Happy Titty Tuesday

It was Titty Tuesday at the office—unofficially, of course. The group chat had been buzzing since morning, filled with flirty gifs and double entendres. Jess, never one to shy away from a little fun, walked in wearing a dangerously low-cut blouse under her blazer, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Mark, who usually kept his cool, nearly choked on his coffee when she leaned over his desk to “check on that report.”

“Need help… lifting anything today?” she asked, feigning innocence.

His face turned crimson, eyes darting away as he tried to form a coherent reply. By lunch, she’d slipped a sticky note on his monitor: “Happy Titty Tuesday. You’re welcome. 😘”