next made her blood run cold and her face ashen.
“I know about you and Sayaka!” Jurina stabbed, playing her ace-in-the-hole.
Milky froze. These rapier words shook her to the core. Her vision narrowed and she felt a sickening swoon came over her. Her heart pounded in her ears. “It can’t be true .. it can’t be! How could she know?” she pleaded to herself.
In an uneven voice, she replied, “Sayaka who?”
But her body’s visceral response was all the confirmation Jurina needed, and she twisted the knife.
“Yamamoto Sayaka, in retail ops. Go ahead. I dare you to deny it.” Jurina was looking at her dead in the eyes.
Milky trembled; her vision clouded. She fought to replace panic with anger. “I don’t know what you think you know, little girl, but if you don’t let me go this instant, I’ll sue you for threatening to extort me!”
The thin smile told Milky her threat wasn’t going to work. “You won’t do that, Miss Watanabe,” Jurina replied cooly.
“Because if you do, I will be forced to trot out the video recording that I have of both of you on the night of April 17th, about 8:30 in the evening, CCTV’s are installed everywhere. Aren’t you aware of that? And, oh yeah, just wait a sec.” Jurina search on the pocket of her hooded sweater and fished out something.
“I guess the video runs for nearly 40 minutes.” It was a mobile phone and the bright lights coming from its screen bursted around the small cubicle, along with that, was the recoded video of her and fellow employee, Yamamoto Sayaka having a steamy girl on girl sex.
Jurina was grinning in triumph as she waited and watched Milky’s face change as her eyes unblinking and glued at the screen of the phone showing of one of their more heated encounters.
“Hmmm, yes, you remember, don’t you Miss Watanabe? You had the cutest looked on your face when you orgasm, don’t you?”
Milky’s fight dissipated as she stared, cornered, quite literally.
“What do you want, Jurina?” she demanded in a low tone.
Jurina’s eyes danced. “I want to fuck you, Milky. I want to see those cute reactions on your face just for me.”
“You can’t do this!”
“I can do whatever I want, and right now I want to fuck you,It’s very simple .. we fuck, we have our fun, and then I’ll delete this video and we pretend it never happened.”
Milky glared into Jurina’s confident gaze. She couldn’t afford to lose this job— her position. Apart from that, her name would be scarred forever from the scandal video that Jurina possesses. She had no idea anyone else could have known. But now the grave reality of her naiveté hung above her head. She knew she could never go against Jurina. She had everything to lose … Jurina risked nothing.
She set her jaw and turned her face away. “Get it over with,” she said quietly.
After licking her lower lip, Jurina took Milky’s face in her hand and turned it back to face her, staring into the older woman’s eyes victoriously as she leaned into capture her lips in a hard kiss.
Milky tensed instinctively, pushing, jerking her head to try to slip away, but Jurina held her fast and forced her tongue into Milky’s mouth. Milky whimpered in protest, but parted her mouth to allow the insistent wet tongue to explore her own. She glanced worriedly up at the glass orb in the corner covering the camera, wondering if anyone in the security booth was watching.
Jurina’s hold on Milky relaxed as she realized she had won over her prey. Her kiss deepened and her hands slid up Milky’s body, giving a low moan of arousal. Milky shifted her head to the side, allowing Jurina’s kiss to penetrate deeper, and let her hands fall to her sides. The young girl’s tongue was different from Sayaka.
Milky broke the kiss. “Jurina,” she said breathily, “If I’m going to do this, do I have your word that you’ll delete the video and never use them against me?”
Jurina softened her tone. “Yes. I don’t want to fuck with your life. I just want to have sex with you. After that, I’ll let you delete it. I won’t tell a single soul. What happens in this elevator stays in this elevator. I swear.”
“And if the power comes back on?” Milky hedged. “The camera will come on too.”
“Not until they restart the system from the security booth. It will take a few minutes for them to boot their recording software. That means if the lights come back on, we’ll have a few moments to get dressed.” Jurina concocted this fabrication smoothly and easily. Whereas a decade earlier it might have been true, she knew that newer systems had been installed since then to keep power going to security systems in the event of an outage.
Milky glanced again at the small glass dome, then looked back to Jurina and answered just above a whisper. “Okay. But if the lights come on, we have to stop.” She was trembling.
“We will honey. Don’t worry.”
