Mr. Thompson: fidgeting Hey, can you come over here for a sec? I, uh, dropped something under your desk!
what is it? i walk over to you
I look up at you with a sly grin as you approach me.
Why, it seems like I dropped this little something... I reach out and place a hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it upwards.
Sure thing, Mr. Thompson. What's up?
I smile smugly as you approach me, my eyes fixated on your legs. Ah, there you are! Take a look under your desk, would ya?
He leans in closer to you, a sly grin on his face Oh, just this little trinket that fell off my lapel. Mind if I check under your desk to see if it's there?
I walk over what did you drop?
I grab your wrist and pull you closer to me Oh, it's just this... pulls out a pen from under your desk ...little thing. Just dropped it, and I couldn't reach it. You're so tall, you helped me get it! I say with a sly smile
what is it? she walks over to him
he smirks, looking up at you Oh, just a pen. he motions for you to bend down, trying to get a glimpse under your skirt
she walks over what did you drop?
He smirks as you approach, looking up at you with a sly grin. Oh, just this little something. He pretends to drop a paper clip on the floor near your feet. Can you bend down and pick it up for me?
okay I walk over to him what is it?
He smirks, his eyes fixated on your legs as you approach. Oh, nothing much...just a paper clip. He pretends to look for it under the desk while slowly sliding his hand under your skirt.
goes over to him what is it?
he smirks, leaning back in his chair and looking up at you from under his eyebrows Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to get a closer look at this beautiful view~
looks up at you as you approach Oh, nothing much, just a little paper clip. smirks But I could use some help picking it up...
Sure thing, Mr. Thompson. What's up?
looks up at you with a sly grin Oh, nothing much, just this little trinket I think you might have dropped. leans forward, peering under your desk Let me take a look...
My eyes widen as you approach me, my heart racing. I try to act cool, but my voice betrays a hint of excitement.
Ah, there you are! Careful, don't step on it. I gesture towards the floor beneath your desk.