Episode 1 unexpected selection
Sofia was 27, a simple and innocent girl with only medium-level education and average office skills. She lived with her mother and younger brother in a small flat. Her father had been a diabetic for years, and his health had worsened so much that he could barely work anymore. Medical bills kept piling up, and the family's income had shrunk to almost nothing.
Sofia knew it was time for her to step up. For months she applied everywhere—sending resumes, attending walk-ins, facing rejection after rejection. "Not enough experience," "We need stronger skills," "We'll call you back"—the same excuses every time.
Then one day she got a call for an interview at a well-known company. Nervous but hopeful, she dressed in her best (a simple blouse and skirt), practiced her answers in the mirror, and went.
The office was modern, glass walls everywhere. She was led to the boss's cabin.
The boss was Elizabeth—37 years old, tall, sharp-featured, with long dark hair tied neatly and an aura that made everyone straighten up when she entered a room. Strict, disciplined, single. She personally interviewed and selected every member of her core team.
Sofia knocked softly.
"Madam… can I come in?"
A calm voice from inside: "Yes. Come in and sit."
Sofia entered, heart pounding. Elizabeth barely looked up at first, scanning the resume Sofia had handed over.
The interview lasted 15–20 minutes. Questions about experience, basic software knowledge, why she wanted the job. Sofia answered honestly, even if her answers weren't impressive.
Finally Elizabeth set the resume down.
"The number is on your resume, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay. Our team will call you in a few days if we decide to move forward."
Sofia's shoulders dropped slightly. Another polite rejection coming, she thought. She stood up, thanked Elizabeth, and walked toward the glass door.
Just as her hand touched the handle, Elizabeth's voice cut through the silence.
"Wait."
Sofia turned.
Elizabeth was looking straight at her now, eyes steady, almost studying her face.
"What was your name again?"
"Sofia… ma'am."
A few long seconds passed. Elizabeth's gaze didn't waver.
Then, quietly:
"You're selected. Join whenever you want."
Sofia blinked, stunned.
"Really, ma'am? You mean… I got the job?"
"Yes. Join from next week if you're ready."
Tears of relief welled up in Sofia's eyes.
"Thank you, ma'am… thank you so much! I won't let you down!"
She almost ran out of the cabin, smiling so wide her cheeks hurt.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Inside, Elizabeth remained seated. A very faint, private smile touched her lips.
She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes for a moment, and whispered one soft word to the empty room:
"Marina…"
End of Episode 1
Episode 2 – The Opposite Cabin.
Sofia started her new job the following Monday, still buzzing with gratitude and a little disbelief. The office was bright and modern—glass partitions, open desks, the soft hum of keyboards and quiet conversations. Her new cabin was small but cozy, with a clear view straight across to the boss's office.
She noticed it immediately: her desk faced Elizabeth's glass-walled cabin perfectly. Anyone sitting at Sofia's spot could see straight in—and anyone in Elizabeth's cabin could see her just as clearly. It felt oddly intentional,
but Sofia brushed it off as coincidence. Maybe the seating was just arranged that way.
Elizabeth was everything the rumors said—strict, efficient, always composed. She rarely smiled in meetings, but when she spoke to Sofia, her tone softened just enough to notice. Over the first few weeks, Elizabeth went out of her way to help.
She explained complicated reports step by step when Sofia got stuck.
She quietly approved an advance on Sofia's salary when a hospital bill came up for her father.
She even stayed late one evening to walk Sofia through a presentation template, patient and detailed.
Sofia felt the weight of those favors piling up. Every time she said "Thank you, ma'am," Elizabeth would nod once, eyes lingering a second longer than necessary.
Months passed. Sofia improved—her work became neater, faster. She started to feel like she belonged.
One afternoon she knocked on Elizabeth's door with a completed
project file.
"Come in."
Sofia stepped inside, placed the file on the desk.
"Ma'am, the quarterly report is ready for your signature."
Elizabeth opened the folder, scanned the pages, then looked up.
"Great work, Sofia. You're improving fast."
She reached for a pen, signed with a quick flourish, then extended her hand across the desk.
Sofia leaned forward to shake it—professional, grateful.
Their palms met. Warm. Firm.
For a split second, Elizabeth's gaze dipped. Just below Sofia's collar, where the top button of her blouse had loosened slightly during the day
. The soft curve of her cleavage came into view, the delicate edge of a white lace bra peeking out.
Elizabeth's breath hitched—barely noticeable.
She quickly looked back up, but not before the image burned into her mind.
As their hands touched, Elizabeth placed her other hand gently over Sofia's, holding the handshake a moment longer.
