"Resistance is futile." she purred, reciting Seven's catchphrase. A sense of overwhelming vulnerability overcame Jeri as she took in the way her body was dressed, and draped over the top of the desk.
Instantly she felt the tighness of the garter straps, the teasing air tickling the stitching of her bra, and the satin shimmer of her underwear.
She knocked the Clicker to the floor, as she scrambled from the desk, and darted for the high wing-back chair.
"I told you not to play with my inventions." Jeff chided gently.
Jeri hid as best she could in the chair looking back to see her father picking the Clicker off the floor.
"Can ... can you..." Jeri's voice fell silent, as her dad smiled his reassuring smile.
"Yes, I can restore you. Although we will need to wait on the device recharging."
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