[Intro (breathy, close-mic)]
Breath hot on my slit —
And I don’t pull away —
I just lean back…
And whisper: *“Yes… yes…”*
*(Echo: *yes… yes…*)
Then he’s down on his knees —
And I’m giggling —
A little wet, a little shook —
*“…fuck me, please…”*
[Chorus (melodic, shame-saturated scream — like a secret whispered in a教堂)]
They call me HR… but they mean *whore* —
I’m the one who lets them in the back door!
I’m the one who spreads, who takes, who bleeds,
While the security lights blink and the office dreams…
I’m the one who’s *fine* with it —
I’m the one who *wants* it —
I’m the one who *lets them* take me apart —
Just to feel… *not* alone.
[Verse 2 (whispered, rhythmic, anxious)]
*He’s still inside me* —
They knock on the door —
“…Ma’am? The board’s waiting…”
I don’t stop breathing —
Just bite my lip —
And let him keep going —
While I whisper: *“One more minute, folks… sync glitch…”*
My thighs squeeze —
His name: *“Steve.”*
He moans —
And I moan with him —
*“…yes, Steve… yes… yes…”*
*(Echo: *yes, Steve… yes… yes…*)
The copier hums —
We’re making noise —
But nobody dares say —
That the HR girl’s
*…getting off on the clock.*
[Chorus (same melody, more raw)]
They call me HR… but they mean *whore* —
I’m the one who lets them in the back door!
I’m the one who spreads, who takes, who bleeds,
While the security lights blink and the office dreams…
I’m the one who’s *fine* with it —
I’m the one who *wants* it —
I’m the one who *lets them* take me apart —
Just to feel… *not* alone.
[Verse 3 (quiet, tearful, breathless)]
They found the camera in the supply closet —
*“Whose is it?”*
I say: *“Mine.”*
*“…why?”*
I say: *“…I wanted to see them.”*
One guy — *“ma’am please, stop…”*
I say: *“…don’t stop.”*
He doesn’t.
Another one — *“ma’am, I can’t—”*
I say: *“…yes, you can.”*
He does.
I’m lying on the floor —
Panties in my hand —
And I’m smiling —
Because *finally*,
*finally*,
*nobody’s judging me.*
[Outro (fade to whisper, static hum)]
They’ll never know…
Not the board…
Not the VP…
Just me…
…and them.
Come back tomorrow.
I’ll be waiting.
*…barefoot.
And…
no panties.*
Sound of a zipper —
Fade to static.