Boss’s office. Clinic Cormier, Paris. Late afternoon hum. Printer whirs in the hall. Door clicks shut, but no lock. Bertrand’s eyes lock on mine. Long fingers twitch. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume—sharp, floral, slutty. He paces. Talks rentability, patients dying. Bullshit. His basset hound face flushes. I lean on his desk. Dossiers scatter. Skirt hugs my thighs. Open-space glances from reception? Nurses whisper. Heart pounds. Adrenaline spikes. He steps close. Hot breath. ‘Louise…’ Voice cracks. I smirk. ‘Show me.’ His hand grazes my ass. Door rattles—someone passes. We freeze. Pulse races. Excitement floods my pussy. Hierarchy crumbles. Serious visitor turns whore. He grabs my waist. Jupe hikes up. No panties today. Wet already. Mouse clicks echo from his PC. Forgotten. Coffee mug tips. Spill steams. ‘Fuck me here,’ I hiss. Risk of nurse bursting in. Pantalon drops. Cock springs—thick, veined. I bend over. Feet spread wide. Desk edge bites hips. Papers crunch under me. He groans. Slides in raw. Tight. Deep. Clinic buzzer beeps outside. We ignore. Thrusts start slow. Build. Slaps echo. Skin on skin. Perfume chokes air. Coffee sours it. His fingers dig. Long, warm. Pull hair. ‘Quiet,’ he pants. Can’t. Moan slips. Door handle jiggles? No. Imagination. Harder. Faster. Desk shakes. Pens roll. Printer spits again. He grunts. ‘Gonna cum.’ ‘Inside,’ I beg. No protection. Don’t care. Balls slap. Pussy clenches. Orgasm rips. Legs quake. He unloads. Hot jets fill me. Drip starts. Pulls out. Zips up. Sweaty. Triumphant. I straighten. Cum trickles down thigh. Wipe with tissue. Skirt smooths. Hair fixes. Lipstick check—smear gone. He sits. Pants heavy. ‘More?’ I wink. Grab dossier. Door opens. Nurse eyes us. Smells sex? Doesn’t blink. Back to reception. Smile pro. ‘Thanks, Doctor.’ Heels click. Open-space stares. Cum soaks stocking. Meeting next. Legs cross. Secret leaks. Thrill lingers. Professional mask on. Lust hides. Again tomorrow.