A Steamy Revenge Beneath the Desk
Mitzy sat at her desk, eager to start her day. She flipped on her computer, but it stubbornly remained off. Sighing, she grabbed her phone and called the office repairman. Minutes later, a tall and lanky figure entered her office, his toolbox in hand.
"Good morning, Mitzy," he greeted warmly. "What seems to be the problem with your computer?"
Mitzy gave him a friendly smile, but inside she was already hatching her plan. She pointed at the desk, "The cord's not plugged in properly. I'll just have to move it a bit for you."
The repairman nodded, setting his toolbox down beside the large desk. He began to crawl under it, his backside jutting into the air. Mitzy couldn't help but notice the fine view she had of his tight ass flexing underneath her.
As he worked, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was taking far too long. Suddenly, she had an idea. She leaned forward on the desk, her breasts pressing against the cool surface, and looked down at him.
"You know, I think I can grab that cord for you," she purred, reaching down to the desk. "Would you like some help?"
The repairman hesitated, unsure of whether he should trust her. But as he looked up at Mitzy's smiling face, his resolve crumbled. He nodded eagerly, his heart racing.
Without warning, Mitzy wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled him out from under the desk. She stood up, her towering heels causing him to hobble. She grinned wickedly, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"You like what you see, don't you?" she taunted, swinging her hips suggestively. "You've been staring at my feet all morning."
The repairman's face turned bright red, and his mind raced for an excuse. "I-I wasn't staring," he stammered. "I was just making sure everything was in order."
Mitzy laughed, her full, rich laugh echoing through the office. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "Do you really think I'm that naive?"
She stepped closer, her body inches away from his. His heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Mitzy leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"You want to see something interesting?" she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
Before he could react, she grabbed his head and forced him to kneel down at her feet. His cheek pressed against her sweaty pantyhose-covered ankle, and he felt a wave of nausea overtake him.
"Kiss them," she ordered, her voice low and husky. "Show me just how bad you want them."
The repairman hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips against the soft fabric. He felt her foot shift against his face, and he knew he was in deep trouble.
Mitzy watched with growing amusement as he struggled to please her. She felt his warm breath against her skin, and she couldn't help but smile. This was definitely going to be the best revenge ever.
