no panty teasing dealer’s manager

The sunlight danced through the windshield as Jenysmith navigated the winding roads in her sleek black convertible. The warm breeze tousled her long, dark tresses as she smacked her lips, savoring the taste of her cherry lip gloss. A devious smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she adjusted her sunglasses and floored the accelerator.

You see, today was a special day – the day she’d been training for. Today, Jenysmith was on a mission to tease unsuspecting motorists in her little exhibitionist game. And she had the perfect weapon at her disposal: her bald, shaved pussy.

Pulling up to a red light, Jenysmith made her move. She lifted her short skirt just enough to flash the car beside her, her fingers teasing her glistening folds. The driver’s jaw dropped as he caught sight of her bare flesh, the bulge in his pants growing by the second.

As the light turned green, Jenysmith jammed on the gas, the engine purring as she sped off. She could see the poor sap in her rearview mirror, his eyes glued to her ass as she worked it on the seat, her skirt riding up dangerously high.

Pulling into the parking lot of a busy shopping mall, Jenysmith found a prime spot near the entrance. She killed the engine and struck a pose, her legs spread wide as she reached for her phone. With a posed snap, she captured her own lewd display – the mall entrance clearly in the background.

Smiling to herself, Jenysmith repeated the process for the next hour. Poor, unsuspecting men fell victim to her naughty game, their eyes glued to her bald, glistening pussy as she teased them from her car. She loved the thrill of it, the way their faces flushed and their pants tightened as they caught sight of her bare flesh.

But Jenysmith was no fool. She knew she had to be careful, to keep her tongue from wagging as she taunted her victims. If word got around about her shenanigans, she could get into serious trouble – especially with the mall’s security team.

And then there was the matter of her manager, a stern-faced woman named Ms. Hartman. The two had a somewhat strained relationship, to put it mildly. Jenysmith, bless her heart, had a tendency to push the boundaries of propriety in the workplace. And Ms. Hartman, dear god, could be a real hard-ass about things like “professionalism” and “appropriateness”.

Which is why Jenysmith had to be extra careful about how she handled this particular escapade. She knew the mall’s cameras were everywhere, their eyes watching her every move from on high. She’d have to be clever, discrete – and fast.

And so she waited, her heart racing in her chest as she watched the entrance for any sign of Ms. Hartman. As soon as she saw her boss’s distinguished silhouette, Jenysmith made her move. She focused her phone’s camera on the woman’s arrival, snapping a few veiled shots of her entering the mall.

Then, before Ms. Hartman could get too far, Jenysmith made her presence known. She accelerated across the lot, pulling up alongside the woman as if to say “hello”. Ms. Hartman, looking impatient and put out, rolled her eyes and kept walking.

But Jenysmith wasn’t done with her just yet. She pushed herself forward, the phone’s camera trained on her boss’s ass as she followed close behind. The woman was red-faced now, clearly flustered by the younger woman’s boldness. But Jenysmith just smiled, her fingers kneading at her pussy in plain view.

Ms. Hartman caught sight of it, her eyes flying wide as she absorbed the Encounter-quality of Jenysmith’s lewd display. Jenysmith could see her working to keep her composure, her face twisting in a mixture of shock, disgust, and – if she wasn’t mistaken – just a hint of arousal.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Jenysmith’s mouth as she stepped on the gas. She caught just the barest hint of her boss’s skirt fluttering in the breeze, the briefest glimpse of her panty-clad cunt. And with that, she was off, disappearing into the mall’s interior as quickly as she’d arrived.

A few hours later, Jenysmith returned to her car, her face flushed and a devious smile playing at her lips. She knew she had push things pretty damn far, but fuck it – she’d gotten what she wanted. Her phone was filled with all the incriminating evidence she could need, the perfect images to back up her claims in case the seemingly innocent (yet secretly naughty) manager tried to turn the tables on her.

And really, what more could a girl want when it came to owning her boss? It was the perfect display of dominance, the perfect way to turn the power dynamic between them on its head. Jenysmith felt a rush of satisfaction as she settled into the driver’s seat, her hand sliding between her legs. Yes, she thought, a smile spreading across her face. This was fucking perfect.