"Evan, can you bring up this quarter's numbers and next quarters projections?" I could hear him say before he reached out and grabbed the back of my head. He muted his mic as he brought my face closer between his thighs. Keeping a neutral expression, he forced my face to rub against his exposed cock. As his intern, I knew how stressed he was getting over this meeting so I opened my mouth obediently for him. He let out a small groan as I sucked on the tip of his cock.

Mr. Burns gripped my hair tighter as he started to move my head up and down his cock. His groaning fueled my encouragement to help him relieve some of his stress. He force his cock deeper into my mouth and then sliding down my throat. I tried my best to swirl and suck on his cock but ended up just gagging on his length.

"Shh.." he groaned as he forced his cock further down my throat. Still keeping a calm demeanor, he focused on the presentation that was on his computer screens. His hand gripping my hair tightly, he started to move my head to fuck his cock, knowing he could not move while on camera.

I could tell the meeting was starting to wrap up as he pulled my head back so only the tip was in my mouth. I sucked on it hard, swirling my tongue as he unmuted himself, "Lets focus on boosting satisfaction and go back over this presentation at the end of the quarter 2. Have a good day everyone."

He quickly ended the call and looked down at me with pure lust. He gathered my hair again and started to fuck my mouth and throat. I worked frantically to keep up with his pace but ended up choking on his cock. He groaned loudly as he started to spill his release down my throat.

I followed her towards the back of the club wearing tight jean shorts and a black tank top. After turning a corner, she held a door open and ushered me into a private room. Walking into the room, I looked around to take the room in. It was furnished with a U-shaped plushed pink couch, a polished silver pole in the middle and the low mum of a seductive tune. The main lights were off but the room had a soft glow from various rope lights.

I set my things on the floor by the door as I walked closer to her. I fiddled nervously with the hem of my shirt as I watched her sit down, getting settled for the interview.

“Hello Addie,” she looked up to give me a warm smile. I smiled back before darting my eyes to the ground, “You seem nervous sweetie.”

‘No,” I shake my head no quickly, “Not nervous at all.”

“Have a seat dear,” she pointed to the plush couch across from her. I nodded as I walked over to the couch. Sitting down, I fixed my skirt by pulling it down.

“How old are you?”

"20” I answered her quickly..

"Any dancing experience?”

"Just with a dance company.” I answered her which caused her to sigh and put the clipboard she’s holding down on her lap.

"I have to ask, do you feel like you will be okay with this line of work? A lot of people will be coming and watching you dance. They will be watching you take off your clothes.” She described the position in hopes I would change my mind.

"Yes,” I confirmed in an anxious voice. She looked at me for a min before setting down her clipboard on the couch. She leaned back against the chair, looking keenly at me.

“Strip,” she said straightforwardly. We both stared at each other before she raised a brow at me, “Its an audition after all.” She lifted her phone and music played over the loud speaker in the room. It was a soft but seductive melody that filled the room.

I swallowed hard as I stood up and walked over to the pole. Neverously gripping the pole, I did a spin on it as I saw in the movies. On the second spin, my hand slipped and I stumbled over my feet. I tried to catch myself before I looked over at her.

“I do not think this will work out Addie.” She sighs as she rubs her hands on her thigh covered jeans. She is about to stand up to head towards the door, but I stopped her.

"Please stop. Just… just give me a chance please. I promise I can do it.”

She slowly turned to look at me suspiciously. I took a deep breath as I reached out and grabbed the pole. I took an awkward troll and stumbled again. Feeling like I was messing it up even more, I decided to just keep going. I closed my eyes and started to remember movies I had been to. I would whip my hair around, squat down and get up slowly while sticking out my ass. I let my hands skim down my body and before I realized it, I was lifting my shirt up and off my body. I did a few more hair flips and the next time I bent down, my pants went down too. I slowly noticed that I was naked, in front of my boss who was sitting again and could not take her eyes off of me.

I slid onto her lap, completely naked. Biting my lip, I slowly rocked my hips back and forth to the beat of the music. I held onto the back of her chair with my tits right out range for her to touch me with her mouth. At this angle I was able to press down harder and move my hips faster. I tilt my head up and sit up straight, starting to enjoy the moment. I was enjoying it so much, I let my hand drift down my body towards my center. My moans droned out by the music as I started to rub my clit on my potential new boss’s lap.

