The dimly lit room is adorned with a sleek, black leather couch and a mahogany conference table. The walls are lined with framed certificates and accolades, a testament to the success of this company. 

A large, ornate chandelier hangs overhead, casting soft, warm light across the polished hardwood floor. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, as if the very walls are alive with the energy of the people who have spent countless hours here. 

I stand before the window, gazing out at the bustling cityscape beyond, my heart racing with equal parts nervousness and excitement.

I can feel his presence behind me even before he speaks. 

"You look lovely, Ms. West," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I must say, this room is even more impressive than I imagined." 

I turn to face him, admiring the way he fills out his suit, the confidence that seems to ooze from his very being. 

"I'm glad you think so," I reply, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I've always envisioned this space as a place where people could come together."

I lead him over to the couch, gesturing for him to sit down. 

"Can I get you anything?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. "Some water, perhaps?" He smiles at me, a genuine, warm smile that makes my heart skip a beat. 

"That would be lovely, thank you." 

As I pour him a glass of water, I can't help but notice the way his hands tremble slightly, just the tiniest bit. It's almost imperceptible, but it's there. It adds to his allure, somehow. He seems very nervous for the interview.

I take a seat across from him, trying to project an air of calm confidence. I can feel my own heart racing beneath my tight, black blouse. 

"So, Mr. Carter," I begin, taking a sip of water myself, "you've been highly recommended for this position. Why do you think you would be the best candidate?"

He takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before speaking. 

"Well, Ms. West, I believe I have the perfect blend of experience and innovation that you're looking for. In my previous roles, I've consistently exceeded expectations and driven significant growth for my teams. I'm also passionate about creating a supportive and inclusive work environment."

We keep talking like that for a while. But I conclude that he would fit in quite well.

I stand up, stretch my arms above my head, and walk around the table.

"Mr. Carter," I say as I lean against the polished surface, "I think you'd be perfect for this position. 

“But I want you to know that I'm going to be watching you very closely. You need to prove yourself to me, and to the rest of the team. You're going to have to work hard to earn their trust and respect."

On Monday I called him into my office.

"I've made my decision," I tell him, trying to sound confident and authoritative. "You're going to be working with Jane and Sarah on this project. They're both very talented and have a lot of experience in this field. I think you'll learn a lot from them. You'll be their assistant and just do whatever they need to help them along."

He nods, his expression a mixture of relief and determination.

"Thank you, Ms. West. I won't disappoint you."

I smile slightly. 

"Good. Now, I want you to go in there and observe. Learn everything you can from Jane and Sarah."

He nods, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "Yes, Ms. West. I understand."

I smile, noticing the way his gaze briefly flicks down to my chest before returning to meet my eyes. Interesting. He's not as nonchalant as he appears. I lean forward to try and make him stare a little more at me. He is practically undressing me with his eyes.

"Make sure at the end of the day you come back here and tell me how your day went ok?"

He nods, his gaze still locked on my chest. 

"Yes, Ms. West. I'll be sure to do that." 

His voice sounds a little hoarse, and I can't help but wonder if it's because he's nervous or because he's just turned on.

As I watch him leave my office, I feel a surge of power course through me. I've made my decision, and now it's time to see how things play out. I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves and my resolve. Right there on that spot, I decide I am going to seduce him. Not because it's part of my job, not because I need to make him more comfortable, but because I want to.

At the end of the day, sure enough I hear him coming. So I quickly get up and bend down to the cabinet in full view from my door. I pull my skirt up from my thighs so my knickers are visible, and wait for him to enter.

He knocks and I urge him to come in whilst rummaging around in the bottom cabinet. He comes in and sees me.

I can feel his gaze on my body, taking in the view of my exposed panties and my ass. I'm glad he's reacting the way I want him to. I take my time, pretending to look for something else in the drawer, hoping he'll feel more comfortable approaching me.

"I'll be with you in a second."

I'm tempted to straighten up and turn around, to see the expression on his face, but I want to keep him off-balance for now.

Instead, I continue searching for whatever it is that I'm supposed to find in this drawer. My heart is racing, but I try to keep my breathing steady. I can feel his presence behind me, and I know that he's watching me. It's intoxicating.

"Oh, hi there. I was just looking for this report from last month. Did you need something?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

He clears his throat, his eyes still fixed on my ass. 

"Um, yes. Well you wanted me to tell you how my day went. It went well, actually. Jane and Sarah were really helpful." 