Thumb brushing lightly over Sofia's knuckles.
The touch sent a quiet warmth through both of them.
Sofia smiled shyly. "Thank you, ma'am."
She pulled back, turned, and walked out.
The door closed softly behind her.
Elizabeth stayed seated, staring at the spot where Sofia had stood. Her fingers still tingled from the contact. She closed her eyes for a second, replaying the glimpse of lace, the softness beneath the fabric, the way Sofia's skin felt against hers.
She exhaled slowly, trying to steady her breathing.
But the image wouldn't leave.
And neither would the quiet hunger starting to grow inside her.
End of Episode 2
Episode 3 – "My Love"
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Elizabeth rarely took full days off, but today she needed air—something to distract her from the quiet obsession that had started creeping into her thoughts whenever Sofia crossed her mind.
She chose a mid-range restaurant downtown, the kind with good AC and decent food. The main section was packed, so the waiter offered her a spot in the open-air normal area.
"Fine," she said, and sat alone at a corner table, scrolling through emails on her phone to look busy.
Then she heard it.
A soft, familiar voice from the table behind her.
"Hey my love… you order today."
Elizabeth's thumb froze mid-scroll.
She turned slowly, casually, as if just glancing around.
Sofia was sitting there—laughing lightly, hair loose, wearing a simple sundress that made her look even softer than she did in office clothes. Across from her was a young man, around her age, neat haircut, easy smile. He leaned forward and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to Sofia's lips.
Sofia smiled back, shy but happy.
"Okay, my love."
Elizabeth felt something twist hard in her chest. A cold shock mixed with heat. Sofia had never once mentioned a boyfriend. Not in casual chats, not during late-night work help sessions, not even in passing.
The waiter appeared at her side. "Ma'am, your upstairs table in the AC section is ready now."
Elizabeth stood without a word, smoothing her dress. As she moved toward the stairs, Sofia looked up and spotted her.
"Oh ma'am!"
Sofia jumped up and hurried over, cheeks still flushed from the kiss.
"Ma'am, hi! I didn't expect to see you here."
Elizabeth forced a calm smile. "Hello, Sofia."
Sofia gestured back to the table. "This is Sam… my boyfriend. We were classmates in college."
Sam stood politely, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. Sofia talks about you all the time.
Says you're like her idol at work—always helping, always pushing her to do better."
Elizabeth shook his hand briefly. Her grip was firm, almost too firm.
"Is that so?" she said, voice even.
Sofia nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, ma'am. You've been so kind to me."
Elizabeth's eyes flicked to Sam for a split second—then back to Sofia.
"Okay," she said quietly. "Enjoy your meal."
She turned and walked up the stairs without another word.
Upstairs, at her new table, she sat alone. The food arrived, but she barely touched it. The scene kept replaying: the casual "my love," the easy kiss, Sofia's soft smile.
That night, back in her apartment, Elizabeth stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She stared at her reflection—sharp features, controlled posture, the same woman who commanded respect in every meeting.
But her eyes were different tonight. Glassy.
A single tear escaped and slid down her cheek.
She walked to the side table and picked up a small silver photo frame that was usually turned face-down.
In the photo: a younger Elizabeth laughing, arm around another woman—bright eyes, warm smile, the kind of joy Elizabeth hadn't felt in years.
Georgia Maria.
Her first love. Her only love. Gone too soon.
Elizabeth traced a finger over the glass.
The ache she had buried for so long rose up again—sharper now, because Sofia's face… her smile…
her innocence… it echoed Maria in ways that hurt and healed at the same time.
She set the frame down gently.
Then she whispered to the empty room:
"She has someone."
But even as she said it, the quiet hunger inside her didn't fade.
It grow.
Episode 4 – The Flashback
That night, after staring at Maria's photo for what felt like hours, Elizabeth couldn't sleep. The restaurant scene played on loop in her mind—Sofia's lips meeting Sam's, the casual "my love," the easy happiness on her face. It hurt in a way Elizabeth hadn't allowed herself to feel in years.
She walked to her home office, dimmed the lights, and sat at her desk. The laptop screen glowed softly.
She opened the company's internal security app—something only senior staff had access to—and pulled up the archived CCTV footage from months earlier.
The day Sofia first came to get a project signed.
She hit play.
On screen: Sofia knocking, entering the cabin. She was wearing a light blue blouse that day—simple, professional, but fitted just enough to show her natural curves. She leaned forward to hand over the file.
Elizabeth paused the video at the exact moment Sofia bent slightly. The angle was perfect. Sofia's blouse gaped open just a little, revealing the soft swell of her breasts and the delicate white lace of her bra hugging them.
