Features: *Embarrassed Nude Female role playing; Clothing destruction, ripping, tearing; Office outfit that includes a pencil skirt, a tight, button-up blouse, and a red lace bra; Magic spell cast by a vengeful witch; Topless nudity; Orgasm encouragement as I sit on your lap and give you a good view of my tits!*

Wow. It's been a strange work day here at the bank. Home foreclosures are something that I deal with on a weekly basis with our bank customers. But it's not every day that I have to forclose on someone that lists their occupation as...a witch. Yeah, as in...magic spells, flys on a broom stick, cackles at the moon...that kind of witch. My day goes from dull to awful though when this old hag of a woman waves her long, bony fingers at me and screeches out these fateful words: "Anytime a man looks at you with lust in his loins, your blouse will shrink!" Okay, time to call security on this crazy bitch! I make the call, hang up the phone, spin back around and the woman has vanished. Weird. But, whatever. Back to work. A couple of hours pass though and I'm making a sprint for the women's bathroom! My blouse has two great, big tears in it. Right along the seams that stretch across my breasts. My red lace bra is clearly visible and I am frantic and so embarrassed. Beyond the fact that there is a strict dress code at this bank, it's also in very poor taste to run around your place of employment with ripped up clothing! Fuck. I think the witch really did cast a spell on me. I think my blouse is shrinking more and more every minute. I have to go find her personal records, get her address, and find her at her home right away! I'll beg her to reverse the curse. I'll do anything! Anything that she asks of me. Wait, what!? The witch is asking me to carry out a very crude, dirty, naughty act. I can't do that. I won't make my boss cum in his pants! But as my blouse and now my bra continue to rip and shred....maybe I will after all! I'll seduce my boss, dance on his lap, show off my cleavage, let my bra rip right off of me right before his eyes, and surely that will make him cum in his own pants! What choice do I have!? It's either use my boss and trick him into a messy situation or...I spend the rest of my life trying to avoid the stares of lust filled men forever! If I don't collect my boss' cum now, I'll be completely out of blouses by the end of the week!