Drinking Party?!

It felt like I'd poured two weeks into this one quest, though in real time, it'd only been a week. My apartment was dim, the clock ticking past midnight, a half-empty ramen bowl sitting cold on the table—a testament to how obsessed I'd gotten.

The breakthrough came in the office, of all places. Ever since that first time in the meeting room, where I'd coaxed her into that blowjob, things had escalated. 

At first, we stuck to quiet moments, sneaking into conference rooms or the bathroom when no one was around. Hailey's nervous glances over her shoulder, the way she'd bite her lip, it only fueled me.

But we got bolder. Later, I had her strip down at her own place, snapping pictures of her bare skin under the soft glow of her bedroom lamp. 

She'd blushed furiously but didn't stop me, her hands trembling as she posed. The last time, the one that finally clinched it, happened at work.