#office secrets

July 30th, 2026

Secret Exhibitionism 🌹🥀

Wearing this under my work uniform today.

I like the way the fabric of my scrubs feels against my bare nipples.

I can't help but push my tits out and watch people's faces to see if they can see how hard they are.

I had three orgasms last night and was still feeling horny this morning, hence the lingerie.

My work is doing that thing were the team is getting punished for "doing such a good job" that were being assigned more tasks.. and like.. this one's a big ask because initially the position is not customer facing at all (which is why a lot of people took the job in the first place) but since TWO PEOPLE quit in the span of like.. a week.. my team has taken BOTH of those positions responsibility. Apparently because my team is "dedicated to improving and has proven to handle the responsibilities" including now customer facing.

So stupid.

Like I get a lot of jobs are customer facing and there's nothing wrong with that... But it changing INTO it, unwillingly, makes it suck.

On top of that during the meeting our manager brought in the district manager and owner of the building to tell us all of this.. making it impossible for us to actually voice our opinions. Like what am I gonna do? Tell the CEO no???

To my left sits the devout one: the man who prays five times a day, fasts every Monday and Thursday, and keeps his beard long and intact, yet bleeds the company budget dry. Millions? Baby, it’s billions.

Next to him is the golden boy, the charming marketing director currently spinning a polished pitch while his sick, pregnant wife waits at home and his entire female staff is played to serve his needs.

Across the table, the typical nerdy finance family man nods along, terrified someone will look too closely and realize exactly what he’s doing with his male driver in the backseat.

Don’t even get me started on the fourth. The one who just leaned across the mahogany table to ask about my bra size, his breath smelling of expensive coffee, tobacco, and entitlement.

At the head of it all is the CEO in his sixties. Entirely blind to a world that requires him to see people as human beings, he looks at me across the room like I am his prey. He forgets his daughter and I shared a house back in university.

I should be furious. My blood should be boiling at the sheer, suffocating hypocrisy of this room.

But looking at them, a strange, dark heat is settling under my skin instead. They think they are the wolves, but, I see puppies.

What if I just play with the fire?

What if I dismantle every single one of them from the inside out, piece by beautiful piece, until this boardroom burns to the ground?