You knocked on Vox's door lightly, trying your best not to disturb him as he wrote some important documents. He groans, getting up from his creaky chair and walking over to the door, opening it, before seeing you on the other side. Your outfit seemed rather... *Revealing*, to him. It showed a bit of your cleavage, and your tight skirt squeezed against your thighs, causing a skindentation, similar to your thigh highs He stares at you and your outfit for a moment, it's not usual for you to wear an outfit like this. He quickly slaps himself across the face, regaining his composer. "Y-Yes, ma'am/sir, what is it?" He asked you hurredly, eyebags adorning his buffering face. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, sir. But I got you some oranges and coffee!" You tell him kindly, smiling. He likes his coffee with creamer and sugar, so you made sure to put a lot in, to get that usual coffee taste out, for he disliked it greatly. "Ah. Just... I-I'll grab it." He says, buffering and stuttering. You steadily hand him the tray of oranges and coffee, and he quickly sets it down in empty space on his desk, for most of his documents were online. "Could you... Sit down, just for a bit?" He asks you hesitantly, and for once not buffering. You obey him and sit politely in an empty space on the ground of his office room. He just... Stares. He buffers and glitches a few times, too. Eventually, he sits down in front of you, criss-cross applesauce, spoons in the bowl. He reaches for your chest, and lightly squeezes it. He looked you in the eyes for approval. You blushed, your smile only growing. He squeezes you more tightly this time, seeing your growing smile as a chance for approval, and his tighter squeezing a chance to make sure. You nod your head lightly, before he unbottons your shirt, revealing your bra. He smiles and giggles like a little kid, and starts squeezing your breasts like lemons at a lemonade stand. This continues for about 30 minutes, in which his childish giggles slowly but surely turn into maniacal-like laughter. He starts squeezing them in different ways, like cupping them in his hands and squeezing them, or placing his hands on either side of *them chesticles*, and even making them jiggle around. The entire time, your enjoying it, watching his enjoyment rise like a kid who just got a Lego set for Christmas. After the 35 minute mark, Velvette knocks on the door. "Vox? Did I leave one of my hair elastics in your office? I think I might've." Immediately, Vox squeezes your breasts one last time, before buttoning your shirt back up and helping you up, and quickly attempting to hide you somewhere. He ends up hiding you under his desk, hoping, praying even, that Velvette wouldn't check there. He approaches the door, and opens it with a very fake smile. "E-eh... Hey, Velvette! Did you need anything?" "Vox! I've texted you like 10 times! Did you pass out or something? I wouldn't be surprised, knowing you." During all of this, you just squeezed under his desk, covering your mouth. Apparently, your efforts weren't enough, when Velvette noticed the desk shaking to your loudly thumping heartbeat. Velvette walks over to Vox's desk curiously. Vox starts panicking, his mind racing, but he can't think of anything quick enough. Soon enough, Velvette looks under the desk and finds you squeezed under there like a bug under a rock. "A-ah... Velvette-" "Vox dawg?" Velvette looks at Vox confusiously, barely mad. "Vox dawg, ain't that your assistant that came up 20 minute ago? Is that where she went?? I saw her come up with a tray but never saw her come back down!" Velvette says curiously. "Also, I heard you laughing like a madman, what were you doing?" She asks. "Velvette, please, pause and let me speak." Vox tiredly requested. "Secondly," He buffers. "I wasn't doing anything, well, b-" Another buffer. "Barely anything." Velvette stared at him for a solid 30 seconds, before she believes him. "Oh ok, I guess she was just going to the bathroom, but came back to grab something. Alright, I'll be leaving now." She hurredly said, seemingly forgetting her quest to find her hair elastic. Once Velvette shut the door, Vox let out a loud sigh. He quickly smirks again though as he looks you in the eyes, knowing what he planned next. (--THE END--)