The executive floor of Nyxar Enterprises had gone completely silent by 10:30 AM.
Every door on the 47th floor was locked from the inside. Red emergency lights pulsed softly along the corridors, and the overhead speakers played nothing but a low, throbbing bass that made the air feel thick and heavy with lust. Victoria Nyxar had declared a mandatory “team building session.” No one was allowed to leave. Phones were confiscated at the door. The entire floor belonged to her now.
Lila Harper stood naked in the center of the open-plan executive lounge, wrists cuffed behind her back with sleek black leather restraints. Her massive 13-inch futa c**k stood painfully hard, veins pulsing, the fat head still leaking thick strings of precum onto the polished marble floor. Her p***y dripped openly dow
