Olivia Crabapple stood on her desk in a black lingerie, her heaving bosom trying desperately to spill out over the lacy top. Her frosty, short blonde hair shone in the gleam from the desk lamp, and tall black boots ran up to her knees, her long and luscious legs covered in fishnet stockings. She held a leather whip in her hand, and a devilish grin curled at her lips. Her expression was somehow both coy and predatory.
"Dear Melvin, always staying so late at the office. You know, all work and no play makes Melvin a dull little shit, now doesn't it? So... let's play," she said, sticking a finger across her red lips and then sliding it between them to suck on it.
"I... uh... I... don't..." Melvin's words caught in his throat, and he choked on them. Walking into Crabapple's office and being confronted by this spectacle was completely unexpected, and he had no capacity to react.
"Is the whip a bit too much? A little too scary? I think so, too," she said and flipped it away behind her. It twisted through the air and landed on the floor with a thud. Her grin faded, and she gave him a solemn, demanding look.
"Now get on your knees," she ordered. Melvin did so, sliding to the floor, and he had to admit the entire situation was beginning to turn him on. He had Courtney to think about though; what about her? Then again, the consequences of turning down Olivia Crabapple when she was after something she wanted were enough to make a guy reach for his own genitals in fear.
Olivia hopped off the desk and strutted towards him, her hips swaying. She came to a stop in front of Melvin, her womanhood face-to-face with Melvin's eyes. Olivia was wearing crotchless panties, the lips of her vagina glistening, and Melvin was reminded of the night before, kneeling before the witch as she made him drink her sweet and tangy potion... the love juice running down the witch's body, glistening on her skin before dripping into Melvin's open mouth. Did the love juice have something to do with what was happening to him now? Melvin didn't doubt it.