Thread: The CEO! (Jack Stalker and SultrySilhouette)

As far as he was concerned, Selena Grant was young and fuckable, a typical cock teasing little whore who likely knew exactly what she needed to do in order to get ahead in the business. Use her body and her flesh to fuck her way to the top, and there wasn't much top left after Hugh Johnson. He watched her sit down as he moved past to take up his own seat on the other side of the chrome and black desk which dominated the corner of the office. Her thighs stroking against one another as she flashed a glimpse of her panties, a thong in this case. That was unsatisfactory of course, he preferred the feel of lace between his fingers as it was torn off a woman's body, but that was simply something she could be taught to adhere to later. Sitting down he pondered the proceedings. It was clear from the start that she was willing and ready to do whatever it took, he could see that in the way she dressed, the way she acted. Some girls got off on the thought of simply fucking their boss, regardless of rewards. Others liked the fact that they were fucking a married man, someone who already had a cunt to throw his load into, but who, for whatever reason, could be tempted away by their hotter and more nubile forms. Some thought it gave them power of some sort, to manipulate, to blackmail. Naturally he had ways of dealing with things like that, no, to him Selena presented not a danger to be avoided, but a young tight cunt to be fucked, a youthful energy to be claimed and defiled, a attractive girl who could be used and abused by cock fingers and tongue for as long as she wished to keep her trophy job. You're here because your boss fucked up. he stated plainly. I had to dissolve his entire fucking division. he added a little heatedly. You were part of that division, and perhaps you were part of the problem Miss Grant? However I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt... although I admit I have some concerns about how this all came about in the first place. he frowned. Your boss strayed into the cunt of a clients wife, despite the fact that he was married, which then again is little obstacle to fun around here... he paused, rubbing the wedding band on his finger in a nonchalant fashion as he looked at her across his desk. Standing up he walked around the desk and deposited himself sitting against it, next to her. Looming over her and staring down at first her legs, then trailing his gaze up to her face. If you had been doing your job, keeping him focused on the promise of a chance to fuck his secretary, then he would not have gone chasing another mans wife. Bad form all around really. I mean how can I trust that assigning you to someone won't simply result in the same disastrous situation arising again? he continued with a grin. We both know that your CV is worthless.. Your worth is between those delicious thigh Miss Grant, as you full well know by the way you wear that 'fuck me' dress and those 'rape me' heels. He took on a more composed and stern expression. If you want to hold onto your job, your salary, your perks, then I need to be convinced that you have what it takes to get the attention of a man you assigned to work for. Even if he's married. I need to know that you are fit for purpose. This isn't simply a job interview miss Grant, its an assessment as to whether you need to be punished, disciplined for your errors... and whether you have what it takes to continue here. Well Do you have what it takes? he asked impatiently. Tell me. How wood you handle a new boss. What would you do to get his focus where it should be.... while you answer, take off your dress, I need to appraise your attire and make sure it fits the company standard.