𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ ❰ 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢. & 𝔫𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 ❱

[reverie.]

˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ˚ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠                                                                                         ʙ ʏ  ʀ ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ᴇ .  ᴀ ɴ ᴅ  ɴ ᴇ ᴏ ɴ  ᴅ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴍ        ​

𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔​

1⃣  ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ꜰ ɪ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ  ᴍ ᴇ ᴇ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ  »  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ    2⃣  ᴘ ᴜ ꜱ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ  ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ  ꜰ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ  »  ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ

 

[Neon Dream]

𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ᴛ ʜ ᴇ  ꜰ ɪ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ  ᴍ ᴇ ᴇ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ ​

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

The interior walls of Kainon Entertainment were lined with many different kinds of advantages built-in, one of those happening to be sound deadeners; those surrounded the large, vaunted top-floor office of Auguste Klein, the C.E.O. of the company, and therefore one of the most powerful men within the entire industry. He had it all, and Kainon produced many different quality TV programs and even dabbled in films as well, along with providing digital services to many different providers. This is what had allowed them to become such a stellar leader within the realm of entertainment, supplying the underlying linchpin that had then built up their assets, as well as what they tended to develop. Within that space, Sophie Simmons had made quite a name for herself during her time with Kainon. She was talented, resourceful, had shown remarkable facility and the ability to manage many different ongoing contracts, talent, management all at once. It was her navigation of juggling so much simultaneously that had made her the target for a swift promotion, which had come when one of her very own project managers had offered her the recently opened position of personal assistant to one Auguste Klein. She had naturally agreed, even before Klein had the chance to interview her himself. Hmm. However, he had strongly suspected that he had seen that particular face before, somewhere. He happened to be proven correct, coming to find out a bit more about the job at the Indigo Club that Ms. Simmons had previously worked and very much neglected to mention on her resume. Uon learning of such, Auguste had made some calls and obtained several photos and even two full videos of her routine, and all the ample bits of her deliciously delightful flesh that were on display there. Now, she sat in front of him having been summoned - their first meeting ever - and she was in the non-descript chair looking remarkably lovely with that gorgeous blonde hair trailing down freely along with her black top and tan skirt, mixed with those black stockings underneath. This would be quite interesting indeed. "Ms. Simmons," he began, standing up and brushing flat against his navy blue slacks, matching his ruffling suit coat as he made his way over to the opposite side of the desk right before the pretty femme, folding his hands over his aquamarine shirt and light blue-patterned tie across his chest for a single moment." "Welcome to your new position here, serving me." The words came from his lips easily in that dark baritone voice of his, a touch of the German accent coming out, laced with heavy meaning." "However, I think you neglected to mention your work at the Indigo Club when you applied for this job, did you not? Specifically, this kind of work," he added, tossing the stack of photos in front of her. There were so many of her with her flimsy top barely covering her perky tits as they bounced freely while she danced, or her grinding her slick, barely-covered pussy on older men's laps with a huge smile on her features. At the same time, while saying this, he reached out and brushed her blonde locks downward slowly, making contact deliberately and breaking the veil of any kind of decorum that might have prevented him from doing so. ""What are we going to do about this then, hmm? I have ideas but could listen to what you might have to say," he intoned, before falling silent and gently, slowly teasing with those fingertips constantly lining across her tender tresses. ​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

If someone had told Sophie that she'd be Mr. Klein's personal assistant only one year after starting working at Kainon Entertainment—or at all—she'd have laughed in their face. But somehow she had managed to impress the right people with her hard work, and now she was moving up to the top floor. She even got her own desk that she could decorate as she pleased. And that was exactly what she'd been doing when Mr. Klein summoned her to his office, which was right next to her desk. She'd seen him before—perhaps more on a screen or paper than in real life—but he was no less intimidating up close. It was hard not to let her eyes wander as he motioned for her to take a seat. He knew he was a lot older than her, but he was an attractive man. And his suit looked more expensive than her entire wardrobe and she almost felt bad for wearing something cheap. "Thank you, Sir. I am very excited to start working with you." Despite all the gossip she'd participated in while she started working there, at least that was true. Her previous colleagues had laughed at her and wished her luck when she'd accepted the proposition. They'd always talked about how stupid someone had to be to say yes to work for him. Mr. Klein was known for having high expectations of everyone working for him and this wasn't the first time he needed a new assistant. How long had the previous girl lasted? If Sophie's memory served her right, his last assistant had started after Sophie, so under a year. She was determined to last a lot longer than that. But that was before he brought up her past. Sophie opened her mouth to tell him he was wrong, that she'd never even heard of that club, when he tossed a stack of photos in her lap. Her eyes widened at the sight of the half-naked girl in them. She didn't need to study the girl to know that it was her. Even a blind man could see the resemblance. Reaching out to collect the photos, she quickly stacked them and turned them upside down. "I don't know how you got a hold of these," she began, her face flushed when she met his gaze. "But this is highly inappropriate." She'd worked as a dancer—some may call it stripper—at the Indigo Club when she was in desperate need of money during college, but no one was supposed to know that. Even Sophie was trying to forget about it. "I only worked there for a couple of months," she told him. "And I can assure you—I do not work there anymore." She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, obviously uncomfortable talking about it. If there was one thing she wasn't proud of, it was her time working there. How many men had seen her body? Those flimsy undergarments didn't really hide shit and she'd pretended she enjoyed grinding herself against men's laps. Never again. "It wasn't really a job," she admitted. If anything, it was a fucking mistake. "And certainly not relevant for this line of work." She would have never gotten a job at Kainon Entertainment, and certainly not as Mr. Klein's personal assistant if they knew she had a history of being a stripper, despite her journey being short. The young woman didn't move as Mr. Klein brushed his fingers through her blonde hair. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't think I understand what you're implying." Her pulse increased rapidly as she tried to remain calm in her seat. What did he mean, ideas? "Like I said, this isn't relevant at all. I don't even know how you got these—" She held up the stack of photos without glancing at them. "But you had no right to dig into my past. I am good at what I do, Sir. I didn't get this job because I flashed my tits to Greg." Despite her sharp tone, it was easy to see how uncomfortable she was. His standing so close certainly didn't help her nerves. "I can assure you that this won't become a problem. I will be the best assistant you've ever had," she promised. "You just have to give me a chance." And she was not going to make him regret it.​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

