The final night arrived too quickly.
The executive conference room had been transformed. The long mahogany table was cleared except for a thick padded leather mat placed right in the center. Soft lighting cast warm shadows across the space, but the atmosphere felt heavier than the night before, charged with something darker and more intimate. Luke stood just inside the doorway in the sluttiest version of the maid outfit yet: sheer black lace lingerie with delicate white frills, a tiny apron that barely covered his c**k, thigh-high stockings with little bows, and sky-high heels that made his legs look endless. The headpiece sat perfectly in his styled hair, completing the perfect slutty maid fantasy.
Argon had dressed him personally this time, fingers lingering longer than necessary on ev
