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Thread: Working Professionals {darkest_fate&Master_Germish}

James watched as Billie began to squirm in his grasp. He smiled softly and kissed her cheek again. Good girl Candy, dance on my fingers, show your fans how much you love my fingers in you. He teased as he continued to stroke her walls. He knew that he had found her spot based on how she writhed in his hands. He wondered if he could control her orgasm this early on. Fans, Candy here is getting quite wet, do you think she should ask you guys permission to cum? He teased as he increased the tempo of his fingers, making sure to focus on the bundle of nerves responsible for making her squirm. The fun could begin now, he would slowly humiliate and degrade her, get her to believe that she was completely at his mercy. If he could get her to ache for his control then the scene could really be fun for him, right now this was just foreplay. A little game to get the fans into it and to establish his role as her dominator. His eyes moved to the computer as he saw that a poll began and the majority of fans had voted for her to need permission. Candy, you see that. You better not cum without the fans permission. He teased wondering how she would beg with the gag in place. His fingers continued to work and his hand stayed on her head, slowly petting her as he looked into her eyes and over her body, enjoying the sight before him. Well guys, since you wanted her gagged she might not be able to hold herself as long as you want. What should her punishment be if she can't control herself? He teased as his fingers added another motion to their toying of her sex they now moved slowly in and out of her an inch or two as he made sure to rub her walls and put pressure against the bundle of nerves. He wanted to bring her to the edge, to see if she was even capable of controlling herself. He leaned in and whispered to her so the fans couldn't hear, Such a good little slut Billie, your pussy is devouring my fingers. Your body loves my hand. He teased her before glancing to the computer and seeing that a poll had once more begun this time showing that a thorough spanking would be her punishment if she couldn't control herself. He chuckled and leaned in. I'd beg for permission to cum, your fans want you spanked. I know your familiar with my hand doing that, I'm sure you can imagine how hard I can deliver. He teased before kissing her on the cheek.
Thread: Working Professionals {darkest_fate&Master_Germish}

Billie's nerves tingled, her sex already feeling nearly electric. James worked her as expertly as a puppeteer did a puppet. Billie had grown ever so used to performing for people, nearly cumming on command. So hearing someone whispering it into her ear nearly made her give out then and there. Plus, there were, like, tons of people watching her already, erect or wet or stroking or whatever, desperate to see her get off. The thought made Billie tremble. The trembling only increased as they continued. Permission? how the hell was she supposed to ask permission with the gag in place? Mmfual? she said around it, drool starting to leak down. the fingers went faster, and Billie started dancing in place, rising to her toes and practically prancing like an overeager mare. She tried shaking her head, but the fans apparently just found the whole thing amusing. The poll pretty well sealed it she'd have to ask. Billie let out a whine of protest, stomping her foot as best she could. This did nothing to dismiss the idea of her as some sort of mare or anything, particularly as she ended up stretching up on her toes almost immediately after. She could feel her sex already starting to spasm and shiver about the invading fingers, could feel the arousal starting to drain. Plus, James' fingers kept hitting this one spot within her, priming her internal pump. Billie could feel the pressure building with each push in. Mmaf narf air! came noises around the gag, along with some more spit. Billie shook her head again, before letting out a squeal. She could feel the hand sliding in and out, pushing against her. James was literally fucking her with his fingers now, and obviously enjoying himself. Her eyes fell upon the poll, then the camera, trying to give it this long, pleading look of longing or something. She could hear James teasing, and seeing the punishment showing up. A thorough spanking? She hadn't really liked that the first time around, more or less. Billie felt another shiver, and she danced again. The pressure was definitely building, and each thrust of fingers primed her pump even further. Billie tried making more noises around the gag, but she could barely understand them herself, and she was the one making them.
Thread: Working Professionals {darkest_fate&Master_Germish}

James smiled as he watched Billie move around on his fingers. He chuckled to himself as she practically pranced about his hand. He continued to finger her slowly. His fingers sliding slowly between her dripping folds as he made sure to push into her until his knuckles touched her flesh. This time he left his fingers in her, now returning to the stroking of her walls. Despite the change in motion James made sure to keep applying pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves within. He smiled at her and gave the gag a small kiss before releasing his hold in her hair and loosening the gag. He again kissed the gag but this time pulled it out and let it drop around her neck. He didn't say anything as his hand went right back in her hair, petting her and he made her look at the camera on the desktop. Fans, you guys are in control. You give her permission when to cum. I'll just make her beg like a good girl. He teased as he planted a firm kiss on her lips before sliding over to her cheek and saying. Show them what a needy little whore you are Billie. Beg for them to let you cum on my hand. He kissed her cheek softly as the hand in her hair tightened and pulled downward, forcing her to look at the ceiling of her room as his fingers slid out of her before ramming back in. His fingers now took on a fast approach, his hand a blur as he pounded into her sex, trying his hardest to make sure that when he went into her he went until his knuckles touched her lips and the tips of his fingers jammed into that tender little spot responsible for Billie's pleasure. He was going to make her cum against the fan's will if he could. He wanted to test this girls abilities.
Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

