One Thousand and One Nights (6th Edition) Night 4: Playful School Uniform

No one warned me that at Logic Circle, no one would

dress up elaborately for Halloween.

Honestly, when I put on that plaid skirt that mimicked a school uniform and that mini top, I

hoped I'd stand out a little and catch the boss's eye.

However, as I walked through the company doors, I realized I was the only

one desks and stared at me, my heart sank

. I coldly told myself, "Today's over!"

Walking through the rows of gray workspaces, my thick heels screeched annoyingly against the carpet.

Everyone buried in their reports wore normal white shirts and decent, quiet

shoes, and their expressions ranged from amused to mocking to disgust.

How could someone as playful as me end up in such a monotonous and rigid company as Logic Circle?

A few months ago, the company's new CEO wanted to recruit a young, quick-witted advertising manager. He hoped

this newcomer could bring a breath of fresh air to the rather dull company, and I was chosen as soon as I applied

.

My previous job was at a trendy graphic arts company, and I sometimes did

promotional ads for independent bands. It was all very interesting work, but I couldn't resist the lure of high salaries in the tech industry, and

at 25, I was also eager to pay off a considerable amount of student loans.

My boss, Jack McDonald, seemed to appreciate my cynical approach to advertising and marketing, but I

was never sure if he had any feelings for me. We would occasionally exchange teasing

text messages online at work, but whenever I got excited and thought something was about to happen, he would immediately back down.

During company meetings, I wasn't afraid to challenge him. When presenting my advertising proposals, I often

interspersed with witty flirtations, which made my colleagues quite uncomfortable. I knew

there were many ambiguous, romantic suspicions about our relationship within the company. Unfortunately, there was really nothing to suspect between us.

Jack was very good to me, but only at work. Even when we were alone discussing things, he never

showed any personal feelings.

I, on the other hand, was hopelessly in love with him. He had that captivating, assertive demeanor of a young CEO. He

was under 35, tall and thin, with dark brown hair and black-rimmed glasses. His eyes had an interesting

pale green tint, which stood out against his fair, almost translucent skin.

Jack usually wore black—a black shirt, a black suit jacket, and a gleaming black tie. His

face was always impeccably groomed, exuding the air of a sophisticated metropolis man. Oh! And one more thing—

the cologne he wore was the most alluring I had ever smelled.

And me? I was a cheerleader in my student days, youthful and beautiful, with a figure comparable to a supermodel—the most

stylish and

eye-catching woman on the streets of the metropolis! Intuitively, we seemed like a perfect match, like a handsome man and beautiful woman from an idol drama. From what I observed from the side, he was still single, working late almost every day, as if chained

to his desk, enslaved by the budgets and reports that CEOs needed to process.

His glass-enclosed office was in the center of all the workspaces, so it was impossible for him not to have noticed that

I had previously used a bright yellow and blue contrasting curtain to cover the walls of my workspace; or that when I wore trendy clothes,

I attracted the attention of my colleagues who were like worker bees. To be honest,

the main purpose of my cute Halloween costume was to test his feelings, to see if he felt the same way about me.

When I turned the corner and came into his line of sight, Jack looked me up and down, scrutinizing my extremely

short skirt, exposed belly button, high heels, and playful ponytail. I stared back at him, a

confident smile on my face, secretly testing his limits. I wondered if he'd call me into his office and give me a dressing-down

for being so inappropriate and damaging to the company's image! ...Maybe I needed

that to make Halloween fun.

Everyone in the office was watching. Those who disliked me probably hoped the boss would

fire me on the spot. But he just nodded at me, then turned back to his computer screen,

his face contorted with barely suppressed laughter.

When I got to my desk, a message from the boss immediately popped up on the screen...

I knew it, I knew it! The fish had taken the bait, it was so easy!

Jamie: "Hey, I see you're enjoying the Halloween celebration."

He noticed my school uniform.

Kuanna: "As a creative colleague... it's my responsibility to bring some festive

spirit ."

Jamike: "You could hollow out a pumpkin."

Kuanna: "In the office? Disgusting. It's more fun in a masquerade costume, and it won't interfere with

the important and proper business of the logic circle."

