“How does it fit?”, read Saloni’s email.

“Honestly, it’s too tight. But I like it.”

“You love it, you dirty dog. Tonight I want to see those filthy panties in your mouth while I ride you.”

I closed the window. Saloni sometimes played it too fast and loose at the office. She had absolutely no regard for the risks involved. What if someone walked by and happened to see our email exchange? About how I was wearing her used panties to work today? That would be the end of our careers.

Saloni – who, as usual, was sitting right in front of me – turned around and shot me a stern look.

“I think you might’ve missed an important email”, she said curtly, “please check it fast.”

I opened my email again. Saloni looked hot even when she was stern. Her dark brown wavy hair was left open – and it framed her dusky, brown face in a decidedly sexy way. Her lips were painted near-black and her nosering was simple. On top she had on a red T-shirt which hugged her big tits in a rather NSFW manner, and down below she had on black leggings and heels. A bold look.

“Don’t ever cut off our conversation like that” – read her email.

“I’m sorry, but, it just feels a bit risky here at work.”

“It looks like you still need to learn to trust me.”

With that, I saw her close her email and get up to go to the stationery cupboard. I sighed; I hope she wasn’t too upset. Maybe I was being too careful. I mean, she wouldn’t want to get caught either so she knows to be careful.

“Your coffee here”, came a pleasant voice from my left. It was Asfa – the new intern – who was walking towards me with a cup of Starbucks in her delicate hand. She was wearing a white formal shirt and a black skirt till mid-thigh.