In the bustling streets of New York City, two financial analysts, Victoria and Michael, worked for one of the top corporations, Walker & Pierce Inc. Their office, located in the heart of the financial district, boasted tall, glass windows that overlooked the skyline, letting in the golden hues of the city's mornings and the dusky pink of its sunsets.

Victoria, a 32-year-old woman, stood at 5'7" with a lean, athletic build from her regular sessions at the local pilates studio. She had a commanding presence that was further accentuated by her raven-black hair, which fell just below her shoulders in soft waves. Her piercing blue eyes, always adorned with a slight smokey eyeshadow, seemed to look through anyone she spoke to. Her wardrobe consisted of tailored suits, mostly in dark colors, paired with the occasional vibrant scarf. On her feet, she always wore high heels, a symbol of her stature and confidence.

Michael, on the other hand, was 35 and stood at a broad 6'2". He had a more rugged appearance, with a strong jawline adorned with a few days' stubble and short, tousled sandy-brown hair. His deep-set hazel eyes were often hidden behind rectangular glasses that he wore while analyzing the intricate details of the financial world. His attire was a mix of well-fitted suits in shades of grey, navy, and black, paired with crisp shirts and polished leather shoes.

The tension between the two was palpable. Every time they entered the office's modern, open-concept space, coworkers could feel the electric charge in the air. Both equally competent and ambitious, Victoria and Michael always seemed to be in competition, challenging each other's analysis and predictions. While neither would admit it, there were times when both fantasized about being the dominant force in their professional duels, leaving the other to acknowledge their superior skills.

One fateful day, an argument arose between the two about the future price of a particular stock. Voices rose, and the surrounding coworkers tried to pretend they weren't eavesdropping. As the disagreement reached its peak, Victoria, her eyes flashing with determination, proposed a wager.

"If I win," she declared, "I want you, Michael, to kneel and rub my bare feet under my desk for an entire hour, whenever I choose."

Michael, not one to back down and with a smirk on his lips, retorted, "Fine, but if I win, Victoria, I want you to kneel in front of me, praising my analytical skills and brilliance for an uninterrupted hour."

The stakes were set, and the entire office waited in anticipation to see which of the two financial titans would emerge victorious.

Kinks: femdom,public play,foot domination etc...

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