Yes Miss Ash, Paige replied immediately to the order, nodding her head a few times and fighting the glow at getting the name right and responding almost instantly. Unfortunately, she fumbled slightly, literally, when her ankle turned slightly. She recovered, and was relieved to find that there wasn't any throbbing. No, the problem was less a physical one and more Paige resorting to the same mental flogging that had become a nearly depressing norm. She was better than this! Strong! Tough! Independent! The moment she'd turned 18 she'd made the nose ring thing more professionally done and permanent, and she'd gotten some tattoos. Plus she'd done this on her own. So what if she'd fucked up a few grades? She was here she could do this. Take a seat. oh shit, when had they gotten...? Paige nodded, spent a few seconds looking around, and took the offered seat. She nodded at the welcome. Thanks again, she managed, before mentally kicking herself. She had to be more formal, less bubbly teenager, more personal assistant. A folder slid over, and Paige opened it almost immediately. She nodded, chewing her lip as she flipped through the items inside. Some of it made sense. Some made her pause her eyes widened at the salary, stopping on that and almost missing the other bits. Except that, despite all that independence and maturity talk, she was still a teenager. Those teenage ears heard credit card' and her nattily done nails quickly sliced open the envelope. Again, Paige had to pause she recognized the card, and she could already guess the limit. Trying to hide her surprise, she lowered it, focusing on her boss. Little jobs, shopping. Paige had lied about that part she fucking hated shopping worse, her tastes ran closer to trendy and almost punk as opposed to anything classy Miss Ash would want. Still, she thought she could finish it out. That's pretty much what I figured, Paige said, nodding. I mean, of course Miss Ash, another flush, a nod, and she was listening again. Germany omigod, she was actually going to Germany? She'd have to try and find a German phrasebook, maybe from the library. She had most of the stuff packed. Thank Kitomi she told me what to get, Paige said, shrugging. Oh, right, questions, she hesitated for a moment, then shifted, digging into her pockets and pulling a phone, which just happened to be in a bright blue case with a rainbow lightning bolt on it. Paige flicked, nodding. Okay, um, right, so that covers benefits, she looked at her notes, then at the files, trying to remember what her parents had advised. Oh, yes, uniform allowance, she said, glad to remember the terms. like, you said formal dinner. I mean, uh, I haven't exactly---I mean, since it's required, is there an allowance set aside for clothing? And are there certain standards you'd like me to meet? she paused, nodding as she went through her mental checklist before glancing at the phone. And are there specific brands that you want me to stay away from? Paige nodded again, shifting and locking eyes with her boss, trying not to glow with pride at managing to ask a few stupid questions about clothes .
Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

Once Paige had left, Vivienne busied herself in work. There wasnt too much to do, in fact most of it was just checking off reports and proposals and strategies for the board, and making sure that everything she needed for the conference over the next few days was prepped and checked and ready, and that all the supplementary material was ready to go and was presentable. Kitomi had taken care of any physical documentation it was already at the hotel where the conference would be held, the hotel had confirmed receipt of it this morning. All presentation materials were ready, her tablet was updated, her laptop was updated, all relevant files were synced with the server, her credentials were valid, VPN access checked offso many little things to think of. She even remembered to get lunch in. It was half-four when Vivienne began wondering how Paige was doing with her shopping. Vivienne could have left at any time, but shed told Paige to come back here, firstso she waited. Fortunately, she didnt have to wait long just over five minutes later, Kitomi sent a message telling her Paige was back. Vivienne asked for the girl to be shown in the door was closed behind her. Wellarent you adorable? Vivienne murmured as she looked at the girl before her. It was almost a complete transformation wearing business attire that fitted properlyPaige looked almost a different person sassy, but in an innocent way. She got up from behind her desk, slowly moved towards the young girl. Stand still let me have a look at you. She circled the girl slowly, carefully, almost like a panther stalking its prey. When behind the girl, she reached out, touched the shoulders of the jacket, adjusted them slightly, ran her hands down the girls upper arms as if checking the fit when she returned to the front, she took the lapels of the jacket in her fingers, ran her fingers down the edge of the clothing item, the backs of her fingers very-lightly grazing the girls breasts as she again checked to make sure everything fit in place. Then she took a step back. Much better, she offered approvingly, after another appraising look. Youll fit right in if you keep up that appearance. Very appropriate for the personal assistant of a company CEO. She stepped back again, leaned against the desk, folded her arms across her chest and pushed her firm, round breasts together as a consequence. Did you enjoy yourself? Shopping, I mean?
Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

