I Love You

Leilani

The blonde hurriedly fixed her dress up, face ripe with embarrassment. I know the nature of the work we do can be a tiny bit erotic for the photographers since we have pretty models in provocative lingerie and bikinis all over the place, posing in even more tempting positions. But I hired my staff for how professional they can be. Not for how fast they can fuck in small bathrooms.

The photographer finally spoke up. “This will not happen again-”

“How long have you been fucking each other at work?” I raised my eyebrows. “You chose the bathroom closest to my office because I’m barely around so there are zero chances of being heard, right?”

He flinched, spluttering. “M-miss Waters, it’s not what you think-”

“I pay you to take pictures of the models, photographer, not fuck them.” I bit out, venom seeping off my words. I looked back at the blonde, she was looking in every direction but mine, shifting on her feet.

“You were groaning just a few moments ago,” I