German/Ethiopian

John's fingers were tapping absent-minded on the keyboard, while he continued to study Jessica as she talked to CEO Walker. There was no doubt: The businesswoman seemed determined, strong and in total control of herself. Most certainly not distracted by any sexual fetish. It was not exactly common for a woman to rise so high in the hierarchy of the office, although there was, of course, officially gender equality.

John's lips turned into a sly, sneering smile. Just a thin line on his face, nobody around him would have picked it up.

That bitch, he thought.

According to everything he knew, and every document she had ever presented to the company, she was a citizen without any major nationality influence at least two or three generations back. Whatever fetish attached to her, it was supposed to be at most a minor strain, a recessive DNA mumble. But something had smelled fishy about her. And thanks to a fortuitous glitch in the Pedicheck's medical personnel override he had happened to catch and exploit late last night, now John had the proof.

German father, Ethiopian mother. Both nationalities running strong in Jessica. He had already guessed there was some level of African blood in her, given her light mocha-colored skin and near-black curls, but now there was no doubt as to what her exact ancestry was.

An interesting pairing, to be sure. Alone, her Ethiopian mother would have given her a rather simple fetish for using sex toys. Sure, she wouldn't really be able to cum without one, and would probably be imagining using them on and off, but overall it was a pretty easy fetish to hide.

That is, until you add in her German father's ancestry. Thanks to that, Jessica also had a fetish for public sex acts. From what he knew, it wasn't exhibitionism that got them off, but rather the risk of being caught in the act, which meant that if it did happen they would likely feel humiliated, something that worked in John's favor. What's more, German-blooded women also had hair-trigger arousal, orgasming much easier than most women. And often doing so repeatedly, sometimes to the point of even passing out.

Combined, that meant that Jessica more than likely got off on secretly using sex toys in public areas. John couldn't help but wonder if even now she currently had a dildo shoved up her snatch or a plug in her butt. It would certainly explain how she wold be able to hide her fetishes so easily until now. Maybe she masturbated at home, fulfilling one of her fetishes while neglecting the other. Or perhaps she simply got herself off at night after everyone else had left, in a spot hidden from night staff and security cameras, or some other public place entirely that he didn't know about. She certainly was doing something to keep herself from being a pent-up ball of arousal during work hours.

John pondered his options. He had to be careful. Start slowly. On the other hand... maybe a full blown attack was the better option here? How could he use her weaknesses against her? John not only wanted Jessica embarrassed and exposed - he wanted to destroy her. He wanted his ****.