Adorable? Well, that's not quite what I was aiming for, Miss Ash, the teenager confessed, smiling a little. It took all she had not to roll her eyes at the next comment it made Vivienne sound so much like a mom. Paige tried to remember just how much older her new employer was than her she knew it was a bit. Was it enough for her to actually be her mother? The thought puzzled the young woman while Vivienne checked out the fit of the outfit. It didn't quite fit perfectly it wasn't as if Paige could have gotten everything tailored, but it did the job significantly better than the borrowed clothing she'd had on earlier. The fingers fluttered close to a very sensitive area, and it took all Paige had not to let out a gasp. She'd been warned that the newly pierced nipple would be a glowing target for a while along with a wink from the woman who did it, suggesting that it would be great for some alone time, but she'd all but dismissed it before now. With those fingers fluttering close, the sudden burst of sensation sent that thought straight out of the teenager's head. Fortunately it didn't last long Vivienne was just checking everything out, after all, not feeling up her new assistant. Paige lowered her arms and nodded. Thank you, Miss Ash, she said, readjusting the jacket. She noticed Vivienne's motion, probably because she was all too aware of her own breasts right now. Paige knew better than to try and copy it dragging that much fabric and pulling it tight across the nipple was asking for trouble right now. I mostly did, Miss Ash, she admitted, shrugging. It's not exactly my sort of clothing? But there's always some fun in getting something that makes you look professional. I did some styling and... she hesitated, then remembered the credit card statement, then decided that if Vivienne wanted to know everything, she could ask, and I drew short of bobbing my hair. But I think they did pretty good, she nodded, shifting again. I'm all set for the week! She gestured toward the bags and tried and failed not to look like a student who'd just aced a particularly difficult question on an exam.
Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

How old was Paige, exactly? She knew Paiges date of birth had been on her CV, but Vivienne couldnt recall it. Barely past eighteen, was she? Young enough that she could have been the girls mother, Vivienne knewif shed been very irresponsible and started way too early. There was just something in the girls mannerisms that seemed to nudge itself into that area, although there was nothing further from the truth. Again, it didnt matter. Vivienne had to remind herself that the girl was young and inexperienced in a corporate environment deliberately so Viviennes intention originally, at least was to take Paige and mould her into someone who could slot into the company. In effect, this role was an internship as well as a personal assistant role. It would remain to be seen whether Paige would do well with the internship aspect, but that was in the future right now, Paige would need to be attentive to the whims and desires of her employer. Excellent, Vivienne declared positively to Paiges comment that she had enjoyed shopping, at least somewhat. I can appreciate that business wear and formal wear may not be what youre used to wearing, but when youre at work or attending a function with me, thats what I expect. I dont care what you wear when youre not at work when were travelling and youre not attending work with me, you can also dress down. Just bear in mind that I have expectations and standardsas do our clients. Youre also representing both myself and AshTech when we travel. She smiled warmly, as if trying to take any possible sting out of her words. As long as you bear in mind my needs and wants, I think youll do fine. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood right in front of it, her arms still crossed over her chest. Looks like youre good to go, she observed, resisting the impulse to allow her gaze to wander over Paiges form. Weve a relatively early flight tomorrow morning. Make your way here to be ready to go at seven. Well get a car to the airport for our eight-am flight. Well be a couple of hours in the air, and well be at the hotel by eleven if everything goes smoothly. After check-in Ill get you to unpack while I go to the conference area and register us. The conference notes say that today will be an informal series of speeches, so Ill get you to sit with me and learn about what goes on. The formal dinner will be the Wednesday night, and the conference ends at lunch on the Thursday. The rest of it we can make up as we go, other than check-out and the return flight. Vivienne paused, then held out her right hand to the girl. Welcome aboard, Paige, she offered with a friendly smile.
Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

