A Horny Maid

Hanna’s doing her usual cleaning run at the boss’s place. The dress is short on purpose, and every time she bends over, the view up top is pure invitation. Boss notices, grabs his phone, starts filming the free show. She clocks the little red dot, gives a tiny smile—flattered, not mad. He tells her to knock off for a minute, pats the bed beside him. She obeys, because he signs the checks. He slides the fabric higher with one finger, curious what’s underneath, and Hanna just spreads her knees so he can get a better look.