My boss, Monsieur Duval, had always been somewhat cautious. A mature, plump man with thinning hair, he seemed impervious, but I could tell he was starting to suspect something.
At the end of the workday, he invited me to his office. “Julie, you’re charming, but I like to be sure about everything,” he said with a subtle smile. His gaze drifted downward, and I understood where this was going. “Would you mind if I made sure?”
For a moment, I hesitated, but then, with an innocent smile, I extended my hand and allowed him to examine my body, gently caressing it.