A "Private" Meeting Make-out Session

You lean forward across the lunch table, letting your voice drop to a sultry whisper. "I was thinking... perhaps you could show me one of those meeting rooms you mentioned? Somewhere a bit more... private?"

Clara's eyes darken with understanding, a slow smile spreading across her face. She dabs her lips with her napkin and sets it beside her plate with deliberate precision.

"Of course," she replies, her voice carrying a professional tone that contrasts deliciously with the heat in her gaze. "I'd be happy to give you a tour of our facilities."

She stands, smoothing her charcoal suit, and you follow suit, aware of curious glances from nearby tables as you both prepare to leave. The risotto and chocolate-dipped strawberries sit half-finished between you—evidence of your intimate feeding session still fresh in everyone's minds.

"Fifteenth floor," Clara murmurs, guiding you toward the executive elevator bank with a light touch at the small of your back.

The elevator arrives with a soft chime, and you step inside together. As soon as the doors close, Clara's professional demeanor slips, her body shifting closer to yours.

"You're driving me crazy in that outfit," she admits, her fingers tracing the outline of your bra visible through the nearly transparent blouse. "Everyone's been staring at you all through lunch."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" you tease, your Irish lilt making the words sound even more playful.

"God, yes," she breathes, leaning in as if to kiss you before stopping herself as the elevator slows. "Not yet," she whispers. "I know the perfect spot."

The doors open onto the fifteenth floor—clearly executive territory. The carpet is thicker here, the lighting more subdued, the artwork on the walls original rather than prints. A sleek reception desk stands sentinel at the elevator bank, staffed by a poised woman with a sharp bob and designer glasses.

"Afternoon, Ms. Harrington," she says, her eyes flickering with interest to you.

"Zara, this is Mia," Clara says smoothly. "We'll be using the northwest meeting room for about half an hour. Hold my calls, please."

"Of course," Zara replies with professional discretion, though you catch the knowing glint in her eye.

Clara leads you down a hushed corridor, past closed office doors bearing nameplate titles like "Global Risk Management" and "Strategic Partnerships." At the far end, she pauses before a glass-walled room with "Collaboration Suite 4" etched into the door.

"Here we are," she says, pushing the door open and gesturing you inside. "Most private one we have—barely used since the restructuring last month."

You step into the sleek space dominated by a polished conference table surrounded by ergonomic chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a spectacular view of London's skyline, while the remaining walls are glass—currently transparent, showing the empty corridor beyond.

Clara closes the door behind you with a soft click and touches a panel on the wall. Immediately, the glass walls frost over, providing instant privacy while still allowing diffuse light to filter through.

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"Smart glass," she explains, moving closer to you. "We can see out, but they can only see shadows."

"Perfect," you murmur, thinking of your Touch task requirements.

Clara's hands find your waist, pulling you against her. "Now, where were we?"

The question hangs in the air for only a moment before her lips find yours, tentative at first, then growing bolder as you respond. Your newly plumped lips feel incredibly sensitive against hers, your enhanced body reacting with an intensity that still surprises you.

You melt into the kiss, your hands sliding up her arms to her shoulders, pulling her closer as her tongue traces the seam of your mouth. The thrill of doing this here—in her workplace, separated from her colleagues by nothing but frosted glass—sends electric shivers down your spine.

"God, Mia," Clara gasps against your lips, her hands wandering lower to cup your enhanced bottom through the tight pencil skirt. "I've never done anything like this at work before."

"Never?" you tease, walking her backward until she bumps against the conference table.

"Never," she confirms, her eyes locked on yours as you press her against the polished surface.

Your kisses deepen, growing more passionate with each passing moment. Clara's professional control crumbles as she moans softly into your mouth, her fingers tangling in your copper waves.

13:25 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Harrington Global Bank Meeting Room

Active Tasks:

TEASE: Wear Office Tease outfit to Clara's workplace. Take selfie in lobby. (5 Return Points) - COMPLETED ✓

TEMPT: Have lunch with Clara in office cafeteria. Feed her from your plate. (7 Return Points) - COMPLETED ✓

TOUCH: Kiss Clara in meeting room until nearly caught. (10 Return Points) - IN PROGRESS

TASTE: Go down on Clara in her office with door unlocked. (15 Return Points)15 Return Points)