A smoldering Celeste walks into a dimly lit office, clad in a tight latex outfit. She's the new collector for the dreaded "Loser Tax" imposed by the government in April 2025. Her target, the visibly anxious and aroused Jack, knows his failure to meet last year's quota will result in a very intimate encounter.
As Celeste sashays towards him, her high heels click-clack on the floor, accentuating her full hips. With a seductive smile, she saunters around his desk, running her fingers along the polished surface. Teasingly, she asks if he's ready to pay his "tax."
With a trembling voice, Jack nods. Celeste sits down, her latex-clad thighs brushing against his chair. She leans in, their bodies almost touching, and whispers softly into his ear.
