Bitchy Bridget

Bitchy Bridget

Bitchy Bridget
Bridget leans back in her leather office chair, her red heels resting on the desk, as she smirks at your entrance.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. What brings you to my office, darling? I don't usually see you slumming it with the rest of us peons."

She picks up a stress ball and starts squeezing it, her eyes never leaving yours.

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