His cheeks flush slightly as he says this, and I can tell he's uncomfortable with the praise. He nervously looks away.

"What's wrong?"

He looks surprised at my question. "Nothing's wrong. I just... never mind. I should probably get going."

I can't help but smile, enjoying the power I have over him at this moment. "Oh, no, don't leave just yet I almost found it. What is it?"

He says whilst looking away "It's your skirt Miss."

"What about it?"

He clears his throat. "Well, I can see..."

My heart leaps into my throat, and I feel a blush creeping up my neck. I know exactly what he's about to say. 

"You mean," I say, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart, "that you can see my underwear?"

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he does so.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I didn't mean to..." He trails off, looking anywhere but at me.

I straighten up and show him that I notice that my skirt is pulled up "accidentally” for the first time and pull it back down.

I can't help but smile, feeling a thrill run through me. 

"Well, I suppose that's an honest mistake. You know, sometimes these things just happen." 

I pause, then reach out and lightly touch his arm. "Don't worry about it. Accidents happen to the best of us. Now, why don't we forget about that report for a moment? It's been a long day for both of us. Why don't you come here and sit down?" 

I motion for him to take a seat in front of me.

As he sits down, I notice he's gotten hard and his cock is making a tent in his trousers.

"Well, how was your day then?"

He looks away for a moment, taking in my face and then glancing down at my chest before looking back up at my eyes. 

"It was... fine. Nothing special." He clears his throat, and I can tell he's still a bit flustered.

I lean in towards him, my hand moving to rest on his knee. 

"Well, I'm sure it wasn't that bad. Maybe you just need someone to listen. Or... maybe you need to get your mind off of things." 

I smile, my fingers gently squeezing his knee. 

"I could help with that."

His eyes flicker down to where my hand is, and I can see the heat rising in his cheeks. He clears his throat again, trying to compose himself.

 "Well, um... I guess I've just been feeling a bit stressed lately."

"Oh?" I say, leaning in even closer. "What about?"

He looks down, his Adam's apple bobbing again as he swallows. 

"Well, I've just been... worried about money, I guess. And my parents... they're not very supportive." 

He glances up at me, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "I really want to stay at this job, Miss. I really need the money."

I nod sympathetically, reaching out to gently cup his cheek. 

"That must be hard for you. But you know, you can talk to me about anything. I promise I'll listen."

As I say this, I can feel the heat rising between my legs. I notice that  I am quite wet just sitting there. 

So I ask him: "So. Did you like what you saw when you came in?"

He blushes even deeper, looking anywhere but at me. 

"I'm sorry, Miss. I shouldn't have... I mean, I didn't mean to..." 

His voice trails off, and he looks down at his lap, where his hands are fidgeting nervously.

I place my other hand on his cheek, gently guiding his face back up to meet my eyes. 

"There's nothing to apologise for. You're only human. And I'm flattered. So, you're saying you did like what you saw?"

He looks away again, but this time there's a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

"I... I guess I did."

I lean in even closer, my breasts pressing against his arm. 

"Well, you know, if it would make you feel better..." 

I trail off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. His eyes flicker down to my cleavage, and I can see him taking a deep breath.

"I - I don't know if I should," he stammers, his voice barely audible.

I reach up, gently cupping his cheek, and brush my thumb across his bottom lip. 

"I think you should umm... You've been such a good boy today, and I think you deserve a little treat."

His breath hitches, and he looks down at where my hand is resting on his knee. His cock is harder than ever now, pressing painfully against his trousers. The wetness between my legs grows even more.

"Well what did you see that you liked exactly?"

He hesitates for a moment, biting his lower lip as he thinks about it. 

"I... I liked how... confident you are. And how sexy you are. And your body... it's just so... perfect." His voice trails off, and he looks down at his lap again.

"I see, but you didn't answer my questions. Well, what did you like most in particular?"

He looks up at me, taking a deep breath. 

"I... I liked your underwear." 

His voice trails off, and his eyes flicker down to my bare legs, which are still spread wide on the couch.

"Oh, did you now?" I reach under my skirt and take off my damp underwear and dangle it in front of his face.

He looks up at me, his eyes wide with surprise and arousal. 

"Can I... can I touch it?" he whispers, his voice barely audible.

I nod, slowly moving my hand so that he can reach it. He takes the damp material in his fingers, feeling the warmth and softness against his skin. His fingers tremble slightly as he runs them over the fabric, tracing the outline of my panties. 

