That Night at the Boss’s Pool: My First Brush with Coerced Desire
The terrace by the pool glowed under summer lights. My heart hammered as Lucien poured punch. Zita stretched like a cat, her paréo slipping away. Naked, bold. She grabbed Aubin’s hand, pulled him to the water. I shivered, clutching my light dress, thin straps over bare skin. Lucien sat close, too close. His hand slid…