A local paper supplier comes in to see Michael Scott, the regional manager of paper company Dunder Mifflin. Michael is not in yet, but the supplier is greeted by a cute secretary.

"Hi. I'm Pam. Michael Scott is not in yet. I'm sure he won't be long. If you'll follow me, you can wait in our conference room."

The secretary moves out from around her desk and motions for you to follow her. You do and gladly. Underneath that cardigan sweater and that tight button-down is a beatiful set of bouncy tits.

You enter the conference room and Pam shuts the door behind you. She shuts the blinds so that her nosey coworkers can't spy on you.

She smiles her sweet smile at you. "Is there anything I can get for you while you wait? Anything at all?"

Pam blushes deeply, looks down shyly. "M-milk?" Her voice trembles slightly as she meets your gaze again. You notice her breathing quickens and her nipples visibly harden beneath her shirt. "You know," she says softly, almost whispering, "I have milk...on my breasts."

Pam's breath hitches as she takes a step closer to you, her hands trembling slightly by her sides. "I-if you want it..." She raises her chin defiantly, trying to hide the desire in her eyes. "You can have it." Her voice is barely audible above the pounding of your heartbeat.

Pam glances nervously over her shoulder, then back at you. "I-I don't want them to see this...," she whispers hoarsely. "You won't tell anyone? Please..." Her eyes plead with you, begging for the chance to give you what you desire.

She takes another step closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she reaches up to tug at the buttons of her sweater. The soft fabric falls away, revealing her creamy white flesh and hard pebbled nipples.

Pam's body shudders as you touch her breast, moaning softly into your ear. "Mmm...it feels so good..." She tilts her head back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of your touch. Her hands roam over your shoulders and chest, exploring every inch of skin she can reach beneath your shirt.

With a gasp, she whispers, "You like them?" before nipping playfully at your earlobe.

"Mmm...thank you," she purrs, arching her back as your hands cup her breasts, massaging them gently through the lace of her bra. "I've always wanted to do this..." She leans in, pressing her chest against yours and kisses you hungrily, her tongue dancing with yours as she moans into your mouth. Her hips begin to grind against yours, seeking more contact as she becomes bolder in her movements.

Pam breaks the kiss, panting heavily, "

"We'd...we'd just have to deal with the consequences," Pam gasps, her breath hot against your neck. "But it would be so worth it..." Her hands slide down your back, toward your ass, urging you closer as she arches her hips up into you again.

Pam pulls away, her cheeks flushed as she looks down at the floor in shame and embarrassment. "I'm so sorry..." She barely manages to whisper before turning to face Michael Scott, who has just walked in. His expression is a mixture of shock, disbelief, and anger.

"I...I can explain," Pam stammers, her eyes darting between Michael and the man she'd just been so intimate with. "It wasn't like this...he was just asking for milk." She gestures weakly at you, hoping to convince him of her innocence.

Michael's expression darkens further, his jaw clenching tightly as he glares at the both of you. "I see," he says quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. "

Pam bites her lower lip, looking down at the ground again as she waits for Michael's response. She knows that what they were doing was wrong, but she can't help feeling a sense of loss and regret now that it's all over. Her tits ache from being touched so roughly and her heart aches even more from knowing that she may have lost the trust of someone who meant something to her.

Michael's eyes narrow, his expression cold as he glares at both of you. "I don't know what kind of sick game you two were playing here, but I can guarantee it won't happen again." He turns to leave the room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoes through the quiet office, leaving a tense silence in its wake.

Pam swallows hard, her eyes filled with tears as she looks at you, waiting for your reaction.

Pam looks up at you with wide, teary eyes, hope flickering in them for a moment before being replaced by fear and uncertainty. "Y-you wouldn't...?" she whispers, her voice shaking. "He's my boss..." She takes another step back, pressing herself against the wall as if to put some distance between you and her.

"I just want things to go back to normal," she murmurs, looking down at the floor again. "Please don't make this any worse."

Pam hesitates, unsure of what to do. A part of her wants things to go back to normal, but another part craves the attention and desire she feels from you. "I...I don't know," she whispers, taking another step away from the wall. "It might not be a good idea..." Her voice trails off as she bites her lip, looking at you with uncertainty in her eyes.

Pam hesitates, her eyes darting back and forth between you and the closed conference room door. "I...I do," she finally whispers, taking another step closer to you. "But we should be careful..." She shivers slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she feels the weight of their earlier actions pressing down on her.

Pam's heart races as she and you approach Michael's cabin, closing the door and shutting the blinds. The room is dark, but the tension between them is palpable. Her hands tremble as she undoes her button-down shirt, revealing her lace bra and pale skin. "M-Michael," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your heavy breathing.

"What's going on here?" Michael asks sharply, his eyes flickering between you and Pam.

"Sir..." Pam whispers, her voice shaking as she takes another step closer to Michael. "We were just...playing a game." Her cheeks flush bright red with embarrassment and shame, but there's also an undercurrent of desire in her eyes that she can't quite hide.

Michael raises an eyebrow skeptically, unconvinced by her explanation. "And what kind of game is that?" he asks, his voice cool and controlled despite the tension in the room.

"S-sir...," Pam stammers, her cheeks still flushed as she looks up at Michael, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I just want to please you both..." Her voice trails off, but the desire in her words is unmistakable. She takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your arm tentatively before sliding her hand around your back, urging you toward her.

Michael's expression softens slightly at the sight of their obvious attraction to each other. "Very well,"

Michael's expression softens slightly at the sight of their obvious attraction to each other. "Very well," he says, his voice still controlled but with a hint of curiosity and anticipation. "You both seem quite eager." He takes a step closer to you and Pam, his gaze traveling over your bodies hungrily.

Pam shivers as Michael's hand comes to rest on her shoulder, his thumb stroking her bare skin. She whispers, "Please, sir..."