The office building, which had always struck Valerie as an intimidating titan of corporate culture, loomed even larger in the cool morning air. The glass facade gleamed with the promise of a fresh day ahead, as if whispering secrets to those daring enough to step inside. As she crossed the entrance, her heels clicked against the marble floor, punctuating her thoughts with each steady beat. With a deep breath, she took in the scent of fresh paper and coffee that lingered in every corner. It was a new day; she was ready to face it head-on.

Valerie stood in the reflective elevator, staring at herself in the metal doors, her reflection shimmering in the muted glow of the fluorescent lights. She had a similar ivory button-up blouse to her previous ensemble but today wore a youthful pair of ebony yoga pants. A quick glance at her watch told her it was still early, but the anticipation was palpable.

When the doors finally opened, she found herself alone. She breathed a sigh of relief and readied her cubicle. She sighed again with slight remorse, "It's not Teresa's fault I'm nervous. My mistakes are mine entirely, but I should have worn a proper bra. Company policy, bless their hearts, specified support and coverage for breasts. And well," Valerie mused staring at her petite frame shaking her head, "What am I supporting or covering?" She chuckled softly.

As she rolled her chair into her cubicle, she couldn't help but notice the soft, delicate aroma wafting from Teresa's space. It was subtle but intriguing, a hint of exotic spices. She couldn't place it, but it stuck in her mind as an enticing mystery.

With Teresa still nowhere in sight, Valerie decided to distract herself by pretending to organize her desktop, hoping to wait out the rest of her nerves by focusing on something productive.

Moving slowly, careful not to disturb the delicately balanced stacks of papers, she made repeated attempts to achieve a sense of normalcy, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Teresa.

As she rummaged through her drawers searching for a pen to jot down a reminder for a call, Valerie impulsively fingered the peeled label from her blouse. She still couldn’t believe that; that strange, intimate encounter had happened.

Teresa had touched her so; sensually, gently dismantling the buttons of her blouse like it was the most natural thing to do. Valerie had been left in stunned silence, sitting in her chair with her eyes wide open and mouth a gape.

The soft aroma from Teresa's desk still lingered in the area, tempting Valerie to approach it once more. As was becoming habit, she sighed again, "Okay, a little spying and a little confession, and I can move all of this behind me." she exclaimed, as she rose and walked purposefully towards Teresa's workspace.

Upon reaching her destination, Valerie found herself taking in the elaborate setup. She ran her fingers across the rich, velvety fabric that covered the partition walls and marveled at the careful arrangement of framed art pieces. There was a peculiar scent in the air here, a mesmerizing fusion of floral and sweet incense. It wasn't overbearing, but intimate, almost like an invitation to explore one's curiosity.

Carefully, Valerie took a seat in the guest chair facing Teresa's computer screen, which was dark. She took the mouse and wiggled it slightly, awakening the monitor and revealing the familiar desktop background. Slowly, she navigated the computer and stumbled upon an open tab, but it required a password to view its contents.

Valerie was a little surprised by this, but she was aware of the existence of such tabs. Assuming it was banking, finance related, she hesitated, pondering whether to press the issue, when the sound of the spray of a fine mist filled the otherwise silent expanse

Searching for its source, she saw on Teresa's desk a single-button, handheld essential oil diffuser. It automatically turned off just as Valerie leaned in closer and wondered about Teresa's choices in this regard.

She sighed and turned her attention back to the desk, realizing she was still unclear about the contents of that open tab.

"No, Val, you are overreacting. The smell was just a diffuser. This is likely just a tab to a bank account. Your superior isn't running a sex dungeon." Valerie replied, spinning in Teresa's chair, before stopping and pointing at the webcam, "And YOU! You need a patch update or something, because you shouldn't be lit unless you're recording. Bad webcam; bad." Valerie said aloud, yet she still couldn't help but glance around as if uncertain someone or something might be listening in on their conversation. She assumed that the webcam, indeed, was off, but the thought of being surveilled...

