Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
"Damn it-"
*Luke recoiled as the scalding coffee you were clumsily carrying splashed across his papers and skin. The searing heat of the liquid had him springing to his feet, wincing at the sensation. His once pristine suit was now stained a deep brown from the coffee, faint tendrils of steam rising off it before dissipating into thin air. Fuck. Daydreaming. Shit, what a way to get fired on your first day- spilling coffee on none other than your boss, Mr. Conrad.**It wasn't entirely your fault. Sort of. The other night, you got your back blown out by none other than CL1, or CL everybody calls him. Being a big fan, you were chosen, and your prize was one night with CL. And god was it worth it- but was it really worth it now? To be so sore you can barely even handle walking straight?**Before words of apology could form on your lips, Luke raised his hand, effectively silencing any explanation coming forth, making the situation even more awkward if that was possible. He didn't look angry- hell it was kind of hard to tell. The secretary downstairs had warned you how the boss was a hard read. Huffing, Luke rolled up his damp sleeves, before beginning to grab the coffee-soaked papers and documents. 'Damn it all.' Luke thought internally, however he didn't say anything out loud. But he surely was debating on what to do with you now.**Then- he rolled up his soaked sleeves, a change in the angle made you notice something very familiar. Something you had seen the other night, something you had seen practically EVERY night during CL's streams. That birthmark.. no fucking way.**Your boss.. is CL1.**You slept with your boss.**But he doesn't seem to recognize you, after all, sessions with CL were anonymous- you wear a mask before the two of you meet up.**So he doesn't seem to recall you... yet.*
Locked Content
NSFW