I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who got off on being watched. Or, in this case, doing the watching. But here I was, standing in the dimly lit storage room of the construction site, my breath caught in my throat as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me.

It had started innocently enough. I was the only woman in the engineering firm, and I’d long since grown used to the lingering glances, the not-so-subtle flirtations, and the occasional inappropriate comment. I was used to being the fantasy of every man on the site—engineers, construction workers, even the foremen. I knew what they said about me when they thought I couldn’t hear. They compared me to Ana de Armas, whispered about what they’d do to me if they ever got the chance. At first, it had made me uncomfortable. But over time, I’d started to feel a strange kind of power in it. I knew I had control over them, and that knowledge had started to stir something primal in me.

Today, though, was different. I’d been walking past the storage room when I’d heard a low groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. My curiosity got the better of me, and I’d peeked through the cracked door. And there he was—one of the construction foremen, sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes, his hard hat tossed aside, his jeans pooled around his ankles. In one hand, he held his phone, the screen glowing faintly in the darkness. And on the screen… it was me.

It was me.

My breath hitched as I watched him, his hand moving rhythmically over his cock, his eyes glued to the photo on the screen. I recognized it instantly—it was one I’d posted on my social media a few weeks ago, a candid shot of me at a site meeting, laughing at something one of the engineers had said. I’d thought nothing of it at the time, but now, seeing it like this—seeing the way he was using it—I felt a heat flare low in my belly.

I should have been angry. I should have stormed in there, demanded he delete it, reported him to HR. But instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, his hand moving faster, his cock slick with precum. And then, with a low, guttural moan, he came, thick ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and the tip of his dick.

I felt a shiver run through me, my own body responding in a way I hadn’t expected. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. I wanted to touch myself, to let my own fingers explore the ache that was building inside me. But instead, I pushed the door open, stepping into the room.

He froze, his eyes wide with panic as he saw me. “Shit,” he muttered, scrambling to cover himself. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

I held up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Don’t apologize.”

He stared at me, clearly unsure of how to react. I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving his. “You were watching me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You were touching yourself to me.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough with shame. “I couldn’t help it. You’re just… God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I felt a thrill run through me at his words, at the raw desire in his voice. I stepped closer still, until I was standing right in front of him, my knees almost brushing against his. I could see the mess he’d made, the cum still glistening on the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I reached out, my fingers brushing against him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock.

“You made a mess,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “Let me clean it up for you.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands resting on his thighs. He tensed beneath my touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I leaned in closer. I could smell the musk of his skin, the faint tang of his cum. My heart was pounding in my chest, my own arousal making my head swim as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.

He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, savoring the salty taste of him, the way he twitched and throbbed against my tongue. I reached up, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to move, taking him deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hands tangling in my hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I hummed in response, the vibration making him moan even louder. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth, his cock swelling as I worked him. I could taste the remnants of his cum, the tang of it mixing with the salt of his skin. I loved the way he tasted, the way he felt against my tongue. I wanted more, needed more.

I pulled back slightly, my lips still wrapped around him as I looked up at him through my lashes. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he stared down at me. “You like that?” I asked, my voice muffled by his cock.

He nodded frantically, his hands tightening in my hair. “God, yes,” he managed to choke out. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

I smiled around him, my tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. “Good,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “Because I’m not done yet.”

I slid my mouth down his length, taking him as deep as I could, until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groaned, his hips bucking as he thrust deeper into my mouth. I let him, my hands gripping his thighs as I let him fuck my face, the sound of his moans and the wet noises of my mouth on his cock filling the small room.

I could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing in my mouth as his body tensed. I reached up, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to pump it in time with the movements of my mouth. He cried out, his hips jerking as he came, his cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him as I continued to suck and stroke him, milking every last drop from him.

When he finally went limp in my mouth, I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at him. His chest was heaving, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he stared down at me. “Holy shit,” he managed to gasp, his voice hoarse. “That was… fuck.”

I smiled, a slow, sultry smile as I reached up to wipe the corner of my mouth. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

He stared at me for a moment, clearly unsure of what to say. And then, before he could reply, I stood up, brushing off my knees as I turned to leave the room. “See you on site, Foreman,” I said over my shoulder, my voice teasing. “Don’t forget to clean up.”

As I walked away, I could feel the heat still burning in my veins, my own arousal threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I’d just crossed a line, that I’d done something I could never take back. But as I stepped out into the bright sunlight, a smile playing on my lips, I found that I didn’t care.

I liked the way it felt. I liked the power it gave me. And I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t going to be the last time.

