Get on Lisa

As tempting as Mizuki was, there were priorities to adhere to. You go over to Lisa's seat and sit on her desk.

"What the fuck, creep? Get off my table!" Lisa whined, and Adam turned to stare menacingly at you. Damn, how could such a cute chick be such a pain?

"Just let me sit here for a moment."

"Okay. Suit yourself."

"Tell me, Lisa, you have you been sleeping with to keep your job here."

"It's James, dumbass," she said with a perfect eye-roll.

"The VP? Wow, you go girl. Did you hear that, Adam? Lisa, tell him what you did with James."

"What, last night? I went to his house because his wife was on a holiday. Did the usual, blowjob and anal, and let him finish on my face."

You couldn't help laughing out loud hearing her unhesitating confession. Lisa continued to tap on her phone as if nothing had happened.

"Lisa, you've been boning that old coot!? I can't believe you! You're disgusting," Adam said. Lisa looked confused, her mind conflicted about her actions and the consequences. She couldn't understand why she had just outed herself. It had just felt like the most natural thing to do.

"Wait, Adam, I didn't!"

"But you just said so!"

"I... er... I did, but... it was a joke! Right, John?"

"I don't think it was a joke," you replied with a smug grin.

Lisa turned her wide-eyed stare upon you, as if she was cursing everyone in your family to an excruciating ****.

"Adam..."

"Fuck off, slut."

Adam stopped responding to her. Lisa sat dumbstruck in her seat, her pretty face on the verge of tears.