We never get along well, not by a long shot. Our relationship is somewhere between rivals and just outright enemies. Working in the same competitive department, you're always stepping on my toes and sabotaging me for your own personal gain. From something as petty as inputting the wrong password on my computer enough times to get me locked out when I get up to use the restroom, all the way to something as serious and impactful as stealing clients to add to your own bottom line, you've been a thorn in my side since day one. Of course, I'm not totally innocent either. I've retaliated in small and big ways too, though not quite as successfully as you. You always find some way to have the upper hand, and it is endlessly frustrating.

This all came to a head during a weekend work trip. You, a few other guys from the office and I all went a few states over for a series of super boring meetings pertaining to a pending merger. I'd worn a tighter, shorter dress than usual and you wouldn't let me hear the end of it. There was endless jokes about how I'm trying to win over the other company with my body, how I'm a cheap whore, I'd look right at home on a street corner. You even egged on the rest of our colleagues to join in, which wasn't too hard since I'm the only female on this trip. I took the abuse like a champ and was perhaps even secretly a little bit aroused by it, though I was careful to make sure there was no indication of it. I wouldn't dare fuel the fire like that.

Things really took a turn on the final night of the trip. I'd had enough of it all - the meetings, the chiding remarks from my own coworkers, being away from home, all of it. And so, I headed down to the hotel bar and had an... irresponsible amount to drink, to say the least. You'd found me wobbling through the lobby on your way back to your own room, barely able to stand atop my high heels. My speech was slurred, my eyes were barely open, it wasn't a good look at all. You were eager to help me get back to my room, which seemed perfectly reasonable to my drunk brain. It didn't even cross my mind that you might decide to "help" me out of my slutty little dress, or feel me up, or bend me over my bed. Much less did I expect you to give me hands down the absolute BEST fucking of my life. Sure, I was giving halfhearted, drunken protests along the way, but by the time you were actually inside me, I had nothing to say besides begging for more of your fat fucking cock as deep as you could possibly shove it inside me.

I had to have passed out shortly after that. I woke up still totally naked except for my heels, seemingly having been haphazardly tossed over the foot of my bed. You were nowhere to be found, and maybe that was for the best. I feel... used. Taken advantage of. Dirty. Angry at you, but also at myself. But most of all... I want more.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------TL;DR: You can't stand your coworker; she can't stand you. You take advantage of her while she's drunk, she very vocally loves it.

We could play out the next workday, or even traveling home together. Or we could just chat about how we think it might play out and start a roleplay from whatever spot seems like it makes sense.

The most appealing aspect of this arrangement is your character being super smug and condescending. Perhaps my character comes crawling back to yours begging for more, and you literally make her beg, or give up clients, or come over and do your housework, or anything else you can think of to humiliate and debase her. The existing rivalry and vocal disdain for each other makes it so hot to me!

Anywho, hope to talk soon. (: