BT

After hours, the office is yours—until it isn’t. You’re alone at your desk, hand between your legs, chasing a careful, aching edge in the quiet. Then the footsteps come. Bruce Wayne, your boss, appears without warning, lingering longer than he needs to, standing too close, asking one more question. Every interruption forces you to freeze, compose yourself, and hide the unfinished heat while he remains in the room. The risk becomes the game. The denial becomes the addiction. And every time the door opens, you wonder how much longer you can keep playing without getting caught.