Conspire to knock him down a peg.

I watched the asshole teach the girl how to clean the espresso machine. It involved a lot of unnecessary touching. She seemed uncomfortable but wasn't prepared to stand up to him.

I formulated a plan. It would work, I knew it would work. It was simple. I was going to make Hank pay for what he put my Sarah through. If not for him, she wouldn't have gone through any of what I did to her. Clearly, that was his fault. I supposed in some twisted way I should have thanked him, but I didn't care. I wanted to destroy him so he could never take advantage of his workers again.

I just needed some semen.

I unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse and tugged my shirt until my entire cleavage was visible, then I put on my best flirty smile and turned to the only other male employee in the place. He was a couple years younger than me, six feet tall, with shaggy dark brown hair. He was cute, fairly muscled, and had always had an obvious interest in me. Easy target.

"Hey, Justin." He looked up at me and his jaw dropped, his eyes locked in my tits. I loved those things; they always for results. "I'm feeling a bit generous today and I noticed you getting awfully uncomfortable in those jeans earlier, when those guys fucked that girl."

I had backed him slowly up against a wall where no one could see us. He was not complaining. "Uh, yeah, I guess." He grinned like an idiot, still staring at my cleavage.

I moved in for the kill. "It made me all hot, too... Wanna fuck my tits and cum all over them?"

He smiled, and I decided there was a little too much mischief in it for my liking.

I dropped my flirtatious facade for a moment to issue a warning. "Don't even think about trying to get any of it in my mouth." He and I had worked together for a while, he had seen me dark and angry on multiple occasions.

His eyes widened as I called him out for his intentions. "Ah, y-yeah, sure. Just the tits, then?" His grin returned, and he put his hands on my breasts, groping and squeezing. "Damn, these feel really good."

I rolled my eyes, but wanted him excited so I didn't stop him. Smiling encouragingly, I put my hands to his waist to unbuckle his belt. I slid my hand into his waistband and grabbed his cock. It was surprisingly thick and already mostly erect. My smile became a little more genuine. "Yeah, they were expensive, but what can I say? Size matters."

He grinned and flipped us around, pushing my back to the wall where he had been standing. He was actually pretty strong; I'd need to watch myself or I could end up with my hands full.

He squeezed harder and I gasped as it became a little painful and he leaned down to whisper into my ear. "I always knew you'd come around and show me your true colors. You like to act the cold, distant, superior bitch, but I know you're a slut like all women."

This was not going how I'd seen it in my head.