Footsie

India Summer sits in her office looking like trouble in a skirt suit. She just found out her cute brunette employee, Aidra Fox, has been dipping into the company till. That night Aidra shows up at India’s place, knees already shaking. She knows she’s screwed, so when the blonde boss lays out the deal—keep quiet, keep the job—Aidra’s quick to nod. India kicks off her heels and props her feet on the coffee table, toes flexing like they’ve got their own agenda. Aidra drops to the carpet, fingers sliding under her waistband because India told her to touch herself right there. They lock eyes while Aidra works two fingers between her thighs, breath hitching every time India wiggles those polished toes closer. No words needed after that; the deal’s sealed with wet sounds and soft, dirty grins.