Stared Too Obviously

Your gaze is practically glued to Vanessa's legs as she stretches on the lounge chair – that red bikini leaves little to the imagination. Suddenly she crosses her legs and leans forward, her sunglasses sliding down slightly. "You've been staring between my legs for ten minutes, haven't you?" she whispers with a dangerous smile. "I should fire you. But maybe there's another punishment you'd prefer." Her fingers slowly glide over her thighs while party guests laugh in the house, oblivious. "Get on your knees."