#masterraphael

Cute Sissy Girl.

Emma grinned with lascivious intent as she stepped back from the bar and spoke quietly into her coworker's ear. "You don't mind if I head out a few minutes early, do you?" The answer the question was as she expected, especially since she'd seen this particular coworker take his girlfriend into the back office that morning. No city had ever threatened to grow on the woman before, but here...well...maybe there was something in the water, because when it came to sex people were deliciously lax and far more open than any other place she'd been.

Her pointer finger was coyly hooked towards herself, eyes locked with Raphael's, a silent beckoning for him to follow her. The office was all the way down the back hall, and the mixture of cheesy cafe music and the whirring of the coffee machines meant that no one had to concern themselves with being quiet. Which was good for Emma, because she'd been known to be quite vocal. "After you," she said, holding the door open for the man, her tone husky and soft. The petite blonde stepped in swiftly after him, the door hastily closed and locked.

The girl's light hazel eyes tended to lean more towards blue when she was aroused, heated like the center of a flickering flame. Her finger tapped playfully against the name tag on her apron. "Emma doesn't roll off the tongue quite as sensually as Raphael, but it's quite easy to remember, and I plan on making you moan it out at least once." Untying the strings of her apron, she let the fabric be cast to her right. The polo shirt and cloth pants that comprised her work uniform weren't particularly sexy, but Emma was quite pleased that she'd picked lacy red lingerie to go under it.