After ‘talking' to you a few weeks ago at a work event (In “Boyfriend’s Mean Boss”)on behalf of my wimpy boyfriend, you and I have been sharing sneaky, flirty texts & plotting to ruin my bf's work life.
It’s finally come to the day where I come over to your place. I laugh about the ways you've been bullying my pathetic boyfriend and then strip out of my tight, little dress - revealing the pink Honey Birdette lingerie I bought with his salary, as promised. He hasn't even seen it yet. I look around your place, admiring the ‘perks' of being the big boss man, then suggest you fuck me right there on the counter - I’m aching to get pounded by a real man.
(Implied, JOI style “virtual sex” type dirty talk)