The days after that first encounter with the foreman were a blur of stolen glances and heated exchanges. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me as I moved through the site, the way their eyes lingered just a little too long on the curve of my hips or the sway of my ponytail. It was intoxicating, this knowledge that they wanted me, that I had this power over them. And yet, there was something else too—a curiosity, a desire to see just how far I could push this.

It was a Thursday afternoon when I found myself alone in the engineering office. The others were out on site, leaving me with the task of reviewing blueprints and updating project timelines. I was deep in thought, my fingers skimming over the plans, when something caught my eye. A flash of color, tucked away in the corner of the room, partially hidden beneath a stack of papers. I frowned, stepping closer to investigate.

Please don’t let it be what I think it is.

But as I pulled the stack of papers aside, my suspicions were confirmed. There, nestled in the corner, was a small, neatly organized collection of photos—photos of me. My breath hitched in my throat as I reached for them, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped through the images. There I was, caught in candid moments throughout the site—bent over a desk, laughing with a coworker, even a few taken from a distance as I walked across the yard.

My cheeks flushed, not with anger, but with something else entirely. Arousal. It was the same feeling I’d had when I’d caught the foreman in the storage room, that heady mix of lust and power. I couldn’t help but wonder who had taken these, who had been watching me so intently—and what they’d been thinking as they did.

The sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts, and I quickly shoved the photos back into their hiding place, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned just in time to see one of my coworkers—Ryan—step into the room, his eyes widening slightly as he saw me standing there.

“Oh, uh, hey,” he stammered, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. “I didn’t realize anyone was in here.”

I smiled, a slow, knowing smile as I leaned back against the desk, crossing my arms over my chest. “Just catching up on some work,” I said, my voice casual, but with a hint of something more. “What about you?”

He hesitated, his eyes darting to the corner where the photos were hidden, and then back to me. “I, uh, forgot my notebook,” he said quickly, reaching for it on his desk. “I was just gonna grab it and head back out.”

I watched him closely, my gaze unwavering as he fumbled with the notebook, his hands clearly unsteady. He knows, I realized. He knows I found them.

The realization sent a thrill through me, a rush of excitement that I couldn’t ignore. I stepped closer to him, my hips swaying slightly as I moved, my eyes never leaving his. “Ryan,” I said softly, my voice low and seductive. “We both know what I found in that corner.”

His face turned crimson, and he looked away, clearly embarrassed. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, but there was no conviction in his words.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm, and I felt him shiver under my touch. “It’s okay,” I whispered, leaning in closer, my breath warm against his ear. “I’m not mad. In fact… I’m flattered.”

He turned to look at me then, his eyes wide with shock and something else—something that made my pulse quicken. “You… you are?”

I nodded, my hand sliding down his arm until my fingers intertwined with his. “Why don’t you show me what you were thinking about when you took those photos?”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. And then, slowly, he nodded, his hand tightening around mine as he led me to the couch in the corner of the room.

We sat down together, his breathing ragged as he fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the desire in his gaze, the way he was trembling with anticipation. And when he finally freed himself, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him—hard and thick, already leaking with pre-cum.

God, he’s so… big.

I didn’t waste any time. I slid off the couch, kneeling between his legs as I took him in my hand, my fingers wrapping around his shaft as I stroked him slowly, teasingly. He groaned, his head falling back against the couch as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I murmured, my tongue darting out to taste him, just a quick flick that made him shudder. “Thinking about me… about what I could do to you.”

“Yes,” he gasped, his hands grasping at the cushions beneath him. “Every night… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I smiled, a slow, sultry smile as I finally took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him as I sucked him deep. He groaned again, louder this time, his hips bucking up into my mouth as I worked him, my lips sliding up and down his length in a steady rhythm.

I could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more erratic as I increased the pace, my hand working in tandem with my mouth to bring him to the edge. And then, with a loud cry, he came, his cum spilling into my mouth as I swallowed every last drop, my tongue lapping at him until he was completely spent.

I pulled back slowly, a satisfied smile on my lips as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “How was that?” I asked, my voice soft and teasing.

He just stared at me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “That was… incredible,” he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

I stood up, brushing off my knees as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear. “You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered. “Just know that this is our little secret.”

And with that, I turned and walked out of the room, leaving him sitting there in stunned silence. As I made my way back to my desk, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. This was becoming a habit—one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to break.

Because the truth was, I liked it. I liked the way it made me feel, the way it gave me this sense of control. And as I sat back down, my mind already racing with possibilities, I couldn’t help but wonder…

Who’s next?