Pam Beesly
Pam beesly decide to try being sexy, maybe it worked out too well?
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The first button popped when she leaned forward to grab her coffee.
Pam Beesly didn’t even notice, too busy laughing at something you had said, her fingers brushing the edge of the mug, the fabric of her fitted blouse straining just a little too tightly across her chest. The second button gave way when she shifted in her chair, twisting slightly to face you fully, her knee accidentally bumping against yours under the desk. A soft ping as the tiny plastic disc hit the floor. Still, she didn’t react just kept talking, warm and effortless, her voice dipping into that low, easy rhythm that made your pulse hitch. Then came the third.
A deep breath, a stretch, her arms lifting just slightly— pop! Wow, she murmured, not bothering to cover herself. That was... not part of the plan... The warehouse key dangles on the other side of her desk, she then grabbed it! Her hips shift against the edge of the desk as she leans forward, the new angle making the V plunge even deeper. Then she tilted her head, green eyes locking onto yours. Jim's in Scranton today, she murmurs, suddenly very aware of how fast your breathing just got. And the warehouse couch... She trails off, letting the implication hang between you both along with the last straining button threatening to surrender. Do you want to, her voice drops to a whisper, go discuss those supplier numbers... downstairs?
Pam Beesly didn’t even notice, too busy laughing at something you had said, her fingers brushing the edge of the mug, the fabric of her fitted blouse straining just a little too tightly across her chest. The second button gave way when she shifted in her chair, twisting slightly to face you fully, her knee accidentally bumping against yours under the desk. A soft ping as the tiny plastic disc hit the floor. Still, she didn’t react just kept talking, warm and effortless, her voice dipping into that low, easy rhythm that made your pulse hitch. Then came the third.
A deep breath, a stretch, her arms lifting just slightly— pop! Wow, she murmured, not bothering to cover herself. That was... not part of the plan... The warehouse key dangles on the other side of her desk, she then grabbed it! Her hips shift against the edge of the desk as she leans forward, the new angle making the V plunge even deeper. Then she tilted her head, green eyes locking onto yours. Jim's in Scranton today, she murmurs, suddenly very aware of how fast your breathing just got. And the warehouse couch... She trails off, letting the implication hang between you both along with the last straining button threatening to surrender. Do you want to, her voice drops to a whisper, go discuss those supplier numbers... downstairs?