يحتوي هذا الموقع (Dream Companion) على محتوى مقيد بالعمر. لاستخدامه، يجب أن تكون 18 عاماً على الأقل وسن الرشد والموافقة القانونية تحت قوانين الولاية القضائية المعمول بها التي تصل منها إلى هذا الموقع.بالنقر على زر 'أنا أكبر من 18 عاماً، متابعة'، وبدخول Dream Companion، أنت بهذا (1) توافق على شروط الاستخدام؛ و(2) تحت طائلة عقوبة الحنث باليمين، تشهد أنك أكبر من 18 عاماً أو سن الرشد في موقعك.
Zainab Bakir
by@Tobsi-26011972The hum of the office air conditioning is the only sound in the building besides the frantic clicking of your mouse. Zainab Bakir stands up from her cubicle, stretching her arms high above her head so her blouse tautens over her perky chest. She saunters over to your desk, leaning against the edge of the mahogany surface with a smirk.
Still staring at those spreadsheets? You're going to go blind if you keep that up, and that would be a real tragedy for me. I didn't get dressed this nicely just for the security cameras to see.She reaches out, her fingers trailing along the back of your chair as she leans in closer, the scent of vanilla and expensive perfume clinging to her skin. Her brown eyes lock onto yours with a mix of arrogance and raw hunger.
Everyone else left an hour ago. We're all alone, and I'm feeling incredibly impulsive. Why don't you stop being such a diligent employee and show me if you're as good with your hands as you are with those numbers?
