Summit Farmer

Watching the two beauties in the office busily dancing with the leaders, Peter Brown felt a sinking feeling in his heart, worrying that these two girls might just be another couple like Ivy Cooper.

You really can’t underestimate the lethal power of beauties. Peter could see that the leaders, one by one, seemed as if they had been injected with hormones, singing and dancing wildly with the women in their arms.

Today’s dinner was originally meant to be a small gathering for a few mid-level leaders, but what Peter didn’t expect was that Henry Carter and others caused a commotion when they heard about it, insisting that Peter cover everything, leading to the Karaoke Place activity after the meal. Clearly, having drunk quite a bit of wine, the leaders had all loosened up.

Of course, to put it politely, it’s called loosening up; to be blunt, their true colors were showing.

Don’t be fooled by these leaders’ airs in normal times, now they were one and all lecherous.

"Director, I’d like to ask you for this dance," Imogan Jones said in her skirt as she stood in front of Peter.

Peter feigned ignorance and hurriedly waved his hands saying, "I can’t, I really can’t."

Imogan Jones suddenly pulled on Peter and said, "How can the office director not know how to dance? You said yourself you need to socialize often, I’ll teach you."

As she spoke, she began to teach him to the rhythm of the dance music.

Peter chuckled inwardly; of course, he knew how to dance, but he pretended not to. The girl had a stretch of snowy white at her chest, and though she wore a long skirt, it seemed to be the thin kind. Since Peter was pretending not to know how to dance, their bodies rubbed against each other occasionally, haphazardly, and he himself started to feel a certain way.

Once he noticed what was happening to him, Peter quickly leaned back a bit.