Jamike: "I disagree. Your attire makes it difficult for me to maintain proper business in the logic circle."

He's had quite a bit of humor today, which is great!

Kuanna: "Why do you say that, Mr. McDonald?"

Jamak: "A school uniform is one thing, but your skirt is too short, really too short, and your

top is completely inappropriate for the office."

Kuanna: "Perhaps I should take it off?"

Jamak: "Perhaps you should."

Kuanna: "The suggestion that I should take off my top makes me extremely disgusted."

Jamak: "I'm afraid even the skirt has to be taken off."

Kuanna: "The skirt has to be taken off?! Then I'm extremely, extremely disgusted, especially since my

underwear is also very inappropriate."

Jamak: "That needs to be examined to determine."

Kuanna: "I only need to describe it, I really don't need to examine it."

Jamak: "The examination I'm referring to is your behavior, not your panties."

Kuanna: "Protest! Those aren't panties."

Jamak: "I've observed that you often let your panty strap peek out from under your super short mini-skirt, so I

can confidently deduce that the inappropriate underwear is something like panties."

Kuanna: "You really pay attention to my performance."

A long pause followed, and my chat window showed Jack typing, pausing, continuing

, pausing again; he seemed unsure what message to send, and finally saw

it after a while.

Jack: "I really want to pay more attention to your performance."

What did that mean? Was it a clumsy way of expressing his liking for me? Whatever, I'll just confess.

Kuanna: "Then, I can accept a private meeting for that."

I took a deep breath and looked up; Jack was looking at me, our eyes met.

Was too fast?

Damn! I should have been more subtle with my flirting; I could tell he was wavering. I

didn't know if he was worried about this boss-employee ethics issue, or if he was trying to find a suitable

way to tell me he wasn't interested.

Sigh! Probably hopeless… I typed a line with a heavy heart.

Kuanna: "Sorry."

Still no response. I started to worry.

Kuanna: "Am I fired?"

Jack: "No."

A pause.

Jack: "Stay after work."

Great! I offered a sweet smile while desperately trying to suppress

the urge to dance with joy.

The next day was unbearable. I didn't know what Jack wanted to do with me, but I knew what I was expecting

. The pressure from all the lust was almost killing me, and I desperately wanted to know what Jack thought of me.

Maybe he would gentlemanly arrange a date, maybe he would professionally advise me to keep my distance,

or most excitingly, he would take me right there on his desk! Who knows!

After a whole day filled with the slurred, malicious comments from my male colleagues and

the lustful drooling of toads wanting to eat swan meat, at exactly six o'clock in the afternoon, my colleagues gradually dispersed. Although I sometimes work overtime to complete

plans or meet deadlines, today I

saw suspicious looks from the last few colleagues who left. They looked at Jack with grim faces, then at me, shook their heads, and left.

Let them think what they want. I actually hope that the most morbid, twisted, and

fantastical will finally come true on my ripe, peach-like body.

At 6:45, everyone left, leaving only me at my desk, pretending to still be working

on the company's latest promotional materials, blankly doodling on paper. I casually crumpled up a failed design and tossed

it into the trash can next to my desk, then looked up with an innocent expression and glanced at Jack.

Jack was watching me.

At 6:50, his voice came through the loudspeaker, so loud it shook the entire office.

"Anna Stephens, please come to Jack's office, Anna Stephens."

I looked up and saw Jack grinning at me like a mischievous child, smugly

pleased .

I smiled happily, stood up, and straightened my skirt and top, letting Jack see me smoothing the folds of my plaid skirt

and adjusting the bow on my white tank top.

I opened his office door and went in, saying, "Hi, you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah, I guess we don't really need a megaphone. Are you ready for our meeting?"

He stood up from behind his desk and walked to the center of the empty office. Even

under the pale fluorescent light, he still looked so handsome. He was dressed in black as usual, and as he approached me, the

alluring scent of cologne enveloped me.

I felt a surge of anticipation in my stomach, and to hide my embarrassment, I casually said, "I

'm not sure what we'll talk about. Is it about scolding me for spending Halloween at the company, or are you really serious about

discussing my performance?"

