Bring Your Teen To Work Day

Bring Your Teen To Work day. Sophia Locke drags her knockout daughter Penelope Kay into the office and dumps her on Nathan Bronson with one instruction: keep her busy. Nathan figures filing duty, maybe coffee runs. Then Penelope corners him in the copy room, lips at his ear, hand already palming the front of his slacks. She drops to her knees between the gray filing cabinets, pops his belt open, and swallows him whole while her mother’s heels click past the frosted glass door. He tries to push her off. She sucks harder. Ten minutes later Sophia’s back, leaning over Nathan’s desk, asking about projections while Penelope’s hidden underneath, jerking him slow and tight, thumb rolling over the slick head every time Sophia says his name. He white-knuckles the desk edge. Penelope doesn’t stop. Later, in the stairwell, Penelope hikes her skirt, backs onto him, and fucks him standing while Sophia’s voice drifts up from two floors below. Every creak of the railing sounds like discovery. They finish just as the door opens above them and they scramble apart, breathing hard, hearts slamming. By lunch Penelope’s on her back across the conference table, Nathan driving into her while Sophia takes a call just outside, the frosted door the only shield. Penelope bites her own wrist to stay quiet when she comes, and Nathan follows right after, both of them shaking, one wrong knock away from getting caught.