Paige nodded as Vivienne again reiterated the dress code. She did pretty well expect all that, and she fought the urge to wince at the mention of making sure to look nice even when traveling. From what Paige could tell, that meant she'd be dressing for quite a while during these travels. Well, she had wanted a responsible job and to be independent and all that no need to get too worked up about it. I'll make sure to keep your needs in mind, Paige promised. And I'll be a good representative on the road I learn quick, and she could handle being professional, or at least faking it. True, Paige was way out of her element here, but she really did learn fast. Good to go Paige almost sighed with relief there. She'd succeeded in one of her first major tasks, plus she'd technically gotten approval for the nipple piercing too, at least in a semi-sneaky roundabout sort of way. Right, seven, Paige said, fighting the wince at the early time. She pulled out her phone to start punching more information in, setting alarms and check-ins, following along with each of Vivienne's responses in time. The bit about sitting during the informal bit almost had Paige balking she hadn't thought that she'd be responsible for all that. Just what did Vivienne expect of her? Flight at eight, be here and ready at-- Paige started, before realizing the hand was out. She flushed, taking it, nodding as she shook. Thanks, she said. She hesitated for a moment, before just nodding confidently. I got everything, she smiled, then tucked her phone away. She waited only a moment longer to make sure she had everything, before heading back to technically her parents' home she'd need a paycheck or two before moving out, after all. once there, Paige could relax and, more importantly, tend to her new piercing. That took a fair chunk of time, and Paige had to walk through all the various steps she'd have to make sure to bring some saline solutions and cleansing clothes to make sure that everything was working out there. Even the gentle touches felt almost too good, however, and she couldn't help but admire it, while still noting that it made her already noticeable nipples all the more appealing. She loved the look of it, and nearly giggled in response, feeling quite sexy. Still, it was early to bed for the flight. Everything had been arranged and packed ahead of time. So in the morning, it was get out of bed, fumble through as much makeup and polish as she could, before opting for a pair of slacks and one of the camisole tops. The latter worked brilliantly with the sensitive area, to which Paige felt quite thankful. She thought she looked pretty professional and all, and she felt like herself underneath the layer, which granted her that much more confidence. So from there, it was to the coffee shop to pick up a double for her and another for Vivienne. And the teenager was standing in the office again, sipping a hot espresso, at seven sharp, feeling quite proud of herself with the other coffee in hand, Vivienne's name already written in Paige's almost spidery hand.
Thread: Next Time, Read the Fine Print. (Sync & Darkest_Fate)

Vivienne was almost sure she could feel Paige's internal cringe at the early start. The girl hid it well, but the older woman just knew it was there. She didn't know what time that would mean the girl would have to wake up at, but Vivienne was used to the early starts. There was the near-expected comment about her ability to learn and pick things up quickly it had been used during the interview, Vivienne recalled, but it was repeated here. The older woman would certainly judge for herself whether that was actually true, but so far there was nothing to indicate it was not. The handshake was accepted, and Vivienne found herself liking the feel of Paige's skin against hers, at least as far as the handshake went. Paige repeated the instructions and times...and that was that. Vivienne didn't leave the office for another couple of hours. She finished off speech notes, made sure that everything she needed was where it was supposed to be, checked her equipment to make sure she didn't leave anything behind...then went home to a quiet evening that was punctuated by the packing of a suitcase and the organising of a carry-on bag. Vivienne awoke with plenty of time to get ready. A quick shower, light make-up, light breakfast, grab the case and bag, double-check she hadn't forgotten anything...and she was out the door. She drove to the office and left her car parked in the building's secure car-park...fifteen minutes to go. She was wearing a dark-blue suit - knee-length loose skirt, matching jacket, white blouse, flesh-coloured stockings, low heels. Up through the elevator to her floor, suitcase dragged behind her, carry-on slung over her shoulder, doors opened...and there was Paige, waiting patiently, coffee in hand with another right next to her, clearly for her boss. The cup even had Vivienne's name scrawled on it. Vivienne couldn't help but give a warm smile of greeting to the girl. Well aren't you delightful? she greeted the girl pleasantly. And looking very sharp and presentable in that attire. She took her cup, sipped from it slowly, then sighed with content. Coffee just as I like, too. I might just have to keep you around, Paige. She left her case and bag next to Kitomi's currently-empty desk and looked at her new assistant. I've just got a couple of small things to do, then we'll head off. Are you ready to go? She sat at Kitomi's desk and logged into the secretary's workstation, dug up emails, clicked on links and was soon printing off boarding passes. Just in case, she explained, a hint of a sheepish look on her face. If I'm going to forget anything, these will be it. But then...that's what I've got you for, isn't it? Sorry, I'm doing your job...old habits die hard, and all that. She grabbed the pages off the printer and shut down Kitomi's workstation. That's it, then, she announced. If Kitomi's done her job right, there'll be a taxi waiting for us downstairs in five minutes. She folded the pages and stuffed them into a side pocket on her carry-on bag, slung the bag over her shoulder, grabbed the handle of her case, then looked expectantly at Paige. After you, she offered politely.