He took a step forward, then leaned even closer. "Actually, I'm not quite sure either."

"What?"

"I wanted to kiss you. May I... uh, really?"

Was he blushing at the thought? He looked so endearing.

"I was wondering when you'd finally ask me,"

he said, still hesitantly standing in front of me. "Is it okay?"

"Yes!"

He placed one hand on my shoulder and cupped my cheek with the other, bringing his lips close to mine. Jack

's soft, effortless touch pressed against my full lips, his tongue gliding over mine, intertwining with mine

. He slid his hands behind my back, pulling us closer together. As our kiss deepened and

became more urgent, he held me tighter.

Our mouths opened, our tongues mingled, and we kissed passionately. I inhaled his scent and

began to grind against him with my hips. This action surprised not only him but also myself; I had never been

so proactive with a man before.

Jack raised his hand to stroke my brown hair, his fingers teasing the back of my neck. Maintaining the kiss

, he skillfully maneuvered me halfway around, turning my back to the desk, and pushed me step by step towards him.

When I touched the edge of the desk behind me, I stopped kissing and said, "Are you sure this is okay? Anyone

could walk in."

I looked around the office, surrounded by glass walls, offering a 360-degree view. I was already burning with desire

and needed to be manipulated, but I didn't want Jack to do anything he'd regret.

Hearing me say this, he silently pulled my arm and led me away from his desk.

My heart sank, and I immediately regretted saying such a jarring thing. However, Jack

faced the desk without a word, and with a sweep of his hands, he swept all the papers, staplers, folders, and data

onto the floor, leaving the entire desk empty except for a laptop.

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Impressive."

"I've wanted to do this for a while, but I still don't think sweeping the computer onto the floor is a good idea."

He shut down the computer, closed it, carefully moved it to a chair, then turned around and put his arm around me.

My shapely buttocks pressed against his, and we continued our passionate kiss, my back against his large, empty desk.

I kicked my feet onto the desk, lay back, and pulled him onto me. He tensed slightly

, seemingly surprised that I had so quickly transitioned from a simple kiss to a horizontal

position .

Feeling him on top of me, his entire penis pressed tightly against my short skirt, he was already hard.

I kissed him, subtly parting my legs slightly, letting my private parts enjoy his warm, swollen heat.

Jack quickly overcame his surprise and, in response to my passion, he moved one hand from behind my neck to my chest,

caressing and kneading my full breasts through the thin fabric. With his other hand, he held my left elbow and slowly raised

it above my head. He gripped my wrist tightly, and I happily swayed.

Encouraged , he used his other hand to raise my right hand above my head, then grasped both my wrists with his large right hand.

Our breathing quickened, and I thrust my breasts towards him, emphasizing my

alluring yet seemingly vulnerable posture.

Jack used his right hand to hold my hands above my head, then his left hand explored

the curves , his fingers teasing my exposed navel and the secret place hidden beneath my skirt folds.

Overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure, I unconsciously turned my head to one side, and Jack took the opportunity to invade my snow-white

neck , kissing his way down my jawline, while his hand roamed between my thighs, gently teasing.

He pushed up my short skirt with one hand, caressing the front of my white lace thong, then

moved his hand to my breasts, rubbing his hips against my private parts, while secretly unbuttoning my top,

revealing a sexy silk bra. At this moment, his lips once again found my lips.

The schoolgirl skirt had climbed up to my navel, and Jack's belt was pressing against the sensitive

skin above my thong. He noticed me shifting my position to avoid touching the rough surface of the belt, so he moved slightly to

unbuckle his belt. He also unbuckled his black suit jacket, letting it slide to the ground.

Now, all that stood between us was my lace thong and his smooth underwear.

Still holding my hands above my head, he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, then pressed his warm, smooth chest against

my soft breasts. Our mouths met in a hungry kiss, and I spread my legs, tightly wrapping them around his

hips .

Jack kissed his way down my neck to my chest, biting the top of my bra and pulling it

down to reveal my large, bright red nipples. His lips alternated between my breasts,

sucking, licking, and gently biting. With each alternating sensation, I gasped for breath.

