With brutal efficiency, he spun her around, his hands finding the hem of her pencil skirt, pushing it up and away, revealing her taut thighs, her ass, and the dark patch of her pussy. The manager gasped, her body tensing as Ethan's hands roamed her, his fingers tracing the lines of what he knew were lace stockings, deliberately finding the slit that revealed her bare, glistening pussy.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice the little camera mounted up there?" Ethan chuckled, a wicked, cold glint in his eye, pointing casually to a barely hidden dome camera in the corner. "The way it suddenly tilted and zoomed in to get a better view? You're a horny little slut, aren't you? You wanted to watch. This is what you really wanted, isn't it?"