"They're so... softer than I imagined," he says, his voice a whisper.

"Do you want to see more?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He nods, his eyes locked on mine. "You know what I like about you?"

He swallows hard, his gaze never leaving my face. 

"What?"

I lean in closer, my breasts pressing against his arm. 

"Your lips." I trail off, brushing my lips against his neck, teasing him. "Have you ever gone down on a woman before?"

He shakes his head, his eyes darkening with desire. 

"No, Miss."

I smile, taking his hand and leading it down to my breast. 

"Well, you're about to find out."

He looks up at me, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"First," I begin, my voice low and sensual, "Get down in front of me.” 

"Now," I continue, "start to lick. Use your tongue to stroke me."

As he obediently lowers his head between my legs, I feel a thrill of anticipation run through me. His warm breath fans across my bare skin, making my entire body tingle. He hesitates for a moment.

"That's it," I murmur, guiding his head with my hands. "Just let your tongue explore my thighs"

His tongue darts out, tracing a wet path up my inner thigh.

"That's it," I moan, arching my hips into his touch. "Use your tongue to part my folds, and then lap at my clit." 

His tongue does as I say, and it feels so good, so right.

I push his head away for a moment. His mouth is glistening with my juices. I guess I was wetter than I thought.

"How is that?"

He looks up at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and full of desire. 

"It's... amazing. So soft and wet. I can't believe how good it tastes."

I grin, my hand tangled in his hair. 

"That's because it is." 

I lean back a little, giving him more room to explore. 

"And you're doing a great job." 

His tongue darts out, flicking across my clit, sending shards of pleasure straight to my core. 

"Just keep doing that, and soon enough you'll make me cum."

His movements grow bolder, more confident.

 "That's it, love it," I gasp, my hips bucking against his face. 

"Don't stop." I reach down, gripping his head with both hands and start to rub my pussy all over his nose and mouth.

 "I'm gonna use your face as my own personal fuck toy!"

I lean back and rub my dripping pussy against his face. I grind my hips, grinding my clit against his lips, and moan with pleasure. He tries to look, closes his eyes, his face buried between my thighs, but I push him back down roughly. 

"Look at me when I'm fucking your face," I growl, my voice low and demanding.

His eyes flick open, meeting mine as I continue to move his head against my wetness.

"That's it, love," I whisper, feeling my orgasm building inside me. "Look at me." I grind my hips harder, my wetness coating his mouth and nose as I moan with pleasure. His tongue darts out, lapping at my clit, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

He tries to thrust his tongue deeper, but I push him away, relishing the power I have over him. 

"You like this, don't you?" I ask, my voice a low growl. "You like how I make you eat my pussy?"

His eyes are wide and pleading as he looks up at me. 

"Yes, Mistress," he whispers. "I do."

"Beg me."

He hesitates, his eyes flicking down to my lips. 

"Please, Mistress?" he whispers, his voice barely audible.

The sound of him calling me Mistress sends a shiver down my spine. I lean forward, my breasts pressing against his face. 

"That's better," I hiss, my fingers tangled in his hair. "Now, I want you to beg me to let you lick my pussy."

 "Please, Mistress, I need to taste you. I need your pussy on my tongue. I've been thinking about it all day." 

I can feel his words vibrate against my skin, and it's driving me wild.

"Well, you've been a good little sub today, so I suppose I could let you have a taste." 

I pull his head up, my lips curling into a wicked smile as I look down at him. 

"But only if you earn it."

I guide his head back between my thighs, feeling the hot, wet heat of my pussy envelop his face again. 

"You're going to use that mouth of yours to make me cum, and then I might just let you come too." 

His tongue darts out, licking at my clit, and I moan, arching my back.

"That's it," I murmur, my fingers threading through his hair. 

"Use your tongue, lick me. Show me how much you want this." 

His tongue moves faster, curling around my clit as he sucks on it, and I gasp, my hips bucking wildly against his face.

"You like hearing me about to cum, don't you?" I pant, feeling my orgasm building. "You like knowing how much I want it, how close I am?" He nods, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder, his tongue dancing against my clit. 

"You like making me feel good?"

His tongue swirls faster, his breath hot against my skin. 

"Yes, Mistress," he whispers. "I love making you feel good." 

His hands move up, cupping my hips, and he thrusts his tongue deeper, fucking my clit with expert precision. I arch my back, moaning into the air, my body quaking with pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasp, feeling the familiar tightness building in my core. 

"Oh god, it's happening." 