"Jack, I want you to fuck me!" I pleaded with him, feeling his hardness pressing against my thong

, my lust surging.

Jack didn't say a word, nor did he stop assaulting my nipples. He pulled down his underwear, letting

me feel his fully erect penis spring out, slapping between my thighs.

Then, he bent a finger, hooked the back edge of the thong, and pulled it down. The elastic band scraped against my fair

skin. I gently lifted my buttocks, letting Jack pull the thong down to a position where it could fall freely. I gave a slight

jerk , and the thong was no longer in the way.

He also let his pants and underwear fall freely to the ground. At this point, we were almost completely naked,

except for his open shirt and the bra that Jack had pulled down below his breasts.

Looking into Jack's eyes, I felt his glans gently sweeping up and down across the opening of my vagina. I

knew

he was smearing the nectar I secreted from my aroused state onto his entire glans, preparing for the ravages I had dreamed of for months.

I spread my legs wide, thrusting forward to encourage him to penetrate me. My body was

burning . I lifted my upper body and lightly kissed his lips. He looked at me with a slight smile, his penis pushing in a little more. I

felt how thick it was. My lips formed a silent "please," my eyes

pleading I had to feel the full length of his penis!

I waited impatiently for his penis to enter inch by inch. His gaze never left me. I

moaned, trying to free my hands from his grasp, but Jack held them tightly, seemingly

enjoying the pleasure of slowly tormenting me.

When Jack's penis first entered my wet, thirsty passage, it felt as if it were taking turns connecting with

every . I could feel the sharp edges of his glans scraping against the vaginal walls. Finally, he seemed unable to hold back

any longer and thrust all the way in. The excessive length of his penis hitting the bottom caused me to cry out in discomfort.

He paused for a moment to make sure I was okay before slowly beginning to thrust in and out. He closed his eyes and

gently fucked me. I could see that he was enjoying

the wonderful feeling of my young, smooth, and tight honeypot, which firmly enveloped his huge penis. With each thrust, he would almost completely pull out his penis, leaving only the glans between

my labia for a brief pause before neatly inserting it all the way in, until his pubic bone pressed against my excited clitoris.

With each deep thrust of his massive member, it pierced my G-spot, and pleasure

washed . This heavy, solid, and slow thrusting, like a loaded truck, was

exactly what I needed to reach orgasm. I could feel the energy of the waves building, and I

whispered , "Yes, Jack, right here, just like that!"

He moved freely in my garden, thrusting in and out with a sweet rhythm, while my body

heated up . Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled my mind, and I realized my honeypot was wildly encircling his penis. I

reached orgasm.

In response to my reaction, he quickened his thrusting pace, massaging his engorged and

sensitive penis with my tight honeypot, letting out a deep, animalistic growl. In the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but moan,

high and low . In our perfectly coordinated rhythm, the love juice seeping from my honeypot not only coated his

penis but even soaked his scrotum.

As my climax gradually subsided, Jack put his feet on the ground, grabbed my buttocks with his hands and lifted them up, while his

penis remained firmly inserted deep inside me. He turned around in place for a while, occasionally thrusting his penis into me,

making me scream excitedly.

Then he fell back onto the desk, my vagina still wrapped around his penis. I knelt on

the desk , and found myself riding him, my role shifting from submissive to dominant. I leaned back slightly,

closed my eyes, and savored the pleasure of this new position.

His hands encircled my waist, squeezing my firm buttocks. I brought my knees together to

grip his penis more tightly, then alternately bounced up and down, circling my hips to pleasure him, constantly

