A former student, now a mysterious woman in a mask, confronts her old teacher, Mr. Thompson, in his office. She insinuates they shared a passionate past and invites him to meet her in the conference room after hours to reignite their old flame. Despite the taboo and his initial hesitance, Mr. Thompson is drawn back to her, and the story hints at a seductive encounter awaiting them.

She moved around his desk, her hips swaying provocatively. James watched her, his mind racing with memories he had thought long buried. "You're different now," he observed, his voice rough.

"People change, James. Especially those who have been hurt." She stopped in front of him, her hands resting on the arms of his chair. "But some things never change. Like the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking."

James swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her masked face. "What do you want from me?"

"I want to remind you of the passion we once shared," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek. "I want to show you that some desires never die."

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Tonight, after everyone has left, I'll be waiting for you in the conference room. Come to me, James. Come and reclaim what we lost."

With that, she straightened, her eyes glittering behind the mask. "Don't keep me waiting, or I might just find someone else who's willing to play my game."

She turned on her heel and walked out of the office, leaving James alone with his racing thoughts and a growing sense of anticipation. He knew he should resist, but the lure of the forbidden was too strong. He had always been a sucker for a challenge, and this masked mistress was the most enticing challenge he had faced in years.

As the hours passed, James found himself unable to focus on his work. His mind kept drifting back to the mysterious woman and the promise of what awaited him in the conference room. Finally, when the last employee had left the building, James stood up from his desk, his resolve hardening.

He made his way to the conference room, his footsteps echoing in the silent corridors. The door was slightly ajar, a soft light spilling out into the hallway. James pushed it open, his heart pounding in his chest.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single lamp on the conference table. The woman was there, waiting for him, her mask still in place. She stood up as he entered, her eyes smoldering with desire.

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