"office ms. conduct: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure"

City lights twinkle far below in office ms. conduct. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, office ms. conduct,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at office ms. conduct!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “office ms. conduct, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.