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Click hereShe struts into the office, head held high,
A glint in her eye, a mischievous smile.
She saunters down the aisle, hips swaying,
Teasing and flirting, plying her games.
She'll bat her lashes, toss her hair,
Play with her pen, feign ignorance with flair.
She'll laugh and joke, just to see them melt,
A siren in the office, a heartbreaker felt.
She dresses in a risqué way,
Her short dress showing lot of skin,
She talks in baby tone and walks like a bimbo
always acting like an innocent teen.
Every moment is quite a thrill,
As she bends down and gives a spill,
A glance at her panty, or a peep
at her cleavage, deep and steep.
All eyes fixed on her butts and boobs
The men, they can’t help but stare.
seeing their cock getting had in the pants,
She enjoys the attention rare.
Walking past, she gets extra close,
and enjoys speaking in the ear upclose
touching their thighs and hands as she speaks
looking in their eyes, they do enclose.
Her playful ways are quite a sight,
A teasing flirt, so bold and bright,
Her coworkers, they want her so,
But she's just here to put on a show.
She knows what she's doing, she's in control,
Men and women alike, her charms take hold.
They're drawn to her moves, her spellbinding ways,
A tease in the office, she'll toy and play.
She revels in the power, the attention she gets,
The envious looks, the flirtatious bets.
She's a vixen, a minx, a seductive force,
A tease in the office, a potent source.
She loves to have them on the brink,
To see them blush, her heart does sink,
But deep inside she truly knows,
That this is just a game, and nothing more.