She venom stories

I stood there paralyzed—martini sweating in my grip. Mia mouthed “Hi, VP” with a wink that screamed trouble.  I exclaimed "VP ! " The martini burned my throat as I took a sip, its bitterness sharpening my senses—or maybe that was Mia’s breath against my neck. “Yes , the company made billions in profit s this quarter around 200% percent more than our calculations so controlling tina's mind ive given you two consecutive promotion to become VP” she whispered, her voice dripping with faux innocence. Mia tugged my arm, her grip insistent. “Come on,” she said, dragging me past cabanas and champagne towers toward a secluded stretch of pool behind the mansion. The air hummed with distant laughter and bass-heavy music, but here, it was just us—and the water glinting like liquid sapphire under the sun. She spun to face me abruptly, crossing her arms in a way that made her chest strain against her bodycon dress. “Unzip me,” she demanded, turning her back to reveal a tiny silver zipp...

“Getting ready for somewhere… babe?” I croaked, my voice ragged from sleep—and a different kind of thirst entirely. She turned slowly, hips swaying like she was counting each step just to torture me. That smirk of hers . “Yes,” she purred, snapping her bikini clasp shut with a click that echoed way too loud in the quiet room. “And you have to as well. So move your ass.” Before I could even process it, she tossed a wad of clothes at my face—pants and a shirt that smelled like her perfume—then shimmied into a skirt that hid the bikni underneath it. The fabric swirled around her thighs as she strutted toward the bedroom door, throwing a glance over her shoulder that pinned me to the mattress. “Car’s waiting. Five minutes.” I stumbled out the front door half-dressed, buttoning my shirt as sunlight stabbed my eyes. A black SUV idled at the curb, windows tinted like it had something to hide. Sophie slid into the backseat first, her skirt riding up just enough to flash that damn cheetah print...