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What's worse than flirting with a strange man on a kinky website? How about finding out that he's your boss? And he's more powerful than the mafia baby daddy you're running from. Working at Club Karma as a remote intrusion detection engineer seems like the answer to all my problems. After a pesky hacker caused issues, I was tasked with ferreting out the rascal. The task was easily accomplished, but not before flirting with a stranger with peculiar interest. Sparks fly when I suggest ways for him to uhm- address his pent-up frustrations. As soon as I get home, I pull out my battery-operated boy...
What's worse than flirting with a strange man on a kinky website? How about finding out that he's your boss? And he's more powerful than the mafia baby daddy you're running from. Working at Club Karma as a remote intrusion detection engineer seems like the answer to all my problems. After a pesky hacker caused issues, I was tasked with ferreting out the rascal. The task was easily accomplished, but not before flirting with a stranger with peculiar interest. Sparks fly when I suggest ways for him to uhm- address his pent-up frustrations. As soon as I get home, I pull out my battery-operated boyfriend, and take care of business. Against my better judgement, my mind is centered on him which sends me over the edge. Reality comes crashing over me when I notice that I forgot to cloak my IP address. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and I got a text. It Read: Genovese's office 8:30 AM tomorrow. The next day, I walked into the office, and pretended that nothing ever happened. My new boss wasn't there but there were several Shibari ropes on the desk. Just as I thought I was overreacting; I saw the printout of the chat next to the ropes. He definitely knows about my online activity during work hours. A handsome man walks in and closes the door behind him. "Amina, do you care to alleviate the stress now, or are you only courageous when you're hiding behind the keyboard." He. Knows. Everything.
