Krithii
Member
I am literally dripping wet and shaking in my hotel room right now. My two worlds just collided, and I am in so much trouble.
I’m at my industry conference tonight wearing a sleeveless dress. I completely forgot that a few months ago, I posted an explicit, bending-over photo on here where the floral tattoo on my shoulder was fully visible.
I was at the lobby bar playing the elegant corporate boss when a gorgeous, high-status guy in a tailored suit caught my eye. He walked past me, leaned close, and whispered: "I'd recognize that slutty tattoo anywhere, Krithii."
My stomach completely dropped. Before I could even breathe, my phone buzzed with a DM from an account I didn't know:
"You're a powerful executive down there, but you belong to me up here. Room 912. The door is unlocked. Get up here, strip out of that expensive dress, and get on your knees before I decide to tell your VP what a desperate little toy you are."
The sheer terror of being exposed by a peer completely broke me. I excused myself from my team, ran to the elevators, and walked straight into his room. He didn't even say hello. He just grabbed my hair, forced me to my knees, and used my mouth while I was still wearing my designer heels and conference badge.
Knowing a man in my exact professional circle has total control over my career and my body right now is a high I can't even describe. I'm back in my own room now, completely ruined, and waiting to see what he makes me do tomorrow.
@MasterSins you're tooo evil
I’m at my industry conference tonight wearing a sleeveless dress. I completely forgot that a few months ago, I posted an explicit, bending-over photo on here where the floral tattoo on my shoulder was fully visible.
I was at the lobby bar playing the elegant corporate boss when a gorgeous, high-status guy in a tailored suit caught my eye. He walked past me, leaned close, and whispered: "I'd recognize that slutty tattoo anywhere, Krithii."
My stomach completely dropped. Before I could even breathe, my phone buzzed with a DM from an account I didn't know:
"You're a powerful executive down there, but you belong to me up here. Room 912. The door is unlocked. Get up here, strip out of that expensive dress, and get on your knees before I decide to tell your VP what a desperate little toy you are."
The sheer terror of being exposed by a peer completely broke me. I excused myself from my team, ran to the elevators, and walked straight into his room. He didn't even say hello. He just grabbed my hair, forced me to my knees, and used my mouth while I was still wearing my designer heels and conference badge.
Knowing a man in my exact professional circle has total control over my career and my body right now is a high I can't even describe. I'm back in my own room now, completely ruined, and waiting to see what he makes me do tomorrow.
@MasterSins you're tooo evil
