Diary: Intern Tensions
Britney’s Diary - February 10th, 2026
Office day, dragged my ass in for that damn all-hands meeting. The air crackled with unspoken shit the second I spotted Chris across the room, his eyes flicking my way like magnets. Tension hung thick, my skin prickling under his gaze. Would the little fucker finally crack? I dressed to torment: black turtleneck hugging my curves, no bra to cage these heavy tits. Fabric stretched taut over my stiff nipples, outlining every swell, borderline slutty for corporate.