Already, Auguste had chosen to violate her private space deliberately with his dangerous finger that slid around within her blonde locks, coiling and curling, stroking through, getting a sense of her tresses within his own fingertips personally. Rich and soft, the very hue of her hair told him much, which anyone might be able to assume about blondes if they were to make the stereotypical sorts of guesses. She had bucked the trend, though, in her time in Kainon, and in fact had made it quite clear to him that she was indeed very good at her job. Well, were it not for that, they wouldn't be having any kind of a conversation in the first place. As it was, he happened to know that, which made those devious photos all the more incriminating. Devastating, one might say. "I would have to agree with you that these are highly inappropriate," he stated, not bothering to move away from her for the time being and, in fact, getting up deliberately from the lean that he had against the desk upon which he had been comfortably resting in order to move forward, slow and steady, and then reposition himself so that he was standing behind the femme carefully. From her, he caught the waves of her luscious hair as it came down freely. The male saw her poised, straight neckline, as well as how the garment which she wore rested upon her broad shoulders. The remainder of her figure was a nicely-poised frame that he quite liked to watch whenever he was given the opportunity to do so, and therefore he knew all of her killer curves quite well. While he would come down to exploring those also, for now this was all about setting the terms, and the pace. "Remember, I had the meeting with Mr. Adams yesterday. How do you think it would have gone if he'd seen you in this kind of compromising position, hmm? One may talk, word gets around," Auguste shrugged loosely. "That would have been a disaster." The photo in question that he'd lifted up had her smiling and stretching out on him, reverse cowgirl, with her ass clearly in a bright pink thong. It definitely wasn't the kind of look or impression that you wanted to give to your boss. "No, you didn't get this job because you flashed your tits to Greg, but I doubt Greg would have minded, seeing these. I'm not sure I might mind either, coming to it," the male stated, hands both resting right on those shoulders deliberately as he stated to rub them, kneading into the skin there. Again, this was as inappropriate as the rest of all that he'd done so far as well as this entire conversation, but he wished to make his point clear and therefore wasn't about to quit until he was quite finished. "You'll be the best assistant I've ever had? I just have to give you a chance? Well then, what exactly are you going to do for me if I do give you that chance? I am dead curious what you think is going to happen going forward here." With that said, he fell silent, giving it to her to provide an answer...though it surely didn't escape her notice that his hands didn't cease massaging along her shoulders the entirely time he had been speaking. ​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but her expression was neutral—at least as neutral as it could be given the circumstances. The pictures were, indeed, very inappropriate. God, she regretted working there. But she'd been desperate, and it was the quickest way to earn some money. She wasn't proud of what she'd done. In the photos, it looked like she'd been enjoying herself, but that couldn't have been further from the truth—Sophie had hated every fucking second. She was never going back, not even for all the money in the world. She'd learned that there were a few things money wasn't worth, and her dignity and self-worth were two of them. Mr. Klein continued to play with her hair, and while a part of her wanted to ask him to stop, another part didn't want to tell him she found it extremely uncomfortable. His fingers shouldn't be anywhere near her hair. Or any part of her for that matter. As he moved to stand behind her, she focused her gaze on his desk. She tried to remain calm, to not care about his touch or his taunting, but when he flipped one of the pictures and called her out, she couldn't keep her mouth shut any longer. "Look—" Sophie twisted in her chair, tilting her head sideways and up to look at him. "This was a long time ago. I was young, I needed money, I didn't know what else to do. It was a fucking mistake, all right?" This was obviously a sore topic for her. Of course, she couldn't change the past. No matter how much she regretted what she'd done, the pictures wouldn't disappear. They could shred them, crumble them, or throw them away, but there would always be a way to get a hold of new ones. "No one needs to know," she said, her voice a bit calmer than just moments before. Sophie felt his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently. Perhaps if she'd asked him to do so, it would have felt good—it still kind of did—but she knew it was just his way of showing her who was in charge of this situation. She wanted him to get his hands off her, but once again, she pretended his touch didn't bother her. They both knew that she would never have been offered this position if Greg—or anyone—had seen those photos. Not even one of them. Chances were she wouldn't have gotten a job at Kainon Entertainment at all. The way he phrased his questions made her insides crawl. She didn't want to assume, but she had a pretty clear hunch about the hidden meaning behind his words. God, she hoped she was wrong. "I will do my job, Sir," she said, trying to sound confident. "I will answer your calls, schedule appointments, fill out forms, attend meetings—whatever it is you need me to do, I will do it. If you need something done by noon, I will get it done by noon. If you need me to work overtime to finish a project, I will stay here until it's done." She inhaled sharply, before adding, "I am not a quitter, Mr. Klein." Sophie didn't realize—at least not at this moment—that her words might come back to haunt her later. ​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

