'No man can resist my temptation.' Rita, the waitress smirked when she saw how she was so close to making Manager Lang one among the slaves who knelt before her, slaves to their desires and their lust.
However, just as her lips were about to land on the man's, she felt nothing.
Her soft lips were puckered and ready to be pressed against the man's lips but sadly, all she was kissing right now was the air.
Manager Lang had effortlessly scooted his seat behind and thanks to the wheels on it, he did not have to exert any pressure as well.
The view before him was of the woman whose one knee was on the table as though she was trying to climb on top while her hands were supporting her weight on the table as she leaned forward.
Her lips were puckered but her eyes were wide open in shock at his obvious rejection of her advances.