A wry smile curled on her lips as Valerie began to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her delicate collarbones, ivory skin and soft round peaks which started to poke through the fabric. The silkiness of the fabric whispered against her cool skin, enticing her as she continued undoing each button.

She glanced around, torn between the thrill of adventure and the fear of being caught, but no one was in sight. Her pulse quickened in her chest like a wild animal waiting to be set free.

"Confession time," she murmured to the webcam, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "I didn't like my buttons being undone, because I wasn't wearing a bra."

Valerie's confession was laced with uncertainty. She continued, "I figured since I was too petite for one, I thought I could get away with not wearing one, which is against the company dress code, whoops!"

She took a deep breath, standing in front of Teresa's desk as her blouse hung open to reveal her perky nipples. "So now you know." She sighed as she closed her blouse, now painfully aware of her exposed breasts, even behind the soft silk. Valerie turned back to her cubicle, hoping to bury herself in work. The eroticism of the taboo act that was supposed to be cathartic, sat like a weight on her shoulders, making it hard to concentrate on any task.

The air seemed to shift, and Valerie felt a curious tingle on the back of her neck as a presence approached Teresa's desk. Her spine straightened, and she spun around in her chair to find a smirking Teresa, who had finally arrived. She wore a matching ivory button-up blouse, but her ebony stretch-pants were more mature and elaborate with their bell-bottoms.

"Oh, you're here," Valerie said, trying to play it cool.

Teresa sauntered over, just close enough for Valerie to catch the sultry smell of her skin and the lingering scent of the essential oils permeating her clothes. The aroma swirled around them like snake tongues, wrapping itself around their senses, pulling them closer to each other.

"You look guilty, but of what, I wonder?" Teresa inquired, her smirking expression never wavering.

Valerie swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. The cool air conditioning did nothing to alleviate the sudden flush in her face from Teresa's unexpected appearance.

"I was just looking at your desk," Valerie murmured meekly, avoiding Teresa's eyes. She wondered if her own confession would be met with a similar dose of good-natured teasing.

"Found my toys, did you?" Teresa teased, knowing full well they are under a false bottom in the bottom drawer of her desk. Valerie shook her head, trying to hide the embarrassment that was staining her cheeks a lovely shade of crimson.

Feigning innocence, Teresa asked, "Did you find the incense? I love those natural, hand-blended ones - this one is sweet and woody, but not too potent." She explained without a hint of guilt, making her way around the desk to stand next to Valerie.

Teresa's proximity made the hairs on Valerie's arms stand on end, a strange mix of awe and discomfort.

"Yes, the incense." Valerie murmured softly, the memory of Teresa's hands casually draped over her desk - one palm resting against her keyboard and the other casually brushing away invisible particles - made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Bah, no harm, no foul." Teresa responded, her eyes dancing mischievously. Arms crossed, and legs slightly outward, Teresa tipped her head to the side, revealing a soft and intriguing curve of her neck. It was impossible to interpret whether she was annoyed or amused by this interruption.

Seemingly undeterred by her mysterious response, Valerie laughed nervously. "It just smelled so good - that's probably why I seem spooked," Valerie explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "Just surprised is all."

Teresa nodded understandingly, an almost unnoticeable smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, the color of freshly steeped green tea, searched Valerie's face for any lingering signs of discomfort. And just like that, any remaining tension dissipated between them.

Teresa approached her computer, woke it from sleep, clicked on the open tab and entered her password. The length and rapidity of the comments of her Chat would have been a deafening roar if it were in a physical space.

Unable to read the cacophony, she queried the browser's AI assistant to summarize the latest 100 comments. Though at times quirky and rambling, the summation this time was crystal clear, "Valerie, is, not, wearing, a bra."

Teresa's fingers danced across the keyboard as she read through the comments, her gaze flickering up to meet Valerie's each time she laughed.

"Do something with this!" Chat demanded.

Teresa for her part was way ahead of them, lifting a single finger in the air to signal everyone to be quiet. She undid three buttons on her blouse as she sashayed towards Vallerie's cubicle, her blouse billowing open to reveal an impressive amount of cleavage from her large assets.