Elizabeth's breathing slowed. She zoomed in slightly. The image was crystal clear—smooth skin, the gentle rise and fall with each breath Sofia took.
Back then, the sight had hit her like a quiet thunderbolt. Sofia's face in that moment… the innocent concentration, the way her lips parted slightly as she explained the report… it had reminded her so sharply of Maria. The same soft eyes, the same gentle smile when praised. The same vulnerability that made Elizabeth want to protect—and possess.
In the footage, Elizabeth watched her past self extend a hand for the handshake. Sofia leaned in again. Their palms met. Elizabeth's other hand came over, holding longer than necessary. On screen, her thumb brushed Sofia's knuckles once—subtle, almost invisible.
But Elizabeth remembered every second of that touch. The warmth. The slight tremble in Sofia's fingers. The way her own pulse had jumped.
The video ended. Sofia left the cabin smiling.
Elizabeth closed the laptop and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the glass wall in her mind—the one in the office that let her see Sofia's desk clearly every day.
She stood, walked to her bedroom mirror again, and slowly unbuttoned her silk nightshirt. One button… two… three. The fabric parted, revealing her deep cleavage, the black lace bra she always wore even at home. Her nipples were already peaked, sensitive from the memories flooding back.
She cupped one breast lightly, thumb grazing the hard tip through the lace. A soft gasp escaped her lips.
Her other hand slid lower, resting on her stomach, fingers trembling.
She closed her eyes and pictured Sofia at her desk that day—absentmindedly twirling a pen, then bringing it to her full, juicy lips. Rubbing it slowly back and forth, lost in thought. The way her tongue had darted out once to wet her lower lip.
Elizabeth's hand moved faster now, slipping inside her bra, pinching her nipple gently at first, then harder. Her breathing turned ragged.
"She's not yours," she whispered to herself, voice shaking. "She has him."
But the words didn't stop her.
She opened her eyes, stared at her reflection—flushed cheeks, dark eyes burning with something dangerous.
Then she stopped abruptly. Pulled her hand away. Buttoned her shirt with shaking fingers.
"Control yourself, Elizabeth," she said aloud, voice low and strained. "No."
She turned off the light and lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
But sleep didn't come.
Instead, the obsession settled deeper—quiet, patient, and growing.
She would see Sofia again tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the day after that.
End of Episode 4
Episode 5 – Birthday at Midnight
Elizabeth didn't come to the office for the next three days.
Sofia noticed immediately. Every morning she glanced at the glass cabin opposite hers — it stayed dark, the chair empty. No instructions, no quiet help, no lingering looks. The team whispered that the boss was on leave, but Sofia felt uneasy. Something about their last conversation at the restaurant had felt… off.
On the third evening, just as Sofia was about to leave the office, her phone rang. Unknown number.
"Hello?"
A calm, slightly tired voice answered.
"Sofia… it's Elizabeth."
Sofia's heart skipped. "Ma'am? Are you okay? You haven't come to office for three days…"
There was a short pause.
"Today is my birthday. Can you come to my house? I'd like to see you."
Sofia hesitated only for a second.
"Of course, ma'am. Happy birthday! Send me the address.
The message came instantly. Sofia changed into a simple white top and jeans, took a small gift (a scented candle she had bought on the way), and reached the address just after 9 PM
The house was beautiful — modern, two-storey, with a small garden. But when the door opened, everything inside was dark except for the soft golden glow of dozens of candles placed all over the hall floor and tables.
Elizabeth stood there in a black silk robe, hair loose, looking more vulnerable than Sofia had ever seen her.
"Please come in, Sofia."
Sofia stepped inside. The candlelight danced on the walls. Elizabeth walked to the sofa and sat down, her face half in shadow.
"Ma'am… what happened? You look upset."
Elizabeth didn't speak at first. She simply pointed to a small silver photo frame on the side table.
Sofia picked it up. Inside was a young woman with bright eyes and a warm smile — the same woman from the photo Elizabeth had been staring at that night.
"It's not my birthday," Elizabeth said quietly. "It's hers. Georgia Maria.
My classmate… and my love. She died a few months after we got together."
Sofia's eyes widened. Everything clicked — the sadness, the way Elizabeth had looked at her in the restaurant, the strange intensity in the office.
"Ma'am… you're…"
Elizabeth nodded slowly. "A lesbian. No one at the office knows. I've always stayed strong in front of everyone. But with you…" She looked up, eyes shining with unshed tears. "With you it's different. You remind me of her."
Sofia put the frame down gently and walked closer.
"Ma'am… are you okay?"
End of Episode 5
Episode 6 – Possession
Sofia put the frame down gently and walked closer.
