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Olivia Sparkle arrived twenty minutes early, the office still quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning. She moved with calm efficiency: straightening chairs, wiping down the long glass conference table until it gleamed under the overhead lights, arranging notepads and pens in perfect rows. She filled a pitcher with ice water, set out glasses, even placed a small bowl of mints at the center. Everything looked professional, ready for the afternoon meeting. Then she locked the door. Her fingers worked the buttons of her crisp white blouse, popping them open one by one until the fabric parted to reveal smooth, pale skin and the black lace bra underneath. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it slide to the carpet. The skirt followed next a tight pencil number that hugged her hips unzipped and stepped out of in one fluid motion. Bra unhooked, straps slipping down her arms, freeing her full, perky breasts. Nipples hardened instantly in the cool air-conditioned room. Last came the matching black thong, peeled slowly down her long legs and kicked aside. Naked now, she climbed onto the wide table, the glass cool against her heated skin at first, then warming quickly from her body. She lay back, head resting on her folded arms, knees bent and feet flat on the surface. Legs spread wide apart, thighs falling open shamelessly. Her smooth, shaved pussy was already swollen and glistening, lips parted slightly, clit peeking out pink and eager. A thin trail of wetness had started to leak down toward her ass, pooling on the glass beneath her. Olivia ran one hand down her stomach, fingers tracing lazy circles around her navel before dipping lower. She spread her folds with two fingers, exposing herself completely wet, pink, ready. She circled her clit slowly, hips lifting off the table in tiny needy bucks. Soft moans escaped her lips, echoing faintly in the empty room. Her other hand cupped a breast, squeezing hard, pinching the nipple until she gasped. She imagined the door opening any second the team walking in, freezing at the sight of her sprawled out like this, pussy dripping onto their meeting table, eyes hungry and locked on theirs. The thought made her wetter. She slid two fingers inside herself, pumping deep and slow, curling to hit that spot that made her toes curl against the glass. Her thumb kept working her clit in tight, slippery circles. "Fuck... come on," she whispered to the empty room, voice husky and thick. "Walk in and see how badly I need it." Her pace quickened fingers plunging faster, hips rocking up to meet each thrust. Breasts bounced with the motion, nipples tight peaks begging for mouths, hands, teeth. She spread her legs even wider, heels digging into the table edge for leverage, ass lifting so every slick inch of her pussy was on full display. The clock on the wall ticked closer to the meeting time. She didn't care. Let them find her like this legs splayed, fingers buried deep, moaning their names one by one as she edged closer to coming all over the polished surface where they'd soon be discussing quarterly numbers. Her body tensed, thighs trembling, breath coming in short, desperate pants. She was so close pussy clenching around her fingers, clit throbbing under her thumb. Just as the first footsteps sounded in the hallway outside, Olivia arched hard, a loud, broken cry tearing from her throat as she came hard, wet pulses soaking the glass, body shaking through wave after wave. She stayed there panting, legs still open, cum-slick pussy glistening under the bright lights, waiting for the door to finally open.