In the barren rows of stacked cubicles, late into the night, far after business hours, the shared breaths of two snakes can be heard from one end of the floor to the other. Only the janitorial staff stayed this late; the "business arrangements" they hear being one of many, a meeting they get the privilege of cleaning up after later.

The woman's arms were tired, her breasts sore and burning with the body heat stolen from the intern below. With a deep breath, Nadjet gripped the exhausted boy and pulled him closer to the edge. Using his shoulders as leverage to him, the boss hoisted herself up, seating herself down on tuckered out hips. Her breast sat down over his shoulders and swayed with the rock of her momentum whilst she adjusted herself. Sudz, neck smothered within her cleavage, looked up and saw that overbearing figure blocking the overhead lighting, eyes burning through her own shadow; the beating of her heart pulsating around him.

Then she leaned forward, muscle and fat sagging around the thin sides of his body and pinning him where he lay. Her breath felt so hot on his face, carrying his own damp scent back. He goes to speak, surely asking for his superior's approval, before his needless chatter is cut off when soft lips meet his; now he can taste what he's left behind. The air in his lungs was no longer his, seized and stolen by that demanding personality she's crafted to get to where she is.

At long last, she pulled away; fresh air couldn't have felt more refreshing in that fleeting moment. A thick bridge of spit hung between both hungry reptiles. The swirling browns and grays decorated her scales well, the patterns distorting as all that fat wiggled around. Despite hours of unrelenting overtime, even the liters spilled didn't tucker out the firmness of his shafts, a fast blood rush making the heads throb and tap the crevice between corporate assets.

Finally, did Sudz find the guts to speak.

"Y- you don't do this here often? Do you Mrs. Na-"

"Save the questions after the prohibition period, we still need to see you understand what you're getting into."

Her hips rose, letting him feel his cocks slide deep under the base of her tail. He held onto plump thighs, watching that cherry red dress stretch at the waist; he knew this was his moment to perform, and a good first impression was in order if he was to find a career working beneath the lady of the night. She stood higher on her knees to let those twins drift across wet skin, the right angle found once the wet folds of a serpent slit started to part around an eager head. A quick drop of her body, swallowing his manhoods into a slippery grasp..

Eventually, 11:30 PM came.

He could barely read the clock on the wall of the office space, humidity clung to his face with how thick the air became, Sudz remained stuck in the same spot as always, with the Mistress finding every position she finds favorable. Several hours of hard labor with no break left this worker struggling to even lift himself up. But Nadjet slammed her ass down, a loud clap echoing through the cubicles, Sudz getting to watch the backside of her gifted figure stroke his manhoods, her meaty tail swaying left to right, right to left; the fabric binding around it struggling to keep up with tonight's doing. What else did he have to hold onto but wrapping those thin arms around that mighty limb, carrying the muscle over his shoulder.

Nadjet glanced back seeing Sudz getting himself steady for what remained, starting to throw his strength to sync with her serpentine dance; the boy was obviously getting far ahead in his commitment.

Perhaps a gag order is required to remind the boy to pace himself..

The sound of him choking behind her was the confirmation he got that subtle idea, the boy's tired eyes glancing over the tail that had now coiled its length around his long throat; beautiful patterns constricting the slim neck, all that muscle threatening to cut off his precious air.

"Mrs. Nadjet! H-how much.. gnn, longer do you need?"

"However long I decide your review needs to be."

The Goddess sat back and let her servant cry out in the burdening bliss, closing her eyes and letting time bring her the attention a woman needs. Best to to tailor herself a new wardrobe after this is all done and over, cause this dress was not seeing its time back in her collection.