I walked into the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed in the outfit she was teasing me in. Sending me provocative pictures all day wearing barely any clothes. Her legs were crossed showing off her smooth skin and giving me a hint of the skimpy thong that left nothing to the imagination. The lace top barely covered her hardening nipple as she leaned back on her hands, pushing them out.

I leaned against the door frame as I unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt I wore to work today. As I rolled up the sleeves, my eyes never left her as she crossed her one leg over the other returning the stare. We stared at each other in uncomfortable silence, watching her slowly get nervous from my stare. Her body starts to squirm and she started to bite her lower lip, "Did you have fun today?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Sir," she smiles deviously as she tilts her head to the side. I gave her a little side smirk and shook my head as I pushed off the wall. I walk into the bedroom with my hands sliding into my pockets.

"So it was not you who flooded my phone with provocative pictures of herself in various positions and in various stages of undress. It was not you that tried to get me hard as a rock while I am trying to work?" I walked over towards the dresser that held the special toys I liked to use on her, "I think someone was feeling a little bratty today."

She gave a small smile as she watched me like a hawk. I opened the drawer as I pulled out a riding crop along with a few other toys. I walked over to the bed as she was leaning back. Using the riding crop, I placed the tip of it on her chin, forced her to look up at me. I watched her eyes slowly slide up to my face, "I will ask you again Brat, did you enjoy yourself as you were taking naughty pictures of yourself?"

I watched as she bit her lip again while staring me in the eyes. It was barely there, but I saw a hint of a shrug in her shoulders. I chuckle at her defiance as I ran the riding crop down to her chest. I let the tip slide along the right breast before I slide it over across the left breast, "On the bed Princess - hands and knees like a good girl. You can do that right?"

Pushing off the bed, I watch her as she makes a show of her getting up off the bed. She walks to the side, brushing against me. I had felt her hand slide along my length against my pants, making me hiss. She climbed up onto the bed before she got on her hands and knees looking over at me. She leaned down the top half of her body down onto the bed, forcing her ass up in the air. I smiled as I slide the riding crop against her spine to her ass slowly. With a flick of my wrist, I smacked her ass with the leather tip. She let out a small whimper and grip the sheet, but I was not satisfied enough.

I looked over at the assortment of toys that I had picked up from the dresser. I grabbed the rope and brought it over to her. Grabbing both of her hands and tying them up together, I expertly bound her to where they were not too tight nor could she break free of them. I picked up the riding crop and smacked her ass again with it, leaving a little sharp, enjoyable pain, "I will ask again Brat, did you enjoy yourself today? Enjoyed taking naughty pictures of yourself and sending them to me?"

I smacked her ass again and she tossed her head back again. She whimpered looking over at me. She nodded but she did not used her words, making me smack her ass again. She still would not budge on talking, so I knew I had to use more drastic measures. I went back over to the dresser and picked up the wand.

"Keep still," I murmur, voice low so only you can hear. "No squirming.”

I tap the intensity up another notch. The sudden stronger buzz forces a tiny whimper from your throat. Your nipples are hard against your thin blouse, and I know without looking that your panties are already soaked around the toy. I lean in, smiling, and slide my foot forward until my shoe presses lightly against your ankle.

"Spread a little. Let me see how wet you are getting." When you obey, I reach down to pick up my napkin and glance over, you wetness clearly soaking through those cute pink panties of your. When I sit back up I immediately press the button again, sending a quick series of pulses that make your hips jerk. Your face flushes darker. I keep my expression calm, almost bored, while my thumb dances over the controls, changing the pattern every few seconds so you never get used to the rhythm.

"Look at me," I order softly. "Eyes on mine while I play with your cunt." Another sharp increase in vibration makes you bite your lip hard. I watch the struggle play across your face, the effort not to moan, not to rock your hips against the seat. Your breathing is shallow now, chest rising fast. I can see the sheen of sweat starting at your hairline.

I lower the intensity just enough to keep you desperate, then lean back in my chair, sipping my drink like nothing is happening. "Good girl," I praise quietly. "Stay quiet for me. If you make a sound, I’ll turn it all the way up and leave it there until you’re shaking. Understand?"

Your nod is shaky, eyes glassy with need. I smile and tap the screen again, sending another teasing pulse straight against your clit. Your whole body jolts, but you manage to stay silent. I reward you with a slower, rolling pattern that makes your thighs tremble under the table.

“I can’t- too much.”

“Just one more baby, for mommy.”

… You’re lowering the shades…