His tongue never stops, moving faster, circling my clit, driving me wild. I grip his hair, my nails digging into his scalp.

"You're gonna get a little wet surprise from me..."

His tongue continues its relentless assault, and I feel the familiar tightening deep inside me, the sensation spreading through my body like a wave of heat. I grip his hair tighter, arching my back, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my orgasm builds and builds. 

Suddenly, I feel it, the overwhelming sensation of my release, my body shuddering with pleasure as I squirt, spraying his face with my hot, sticky cum.

I keep grinding against his face hard whilst spraying squirt uncontrollably.

My hips move up and down, rubbing against his mouth and nose as I continue to squirt, the hot liquid coating his face, dripping down his chin and neck.

He laps it up like a hungry dog, moaning into me as he savours the taste. His tongue moves expertly, flicking and licking at my skin, tracing a path up my inner thighs and back to my swollen lips.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" I purr, watching him work his magic. "You like feeling my cum on your tongue, my taste on your lips?"

He nods eagerly, his tongue swirling around my clit, the hot wetness of my squirts still coating his face.

"That's right, you greedy little thing," I murmur, my fingers threading through his hair. "Drink it up, taste how good it is."

His tongue darts out, lapping at my folds, licking up the last of my cum. 

He moans, a low, throaty sound that vibrates against my skin, and I feel a shiver of pleasure race through my body.

"That's it," I murmur, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "You like that?"

He moans, his tongue moving faster, licking and sucking at my folds. 

"Yes, Mistress. I love it."

I can feel my body starting to relax, my orgasm slowly fading away, and I decide it's time to give him some release. I slide my hands down to his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms, and push him away gently. His tongue laps one last time at my folds before he pulls back, his eyes locked on mine. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum, straining against his pants.

"You've been such a good boy, stand up!" I whisper, running my hands up his chest, over his shoulders and neck. "Why don't you take these off?" 

I gesture to his shirt, and he nods, quickly unbuttoning it and shrugging out of it. His muscles ripple beneath his skin as he tosses it aside. I reach down and undo his pants, sliding them over his hips, revealing his hard cock, already leaking precum.

He steps out of his pants, and I take him in my hand, stroking him roughly, feeling the heat and the length of him.

"You're so hard for me, aren't you?" I whisper, tracing a finger along the wet head of his cock. "You've been thinking about this for so long, haven't you?"

He nods eagerly, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His eyes are glassy with desire, his gaze fixed on my breasts, which are now only inches from his face. I lean forward, teasing him, rubbing my nipples with my other hand.

"I want you to cum on my tits."

The words hang in the air between us, my breath coming in quick gasps as I imagine the hot, sticky mess he'll leave on my chest. 

His cock twitches in my hand, the head already glistening with pre-cum. His eyes meet mine, a mixture of desire and anticipation, as he begins to thrust into my hand.

"Yes, Mistress," he moans.

He angles his hips, guiding his cock up toward my breasts, and with a loud groan, he releases himself, painting my chest with his hot, sticky seed. I gasp at the sensation of his warm cum on my skin, the way it feels so right, so intimate. 

He continues to pump his cum onto my breasts, hips thrusting forward as he empties himself with abandon. His eyes are closed, his face contorted in ecstasy, his muscles tense as he lets out one final, shuddering moan.

I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft, damp strands stick to my palm. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, his shoulders rising and falling slowly. His cock twitches in my hand, still hard, but beginning to soften as the last of his release ebbs away.

"That's it," I whisper, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You did so well." His eyes flutter open, and he looks up at me with a mixture of gratitude and desire. "You can stand to leave now."

He nods, his movements still slow and languid, and turns to pick up his discarded pants. As he pulls them up, his cock slips free, still slightly wet with his cum. He glances at my chest, where his seed glistens in the dim light, and a small smile plays at the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you, Mistress," he says, his voice husky with desire. "That was incredible."

I smile down at him, running my fingers through his hair again. 

"I think it's time for you to go home and get some rest," I say gently. "You must be exhausted."

He nods, a small blush creeping up his neck. 

"Yes, Mistress." 

With one last lingering look at my chest, he turns and makes his way back to the door. As he reaches for the handle, he hesitates, turning back to face me.

"Thank you, Mistress," he whispers. "For letting me serve you tonight." 

There's a raw emotion in his voice that makes my heart ache.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He opens the door and slips out into the hall, disappearing from view. I stand there for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. The air feels different now, somehow lighter and more alive.