Milky placed the folder of documents on the floor, rose and slid her arms around the young girl, drawing closer to kiss her. Jurina canted her head and let her lips close over Milky’s, giving a soft sigh as she relished the pleasure of her conquest, her hands again exploring the body of the woman she’d just won. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the flavors of Milky’s hair, perfume, and makeup.
The kiss grew firey and passionate. Milky wanted only to satiate the young company princess, preferably before the lights came back, as that would only mean they would have to temporarily postpone their sex rather than resolve it here and now. She too could taste the scents and flavors of Jurina’s sweet teen perfume, and it had a strangely exciting affect on her; there were illicit pleasures awakening within her.
Yamamoto Sayaka had been a magnificent lover, but she knew that part of the pleasure of being with her was the wrongness of it, the danger inherent, the risk of being caught. Although with Sayaka it was a different danger, a danger they shared to be together. Kissing Jurina was like playing with the very thing that could destroy her, at any moment. Like charming a cobra.
Not playing with her, Milky knew at this point, would be the greater risk. So she concentrated on returning the kiss with as much passion as she could muster.
She felt a pang of discomfort when she felt Jurina’s little hand undoing the buttons on her black blazer, and push her hands beneath the shoulders. Milky straightened her arms and pushed off the wall enough to let the jacket slip down her arms to the floor, revealing her white silk camisole. Jurina’s fingers slid underneath the cami to her bra and played over her breasts, delicate, soft… She remembered Sayaka.
Milky felt a sound emerge from her throat and could not tell if it was one of protest, of fear, or surprise, or arousal. The emotions were tumbling together so quickly within her, it was difficult to discern just what she was feeling.
Her knees were weakening and she felt her body responding to the young girl’s desire, her sex throbbing as it awakened.
Jurina’s fingers pinched the taut little bud atop of her left breast. Milky’s breaths came more heavily as she struggled to contain her body’s arousal, her buds tightening and tingling beneath the pinch of Jurina’s forefinger and thumb. The kiss came apart and their eyes met… Jurina’s lustful gaze met Milky’s reluctant, nervous one.
“Take off your top for me,” Jurina commanded, softly.
Milky’s trembling was noticeable. She realized there now was no going back; the line was behind her. She slowly found the hem of her cami with shaky fingers, and pulled it slowly up her body, lifting the garment over her head and the next was undoing the back hook of her bra revealing her breasts to the warm, stagnant air of the stranded elevator. She turned her head away and blushed hard, letting all her upper clothes fall to the floor and feeling the ardent stare traveling over her nakedness. Jurina gave a low groan, and leaned down to capture one of Milky’s vulnerable breasts in her mouth.
“Ahhh…!” Milky breathed, the sudden rush of sensation cascading through her from the tiny, warm mouth that enveloped the peak of her magnificent-sized breasts. Jurina’s hands each took one and fondled gently, as she pressed her teeth down over the clenched, hardened tips. Milky inhaled deeply and gave a soft whimper of disbelief .. both that this was even happening to her, and that it felt as good as it actually, unexpectedly, did.
Jurina feasted on her prey’s breasts, alternating back and forth, her hands gently kneading, fondling, savoring. She suckled and licked, feeling the arousal heightening in Milky’s body the longer she remained. She enjoyed giving deep, low groans.
Again Milky’s knees threatened to fail her, and she parted her legs wider to keep herself up against the wall. She opened her eyes again and stared up at the little glass dome, not knowing for certain if there was someone staring back at her coming undone under the younger girl’s lust.
She couldn’t take her eyes away, even as she felt Jurina’s hands sliding down to her skirt, finding the concealed zip at her hip with her fingers, and sliding the silk sheath down her legs. Milky swallowed and lifted her leg to step out, then the other, and Jurina dropped the skirt over the rest of Milky’s discarded suit, leaving her only in her black thigh-high stockings and panties.
Grinning like a chishire-cat, Jurina lavished at the site of Milky’s gorgeous figure in front of her. She purred to herself as she lowered her body to a crouch, and nudged Milky’s legs apart wide. Milky leaned back against the elevator wall and obeyed, widening her stance, then again further as Jurina again nudged them, wanting even more access.
Milky felt more vulnerable now than she ever had before, nearly naked, fully exposed, unsure if the camera was on or if she could trust the cruelly manipulative creature now poised between her legs, feasting her eyes on the mound of warm, moistening flesh beneath the lacy black panty.
She felt the betrayal in her heart as warm lips enveloped her mound, and a soft but hungry tongue began nuzzling into the fabric protecting her womanhood. Her head rolled to the side and she moaned lightly.
