A Bumpy Road to Power

Coach Meng came up behind Valerie Fisher.

He looked up.

The scene before him made him involuntarily cough.

Because Valerie Fisher's tight yoga pants, for reasons unknown, created a very deep cleft between her legs.

Seeing the coach's unusual reaction,

Valerie Fisher softly asked, "Coach, what's wrong?"

To avoid awkwardness,

Coach Meng said, "N-nothing, this posture is very standard."

"Oh, that's good. Coach Meng, why don't you help me press my leg?"

Valerie Fisher chuckled inwardly.

The coach didn't think much of it and had Valerie Fisher lie down. Then, with her legs spread wide, the coach squatted down and noticed that cleft had become even more pronounced.

Moreover, he could see traces of dampness around the pants.

Just as Coach Meng was preparing to squat down to help her press her leg,

Valerie Fisher suddenly sat up and grabbed the thing between his legs.

Coach Meng was startled.

Just as he was about to dodge,

Valerie Fisher said with a smile, "It's quite big, I like it."

"Sister, let me help you press your leg."

Coach Meng hurriedly interrupted her.

Valerie Fisher said laughingly, "Sure, you press my leg."

As soon as she finished speaking.

Before Coach Meng could react, Valerie Fisher directly undid her belt and took off the only yoga pants she was wearing below.

With that,

Valerie Fisher's entire lower half was laid bare.

The dense forest was in full view, and the gap between her legs was exposed in front of Coach Meng.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Coach Meng asked in shock, averting his eyes.

Valerie Fisher, not shy at all, said boldly, "It's too hot, I took it off to cool down."

After speaking,

she lay down again, watching the back of Coach Meng, and said, "Come on, Coach Meng, didn't you say you'd help me press my leg? I'm ready."

The intention was already clear.

This was an older cow wanting to eat younger grass.

"Sister, please put your pants back on, this isn't right."

Coach Meng said.

Valerie Fisher smiled slightly and said, "Ten thousand!"

"Sister, it's not about the money…"

"Twenty thousand."

Valerie Fisher continued.

Coach Meng continued to argue, "Sister, it's really not about the money. I'm not that kind of person."

"Thirty thousand."

When this figure was spoken,

Coach Meng finally turned around.

Clearly, he was somewhat tempted.

"Fifty thousand!"

Before he could speak,

Valerie Fisher directly upped the offer.

In her view, there was nothing money couldn't solve.

This time, the muscles on Coach Meng's face twitched, and he squatted down.

Seeing he had given in,

Valerie Fisher was very satisfied.

She spread her legs wide.

Coach Meng's hands pressed on the inside of her thighs, gradually applying more force.

It's often said that women in their thirties are like wolves, in their forties like tigers, and at fifty can suck the dust from the ground.

This saying was quite true.

Before Coach Meng could properly begin, he saw that the already mature black butterfly was already releasing a relentless flood, uncontrollable.

"Alright, no need to press, your service can begin."

At this moment, Valerie Fisher couldn't contain herself.

She commanded Coach Meng.

Of course, Coach Meng knew what she meant.

He buried his head directly between her legs.

A wave of pleasure surged, and Valerie Fisher's body trembled with joy…

...

At ten in the evening.

Jocelyn Tate was in the office studying the order's parameters and process requirements.

This afternoon, the group had placed an emergency order, requesting delivery by tomorrow.

After the last incident and with Finnegan Bowen still in the hospital, Jocelyn Tate had no choice but to oversee it personally. She had already decided not to sleep tonight, so she could keep an eye on the production situation at any time.

It was clear she had a real desire to work hard.

After finishing a cup of coffee,

Jocelyn Tate intended to stand up and stretch.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Come in."

Jocelyn Tate shouted.

The office door was pushed open.

The workshop manager from the precision processing workshop rushed in, out of breath, and said, "Director… Director Tate, no… something's wrong, the materials warehouse is… on fire…"

"What? On fire? Did you report it to the fire department?"

Jocelyn Tate asked sharply.

The manager nodded and said, "We've already called it in."

"Alright, I'll go take a look."

Jocelyn Tate didn't hesitate and dashed out.

The materials warehouse was located at the very corner at the back of the factory area.

At night, there was no one on duty.

Jocelyn Tate rushed to the warehouse door, saw that the door was ajar, and noted that there was no one putting out the fire, which made her suspicious.

She stepped through the open door.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind, grabbing her neck.

In the moment she opened her mouth to call for help,

the attacker took the opportunity to stuff a white pill into her mouth and then covered her mouth tightly.

Jocelyn Tate had no time to react.

In her panic,

she swallowed the white pill.

She couldn't move, couldn't call out.

As the hand around her neck squeezed harder,

her breathing became more rapid, the suffocation more pronounced. Her struggles weakened, and eventually, everything went black, and her body slumped to the ground.

When she came to, groggy,

she opened her eyes and saw a familiar face.

"Is it you?"

She frowned, looking at Freya Bates in front of her.

Freya Bates stood there, expressionless, and said, "Director Tate, long time no see."

"Freya Bates, what are you doing?"

Jocelyn Tate wanted to escape,

only to find her body tied to a warehouse pillar. The rope wasn't thick, but with her strength, she couldn't break free.

Fear rose within her.

She instinctively shouted, "Help, help…"

Freya Bates smiled slightly and said, "Director Tate, save your strength, don't bother shouting. No one can hear you here, and besides, everyone is busy with production work at the plant. Do you think amidst the rumbling of machines, anyone would hear your cries for help?"

"Freya Bates, what exactly do you intend to do? You know this is against the law, don't you?"

Jocelyn Tate came to grips with reality.

She focused her energy on intimidating Freya Bates.

Freya Bates nodded, saying, "Of course, I know it's against the law. But I have no choice. You're the one who fired me, left me with nothing. I worked at this factory for over a decade. Even if I didn't have achievements, I had hard work to show. Who the hell are you, coming back and firing me like that? If I didn't take revenge, would I still be a man?"

"Freya Bates, if you want money, I can give it to you. Release me, and I'll reinstate you at work."

In desperation,

Jocelyn Tate didn't think about anything else.

Freya Bates shook her head, sighed,

and sat down on a pile of materials, saying, "Director Tate, it's too late now. Regret won't do any good anymore. You have no way out, and neither do I. Just sit tight and wait for the drug to take effect."

Hearing this,

Jocelyn Tate felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

She recalled being force-fed the white pill when she first entered.

Panic-stricken, she asked, "What did you make me take?"

"Aphrodisiac, the most potent from overseas, takes effect in half an hour."

After saying that, he glanced at his watch and said, "By the timing, it should be about time now."

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