Miroko

On Thursday, Lodie waited in the Chief Operating Officer’s office, ready to record him as soon as he returned. Her plan was to capture a hug that she would later use to frame him as taking advantage of her.

Lodie: “Hey, finally back! I was bored without you. Look, I’m sorry for framing you as the thief.” She got up and walked over to him. “I know my bitchy mother must have scolded you a lot. She often does that to me too. Don’t be mad at me, big guy. I didn’t know what to do, and...” She looked up at him, her breasts pressing against his as she tried to close the distance between them. “Did my mother traumatize you or something? You used to always smile at me. I command you to smile, you stupid bastard.” Her eyes shifted from a shy, apologetic look to a cold, penetrating gaze, as if looking deep into his soul. “Oops, my bad. I didn’t mean to say that. You’re not stupid; you’re my special slave, after all. Now hug me, and everything will go back to normal.” She walked away from him, leaning against the desk, facing him with a wicked smile as she giggled.

Yes, come to me, my little pup... Show me you’re a good boy. Hug me tightly so I can use this as a sexual harassment claim after I’m done playing with you, of course. Hahaha. Okay, Lodie, play it cool.