C2 THE OFFICE

They went to Victoria’s office, Charlotte still trembling and imagining the worst-case scenario. Victoria sat behind her desk while Charlotte remained standing in front of her. She watched Victoria arrange some files and glance at her phone.

'Such a beautiful woman', Charlotte thought. She couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how gorgeous Victoria was.

“I might melt.”

Charlotte snapped back to reality when Victoria spoke. She lowered her head, waiting for Victoria to give her the final verdict.

“If you want to fire me, fine. But at least give me the money I worked hard for over the past six months,” she stated, still looking at the floor with her hands clasped together.

She then heard Victoria stand up, her heels clicking as she walked toward her. Victoria sat down in front of her desk and faced Charlotte.

“You can stay at this factory. You can be regularized, on one condition…”

Victoria purposely stopped mid-sentence before pulling Charlotte onto her lap. She buried her face in Charlotte’s neck and whispered into her ear.

“I need you.”

She slowly breathed against Charlotte’s neck while still holding her on her lap. Charlotte instantly pulled away and slapped Victoria.

“Who do you think you are?! You pervert!” she snapped.

She was about to slap Victoria again, but Victoria saw it coming and stopped her by grabbing her hand. She pinned Charlotte against the table and whispered into her ear again.

“Think about it—for your sisters. Right?” Victoria said seductively.

She began kissing the back of Charlotte’s neck while still holding her against the table.

Charlotte thought about it. She knew it would be difficult for her to find a new job and couldn’t risk being unemployed.

When Victoria felt Charlotte stop resisting, she slowly loosened her grip on her arms, though she remained close to her. Charlotte slowly turned to face Victoria and told her that she would accept the offer but on one condition.

She needed higher compensation.

Victoria smiled, thinking that Charlotte was just like the other girls, craving her money.

Victoria accepted her condition and began kissing Charlotte’s neck again. There was something about this woman that made her unable to stop.

She slowly moved lower while unbuttoning Charlotte’s uniform. Charlotte remained silent, breathing heavily as she struggled to understand why she was enjoying it.

Victoria then removed Charlotte’s uniform top, revealing her skin-toned bra. Victoria’s throat went dry as she hurriedly removed it and began sucking her nipples.

Charlotte was caught off guard, and a loud moan echoed through Victoria’s office.

'Her tongue feels so good…' she thought.

Victoria enjoyed hearing her reaction and continued to explore Charlotte’s body with her hands. She placed her hands around Charlotte’s waist and pulled her closer.

She had only wanted to tease her, but she couldn’t stop. She was burning with desire, and she wanted Charlotte now.

Victoria stopped sucking her nipples and started kissing her.

Victoria finally pulled away, leaving Charlotte breathless.

Charlotte’s eyes widened. She had never been kissed by a woman before. The unfamiliarity of it left her frozen for a moment, unable to decide whether she should pull away or surrender to the strange warmth spreading through her.

Victoria kissed her again, slower this time, and Charlotte instinctively closed her eyes. She tried to follow Victoria’s rhythm, uncertain and inexperienced.

Victoria noticed.

A faint, satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

She deliberately stopped in the middle of the kiss, pulling back just enough for their lips to remain barely touching. Her eyes searched Charlotte’s face, taking in the flushed cheeks and the longing in her expression.

“Do you like it?” Victoria asked softly.

She punctuated the question with a few teasing kisses.

Charlotte's heart raced.

Victoria wanted her to crave this. To want her. To become so accustomed to her that she would eventually find it impossible to stay away.

And then a thought crossed Victoria’s mind.

Love?

Could she really make Charlotte love her?

Before Charlotte could lean forward and kiss her again, Victoria abruptly pulled away.

Something had changed in her expression, as though reality had suddenly caught up with her.

She cleared her throat and looked at Charlotte.

Only then did Victoria seem to notice just how exposed the young woman was standing before her.

“Go back to work,” Victoria said, her voice suddenly cold and dismissive.

Charlotte blinked.

The words snapped her back to reality.

She looked down at herself and immediately realized how much of her uniform had been undone. Heat rushed to her face. She hurriedly fixed her clothes, her fingers trembling as she tried to make herself presentable again.

“I-I’m sorry…” she stammered.

She turned toward the door, desperate to escape the room and the embarrassment burning through her.

But before she could reach it, a hand caught her wrist.

Charlotte barely had time to turn around before Victoria pulled her back and kissed her deeply.

The suddenness of it left Charlotte stunned.

When Victoria finally released her, she looked directly into Charlotte’s eyes.

“Come back to my office after your shift.”

Charlotte swallowed.

“Meet me here again, and we’ll discuss your employment,” Victoria added, her tone leaving no room for argument.

With that, Victoria returned to her chair as though nothing unusual had happened.

Charlotte stood there for another moment, trying to steady herself.

Then she walked out.

Her legs felt strangely weak.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, she realized something else.

Almost everyone was waiting for her.

The older women who had been working nearby immediately noticed her flushed face. A few exchanged worried glances before hurrying toward her.

“Sweetheart…” one of them said gently.

Another woman placed a comforting hand on Charlotte’s shoulder.

“Don’t cry. I never thought she was that heartless.”

Charlotte opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She couldn't explain what had happened.

She didn't even know how to explain it to herself.

Her mind was still trying to process everything—the fear, the confusion, the humiliation, and the strange feelings she couldn't quite put into words.

The older woman mistook her silence for shock.

Perhaps, in a way, they weren't entirely wrong.

Charlotte finally forced herself to speak.

“I’m still employed,” she said quietly. “But the boss wants to speak with me after my shift.”

The women exchanged glances.

Some wished her good luck.

Others quietly advised her to pack her things and leave while she still had the chance.

Charlotte listened without responding.

She couldn't leave.

Not yet.

She needed the job.

She needed the money for her sisters.

And, more than anything, she needed to know what Victoria wanted from her.

Charlotte glanced back toward the closed office door.

A chill ran down her spine.

She wasn't afraid of losing her job anymore.

She was afraid of what would happen when she had to face Victoria again.