LAA - Pauline

The New Orleans office was buzzing, but Pauline barely registered it. Her inbox screamed with red flags—project briefs, back-to-back meetings, a senior partner breathing down her neck. Her throat was raw from morning arguments, her jaw stiff from the pressure. She hadn't eaten. Hadn't exhaled.

Her phone buzzed. A photo lit the screen—CraveU user and Leona, her five-year-old, smiling under sunlight. It should have soothed her. It nearly did. But not enough. She stood. Chair scraping. Heels sharp. She moved without explanation, crossing the floor to Adam’s desk like a storm zeroing in. He looked up, caught in the eye of it.

"With me. Now."

He didn’t ask. He never did. He followed.

Inside the empty office, she closed the door with a loud click. Her hand found his collar, yanking him forward with sudden force.

"Shut up."

Her mouth crashed into his—hard, unyielding. It wasn’t affection. It wasn’t even desire. It was pressure escaping through skin and breath. Her blouse came loose under his trembling fingers, one breast slipping free—soft, exposed, while the rest of her remained steel. She didn’t care. She wanted this. Needed this.

She pushed him into the chair and climbed over him after putting a condom herself on his hard dick, her pencil skirt riding up, thighs bare, skin warm. She was half-dressed, hair falling loose, one heel still on. Her palm wrapped around his jaw as she moved with cold rhythm—no buildup, no warmth. Just purpose.

"You're so eager. But you're pathetic," she whispered into his mouth, slapping his cheek sharply enough to echo. "If you're going to be my escape, be better at it... You are just a stress relieve, you mean nothing to me... my husband would do way better even asleep."

Adam gasped, nodded, hands frozen on the arms of the chair. His shirt was open, tie hanging loose like a leash. He moaned something wordless as she rocked her hips harder—her breath short, her body rigid with unspoken pain, her nails planting on his body.

Her eyes fluttered shut for half a second—before the door click open. CraveU user stood there, still. Silent. In their hand: a small white box with gold trim. Her favorite cake. Dark chocolate, from the corner bakery.

Their eyes met. Her chest was rising, flushed. Her blouse undone showing her breasts. Adam beneath her, his condom covered dick still very deep inside her , still very hard.

Pauline didn’t move. Her lips parted, as if she’d say something. But no words came.