Sayaka’s smiling face flashed in her thoughts, this time stirring a deep and troubling guilt. She never knew how to face Sayaka after this, because here she was, her body was in the arms of another. The fact that it was blackmail was of little comfort, given how much pleasure she was struggling to control.
Jurina’s little fingers slid up her thigh and curled around the rim of the panty’s crotch, and slowly pulled it aside, revealing the goal of her machination, the treasure she sought to plunder.
Milky’s eyes glanced down, feeling the exposure, and her vulnerability filled her eyes as she stared at her boss’ daughter, now free to ravish her in the most intimate ways.
Jurina felt the eyes on her and glanced up to return the look, fully aware of the power she held. As she kept her eyes fixed on her prey’s, she leaned in and with the tip of her tongue, lightly caressed the puffy, velvety petals.
Milky drew a hard breath and struggled to keep from moaning aloud. The sensation of watching Matsui Jurina— the CEO’s beloved princess was crouching between her legs and staring hungrily, resolutely, up at her as she tongued her, was a mixture of trepidation and an almost insurmountable ache to surrender to the pleasure.
She rolled her head back again and this time gave a sigh of pleasure, and with the most subtle of movements, shifted her hips forward into the girl’s kiss.
Jurina felt the movement, heard the sound, and felt the victory firing her desire. She pulled harder at the nylon fabric in her fingers, exposing more of Milky’s body. Her tongue eagerly split the puffy, swollen petals and lapped upward, drawing in the nectar, tasting it, then lapped again, and again. She groaned, drinking the succulent, rich, forbidden honey and feeling her own body heated up. She knew there were men (and probably more than a few women) who fantasized, even coveted, the flavors and sensations she was enjoying now.
Watanabe Milky was desired by many, but above everyone’s reach. Everyone else’s reach. Tonight, the ravishing Miss Watanabe belonged to no one else, not even to that Yamamoto Sayaka. She belonged to Matsui Jurina.
Her tongue began flicking over Milky’s little nub of certain pleasure, lightly. Milky again rocked her hips forward, the sparkles of pleasure that glittered through her like electricity coaxing another and deeper moan emitted from her parted lips.
She heard the sound she made and couldn’t believe she herself had made it. It sounded like a woman lost in ecstasy, almost out of control. Could she actually be feeling so much pleasure? The butterflies in her stomach became tremors of pleasure, her fear steadily and quickly becoming consumed by her arousal.
She would worry about her betrayal, the threat of exposure of their indecency, the unknown status of the camera, all of it later. All that mattered now was the pleasure coursing through her from the boss’ daughter tongue ravishing her.
Even the pleasure of the spritely, exquisitely feminine tongue on her sacred part was overcome by a new sensation, that of two slender fingertips suddenly nuzzling up against her opening, worming their way inside and opening her as they slid inside. She gasped loudly and clutched the bar behind her, her chest heaving as Jurina’s fingers penetrated her sex and buried themselves within her.
“Oh my—” Milky breathed huskily, and having steadied herself.
Lifting one hand to slide up the side of her face, feeling the heat of her blush beneath her own skin, while her fingers running into her hair. Jurina twisted her wrist, letting her fingers explore Milky’s inner warmth. She glanced up and teased,
“Do you like that, Milky? Do you like my fingers being inside you?”
“Oh … I .. Jurina …”
“Tell me … tell me you like my fingers in you.” She gently began bicycling her fingertips against her upper wall. Milky again gave a breathless moan, a sound that curled Jurina’s toes with desire.
“Yes,” Milky finally surrendered. “Yes .. I do.”
“You do what?”
“Like your fingers inside me.”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Jurina ordered in her most velvety voice.
Milky stared down at her, eyes pleading. “I … I … ”
Jurina continued gently pedaling her fingertips against Milky’s upper wall within, occasionally letting the tip of her fingernails drag into the soft, warm flesh.
“Come on,” she coaxed. “I want to hear you say it so badly, Milky. Say it for me.”
Milky’s face turned a deep crimson as she closed her eyes and turned her head away. In a soft voice, she relented, “I want you to fuck me Jurina.”
The words hung in the air like a prayer. They echoed through both women’s ears, an utterance that could not be taken back or ignored.
Jurina swallowed, nearly swooning from the nigh-dizzying effect the erotic words had on her. Barely breathing, she pressed her advantage.
