Pantyhosed secretary on her smoke break!

Description: I close the door behind me with a soft click—the kind that says i’m not to be disturbed. his office is quiet, still holding the trace of his cologne in the air. i settle into my boss chesterfield, cross my legs slowly, the snakeskin pencil skirt hugging every curve. my white button-up is slightly undone, just enough to break the rules. i reach my pack of marlboro red 100s, pull out a cigarette, and light it with steady fingers. the smoke curls upward as i take the first drag—deep, slow. i exhale through parted lips, watching it drift toward the ceiling. my hair is pinned up in a neat bun, my glasses perched just right on my nose. the pantyhose stretch smooth over my legs, the red soles of my stilettos catching the light as i shift. i take another pull, lean back in his couch, and smile to myself. he told me not to smoke in here. but i like the way it feels—like i belong exactly where i’m not supposed to be.