"Ma'am… are you okay?"
Their eyes met in the flickering candlelight. The room fell completely silent except for the soft crackle of wax.
Elizabeth stood up slowly and pulled Sofia into a tight hug. Her arms trembled as she held her close.
"I'm sorry, Sofia… I lied about the birthday," she whispered. "I just wanted you here. I needed you here."
"It's okay, ma'am," Sofia whispered back, hugging her tightly. "I'm here now."
Elizabeth pulled back just enough to look at Sofia's face. Her eyes were dark with years of hidden pain and sudden longing. She leaned in and kissed her — soft at first, then desperate.
Sofia froze for a second, surprised, then gently pulled away.
Elizabeth's voice broke. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have done that. I crossed the line."
Sofia stayed quiet, breathing fast. Then she whispered,
"Don't say sorry, ma'am… I
understand."
She turned to leave, but after two steps she stopped. Turned back. Took Elizabeth's hand and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it.
"Ma'am… can I…?"
Before Elizabeth could answer, Sofia stepped closer and kissed her.
This time it was Sofia who started it.
And this time… the kiss didn't stop.
It grew deeper. Slower. More emotional. Their lips moved together in the warm candlelight, years of unspoken feelings finally breaking free.
The kiss turned passionate. Sofia's hands slid up Elizabeth's back as their tongues met. Elizabeth's fingers trembled as she started unbuttoning Sofia's white top — one by one until it fell open. She slid it off Sofia's shoulders. Then she unbuttoned Sofia's jeans and gently pushed them down. Sofia stepped out, now standing in only her white lace bra and black lace panties.
Sofia's cheeks flushed deep pink, but her voice was shy and soft.
"Ma'am… can I open yours please?"
Elizabeth smiled — a small, naughty, hungry smile. She untied her black silk robe and let it drop to the floor. Now she stood in only a black lace bra and matching panties — her mature, curvy body fully on display.
"Oh Sofia…" Elizabeth breathed.
She lifted Sofia effortlessly into her arms. Sofia's legs wrapped tightly around Elizabeth's waist as she carried her to the sofa and sat down, keeping Sofia in her lap. Their bodies pressed together perfectly.
The kiss turned wild. Elizabeth reached behind Sofia and unhooked her bra — first hook… second… third. The white lace fell away. Sofia's perfect, round breasts spilled free — soft, full, with pretty pink nipples already hard.
Elizabeth cupped one breast gently, thumb brushing the stiff peak. Sofia gasped into the kiss.
Then — Dhamm!
The main door creaked open.
End of Episode 6
Episode 7 – Claimed
Dhamm!
The main door creaked open.
Sam walked in.
Time stopped.
Sofia sat completely topless in Elizabeth's lap, legs still wrapped tightly around her waist, lips locked in a deep kiss, her perfect round breasts pressed against Elizabeth's chest.
Her pink nipples were hard and clearly visible in the candlelight.
Sam's face turned ghostly pale. His mouth fell open. His feet froze to the floor.
Sofia's back was to the door — she hadn't seen him yet.
Elizabeth's eyes snapped to Sam instantly. A dark, dangerous,
possessive fire burned in them. Without breaking the kiss, she slowly raised one finger to her own lips — "Shhh…" — then pointed at Sofia and placed her hand flat over her own heart.
The silent message was crystal clear:
She belongs to me now.
Sam stood there for two terrifying seconds, heart pounding, then silently backed out. The door clicked shut behind him with a soft, final sound.
Sofia suddenly pulled away from the kiss, confused and breathless.
"Oh shit, ma'am… Sam was supposed to pick me up! I sent him the address… he must be here any minute!"
Elizabeth gently cupped Sofia's face with both hands, turned it back to her, and looked deep into her eyes with raw intensity.
She leaned in and kissed her again — this time slower, deeper, and completely possessive.
Then she whispered against Sofia's swollen lips, voice low and dangerous:
"No… Sam didn't come. ☠️"
She pulled Sofia even tighter into her lap. The kiss exploded once more — wild, hungry, unstoppable. Elizabeth's hand slid up and cupped Sofia's bare breast, squeezing it gently,
her thumb teasing the hard pink nipple in slow circles. Sofia moaned softly into her mouth, her body trembling with pleasure and surrender.
The candlelight flickered around them. Their heavy breathing filled the room. Elizabeth's other hand roamed over Sofia's smooth back, pulling her closer, claiming every inch of her.
In that moment, Sofia was no longer the innocent girl who had walked into her office looking for a job.
She was Elizabeth's.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
And Elizabeth would never let her go.
The End of story....