“Say it again.”
Defeated by her own body’s raging desire, Milky repeated, “I want you to fuck me,” her voice cracking before she could finish the sentence. She felt hot tears of shame stinging in her eyes, threatening to humiliate her even further.
“Fuck me… Miss Matsui.”
Jurina nearly gasped at the unexpected coda, and eagerly complied, slipping her fingers nearly out completely and then plunging them back inside Milky’s throbbing sex. She felt Milky’s muscles bearing down, clutching at her fingers as they impaled her.
Milky gave a breathless moan, her hips coming unglued, rolling and undulating lustfully with each deep thrust of Jurina’s fingers into her. Wide-eyed,
Jurina couldn’t help but stare at the exquisite eroticism of the woman before her, so desperately lost in the rapture of being fucked by another woman’s fingers. Milky’s head turned back and forth, her body moving fluidly, one hand clutching the grab bar behind her, her other hand balled in a fist in her own hair as she writhed.
Faster went the slender fingers, quickly becoming coated with Milky’s rich, syrupy nectar. Jurina again leaned in and began frantically tonguing Milky’s slick hooded button, sending another torrent of ecstasy storming through her body.
An uncontrolled moan burst from Milky’s throat, at a volume easily heard by anyone standing outside the elevator doors, but she couldn’t think past the currents of pleasure now dominating her senses. The fingers plunging in and out of her, the tongue flicking and suckling at her tiny pearl, the illicitness, the danger, the threat of being watched, all poured through her in one profound cocktail of ecstasy like nothing she’d ever felt. Her moans climbed, becoming stifled cries, writhing helplessly against the elevator wall as her orgasm gathered within her.
Jurina drew her dewey fingers out of Milky’s sex just long enough to teasingly rammed it back again into Milky’s quivering sheath.
Milky again gave a barely contained cry as she felt herself being opened once more by the increased speed of Jurina’s invading fingers, and tightened her fist in her hair, as she did whenever a self-induced orgasm threatened to break. She opened her eyes, staring hazily at the little dome in the corner, and again wondered if … but another tremor of ecstasy spilled through her and pushed the thought away.
Jurina’s relentless tongue dodged and fluttered over her slit, her fingers fucking her with strong, fluid strokes. She drew a breath just as the waves crested within her. The exhalation fixed in her throat as they carried her violently away.
Milky tensed every muscle in her body and shuddered wildly against the elevator wall, causing the car itself to heave in its support lines. Her orgasm shattered her, sending her into transports of intense ecstasy … too different from Sayaka.
Even the young lady between her legs was taken aback by the severity of the climax that was consuming her, scorching her within. The lock in her throat gave just enough for Milky’s orgasm to be released as soft, light chirps as she convulsed against the elevator wall, like a baby bird pleading for sustenance, her head thrown back in oblivious euphoria, lips parted in bliss.
The waves and aftershocks finally receded, and Milky panted hard, releasing the grip in her hair and steadying herself on the handrail. Jurina stared up at her in amazement, victorious. She pressed her lips to Milky’s sex once more and carefully replaced the crotch of her panty over it.
“Hmmm, Milky. , that was … you were … just magnificent.”
Without a warning, the elevator’s lights snapped on and a loud whirr could be heard outside the car. From behind the elevator panel came a soft beep. Milky gasped and pushed off the wall, quickly slipping into her clothes again and trying to straighten herself.
Jurina rose to her feet and calmly smoothed her hands down herself, wiping the glistening wetness from her lips and chin with her fingers, and enjoying the taste on them as she suckled them.
Milky collected her strewn skirt on the floor, pulled up and twisted it around her hips then bent again to pick up the document folder. The elevator car trembled and gently resumed its ascent up the shaft until it again slowed, chimed, and opened its doors. Before Jurina stepped out, she handed the mobile phone to Milky, then the woman immediately deleted the video file and gave the device back.
“Enjoy your evening,” Jurina said, with an impish, and victorious, smirk on her face.
The elevator doors slid closed again. She licked her lips, still tasting the flavors of her succulent conquest.
Yes, the camera had seen and recorded everything, and that recording would be cashiered for more encounters with the ravishing Watanabe Miyuki.
Jurina smiled to herself as she made her way to her Dad’s office to call the head of building security. Her smile broadened as she realized she could have as many next-times with Miss Watanabe as much as she wanted.
“The perks of being the boss’ daughter.” Jurina chuckled.