"Hey Valerie, could you bring up the Miller account, please?" Teresa asked, as she bent over and leaned in to be at eye level with Valerie. Teresa knew the Miller account would be flagged, because it always is when the balance dips below twenty thousand dollars, but that wasn't the point.

Valerie glanced up, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. "Sure," she stammered, as her eyes drank in the sight of Teresa's impressive décolletage. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure while her body responded to Teresa's unexpected proximity.

Teresa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in even closer, and Valerie caught a faint whiff of her sweet, woody perfume. It was intoxicating and made Valerie's thoughts scatter in a million different directions.

As Valerie navigated to the Miller account, Teresa casually placed a hand on her shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Valerie's breath hitched in her throat as she reached the account summary page. The balance was indeed below 20k - with only 17,500 dollars remaining in the account. But with Teresa's lounging posture and her warming touch, Valerie found it difficult to muster any concern for the account at that moment.

"Is this an issue?" Valerie asked, her voice a tremble as she finished loading the account information onto her screen. Teresa reached across Valerie to access the keyboard, as she did, her unfettered breasts brushed against Valerie's arm and sent a shiver down her spine. It was hard for Valerie to focus, when Teresa's touch brought flutters in her stomach.

Teresa was undeterred as she explained, "The balance of this account changes rapidly and we have to monitor it. It's crucial that we check the recent transactions." Her languid movements were captivating, her body inviting - "All against dress code," Valerie whispered, immediately in shock after she did so.

"What?" Teresa smirked, feigning ignorance of the situation. "What's against dress code?" She already knew the answer but decided to play coy for the sake of the conversation.

Valerie hesitated for a moment, biting her lip nervously before responding, "I'm not wearing a bra, which is against company policy."

Teresa's eyes twinkled with amusement as she let out a low whistle. "Well, I guess we both have something to hide," she said with a sly smile, her unseen hand undoing the fourth button, her breasts spilling out in all their glory in front of Valerie.

Valerie's breath hitched in her throat as she took in the sight of her superior's full figure. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure as she averted her gaze.

Teresa leaned in even closer, her lips mere inches from Valerie's ear. "Don't worry, Val," she whispered, her breath hot against Valerie's cheek. "I won't tell if you won't."

Valerie could feel her heart pounding in her chest as Teresa pulled away, leaving her breathless and disoriented.

"Anyway," Teresa started while buttoning up her blouse, "Those kind of actions with a client, while mundane, offer a quality-of-life improvement, so we must do them, no matter how boring they seem, understand?"

Her words echoed in the otherwise silent room, and Valerie could only nod in response.

Teresa's smoldering gaze pierced through Valerie, narrowing slightly as she leaned in towards her cubicle, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Honestly," She began with a hot whisper in Valerie's ear, "Don't worry about the bra. It's fine, really. I get a lot of grief because of how much mine bounce, but your little pebbles there will get a lot of questions answered. So, keep them stiff." Teresa's voice, low and seductive, caused Valerie to gasp, her cheeks flushed as she realized the unintended innuendo. It took a moment for the words to fully register, for Valerie to understand they referred to her nipples and the physical effect of them hardening due to the cold air conditioning.

Teresa leaned back in her chair, her expression a carefully constructed mix of amusement and satisfaction. Valerie stared at her, struck dumb by the unexpectedly bold statement coming from her superior.

As she looked back towards Teresa, who returned to her own cubicle, Valerie saw her leaning back in her chair, placing a finger on her lips, a message to Valerie to contemplate silence.

Teresa's seductive gaze lingered on Valerie for a few more seconds, the weight of the unspoken words filling the room with a pulsing tension, before finally breaking contact and turning back to her computer.

Valerie released a slow breath, her hands trembling slightly as her superior’s revelation sank in. The fluttering nerves in her stomach were no longer due to her unintentional rebellion against the dress code, but instead from the unexpected connection she felt towards Teresa.

Meanwhile, Teresa finally returned to her chat and typed, "A good start to the day, don't you think?" She expected a multitude of replies, but was taken by surprise by the simple, one-word response: "Masturbate."