changing angles and depths to give him a variety of sensations. He

whispered my name softly and gently, which I took as a hint. I quickened the pace of my hip bounces, rapidly stroking his engorged penis. Each thrust forced him deeper into me. I leaned forward, letting my clitoris touch his skin with each thrust. 　　As I sensed his tension nearing its peak, my pleasure intensified. I knew that with greater focus, I could reach another climax. So I concentrated on the point where our genitals met, feeling his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina. I felt every inch of him penetrating deeply, and simultaneously , I deeply felt the waves of pleasure emanating from each friction of my clitoris against his groin. 　　Losing control, Jack frantically thrust his penis upwards at me, the force so great it even lifted my body. 　　I surrendered to the second wave of climax. He, too, was at his limit; his penis stiffened for a moment before erupting with warm, sticky passion, thick white semen . Our shared climax was intense. I first stiffened and arched my back on him, then collapsed limply onto him, utterly exhausted, overwhelmed by the lingering afterglow of our orgasm. 　　Jack's penis was still inside me. I nestled against him, resting until my heart stopped racing. Then I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He looked incredibly passionate , shirt open, pants down, sitting or lying on the empty desk, surrounded by scattered files and folders. Especially from my perspective, sitting on his limp penis, shirt open, underwear tossed somewhere on the floor. 　　Looking at him, I knew from his eyes that this wouldn't be our last time making love at this desk. He was addicted to the feeling, and so was I. 　　About ten minutes later, we finished dressing and tidied up a bit. Jack and I left his office. I went into my workspace to get my briefcase, catching my breath as I noticed the trash can on my desk was empty. This meant… 　　“Jack, the janitor was in our… um, he was in the office. He must… uh, have seen it.” 　　Jack walked to my computer and silently peeled off a sticker from the screen. It had a round smiley face and a few hastily written words: “Happy Halloween! To Jack and Anna.” 　　I exclaimed in alarm, “Wow!” 　　Jack smiled silently, put his arm around my shoulder, and kissed me. 　　“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. The janitor, Ted, is like a brother to me. I often take him to the bar for drinks and to talk. I’m sure he’s happy that I made a move on you.” 　　Hearing him say that not only reassured me but also made me happy. It turned out Jack had been interested in me all along . I kissed him back, packed my briefcase, and we walked out of the company side by side. 　　Through this change, the logic company suddenly became much more interesting. We said goodbye on the sidewalk, and I sweetly said to him, "Happy Halloween, Jack." 　　He smiled and replied, "Regarding the briefs, I was right." 　　"Actually, it was a thong," I protested playfully. " 　　Is there a difference?" he asked with a mischievous grin. 　　"Of course! There's a huge difference," I said seriously. "Really 　　? I'm not sure I can grasp this concept... Perhaps we need to have another meeting tomorrow to discuss it ?" 　　"Absolutely!" Sure enough, once he'd done it, he'd done it again. 　　"Great!" Jack's face was beaming. 　　Ah! I love my job! 　　Tonight was truly wonderful; I actually got to make love passionately with the person I'd been dreaming of for months. On my way home, I couldn't help but want to dance with joy. Passing the pharmacy on the corner, I suddenly remembered that these past few days weren't my safe period. 　　Jack didn't use a condom when he was with me, and during his orgasm, he poured all his pent-up semen deep inside me in one go. I might actually get pregnant and have a miscarriage. Hmm, just to be safe, I should probably buy some morning-after pills. Just as I was 　　about to turn and go into the pharmacy, a group of little kids in all sorts of costumes appeared before me—angels and devils, Spider-Man and Superman, vampires and pirates, and so on. 　　Each of them held a bag of candy they'd begged from the street, chattering excitedly, chanting " Trick or treat!" Behind them followed their proud parents . 　　These kids were all so excited, their faces flushed red—they were so adorable! It even stirred a strong ; I wanted to pick one of them up and give him a good kiss. If I could have a baby with Jack, I wonder if it would be just as cute? 　　Perhaps influenced by the Halloween atmosphere, a mischievous thought popped into my head: what if… 　　well, this is just a hypothetical; what if I really did get pregnant tonight, the night we pledged our love? Then, a few months later, when I told Jack the news, given that companies like Logical Media value their reputation, the board would absolutely not tolerate a scandal involving the CEO. In that case, a shotgun wedding would be inevitable… 　　For a Halloween prank, this outcome seems a bit too much, but I love Jack so deeply, and it's not like I did it on purpose—it's all his fault for not using a condom in the first place! 　　Thinking this, a smug smile crept onto my lips. I guess I won't need a condom tomorrow either. With light steps, I passed the pharmacy without going in. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　[The End]

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