Now came the point where Auguste was to decide exactly just what to do with the delicious bit of information that he had come across. Already, he was making it plain that his intentions for her were anything at all but pure; the girl had been in his orbit anyway, and he paid attention to her in the past, but as she was suddenly given the position without him even seeing her, he thought that this happened to be a rather fair recompense. With his hand dangerously continuing to travel wherever he wished, as if her own body was his to play with, the male had no qualms at all about keeping her entirely uncomfortable. "Be that as it may, the fact remains, you did do this. This is you, and this was not disclosed on your application for promotion. Moreover, the job was for me, the one who would be my assistant and have all of that power at their fingertips, and they didn't even bother to consult me on whiff," he hissed out angrily, giving a very slight hitch to his soft hands which had begun pressing against her shoulders subtly, but then regained himself almost immediately. She needed the job and he did need actually someone competent - no matter what, she had demonstrated that much in her time here, and he'd gone over the file meticulously. Even if claiming not to be forewarned, it wasn't really true; but then, she didn't need to know that. Behind closed doors, in fact, he'd given his silent approval to the move, even before knowing that he was to benefit. Up front, here with her squirming at his every pointed word, he knew he'd been granted a gift. And he was sure going to use it. I'm not a quitter. "Not a quitter, hmm? Interesting, very interesting choice of words," he told her slowly, hands moving lower so that he was near her waist - exceptionally inappropriate as he had been before, but he wanted to actually witness the effect. "Fine. Don't quit. I don't want you to quit either, and I didn't show you this to make that happen. What I want is...you at my disposal. All of you. In all ways, at anytime. You may wish to rebel or find it revolting but consider well what I'm saying because if not, all of this gets out in a big, big way," the male purred, both palms pressed up against the very fabric of her clothing. His movements were deliberate but still highly delicate. "So you are going to do all that you mentioned, but also - a whole lot more. If I have to spell it out for you, then I'd be wasting my time. And I don't have time at all to waste." So saying, he tightened both his hands for one single moment, as if he was about to take some definitive action, but then relented and pulled back, stepping one single step in reverse."I want you to stand up, go around to my desk, and then bend over. Yes, you hear me correctly. Bend the fuck over, show your fealty. Then, it begins. Is that clear, Miss Simmons?" Without another word, he paused to let his own statements sink into her mind, and savored the roiling tension that had been building steadily throughout their interaction so far. ​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Sophie didn't know that no one had consulted with Mr. Klein before they offered her this position. She didn't know she was unwanted—even though his traveling hands told her the opposite. "I didn't know that," she muttered. But it wasn't like she was unfit for the job; no one would have even considered her unless they thought she could do a good job. "I—" She closed her lips again. What was she going to say? If you want, I can resign, so you can find someone more suited to your liking? No. She wanted this job. Needed it, really. But if he didn't want her as his assistant, it was going to be some long years. If she even lasted that long. By the looks of it, if he was going to continue taking the liberty of treating her like an object instead of an assistant, chances were she wouldn't last very long. Was he even allowed to touch her like this? A part of her wanted to ask for confirmation that he wasn't, but she already knew the answer. Yet she said absolutely nothing. Sophie just remained in her seat, too uncomfortable to even move as his hands went where he wanted them to go. She refused to let him intimidate her. If he thought she would give up, she would prove him wrong. She would not allow him to bully her into resigning. He was stuck with her now, whether he wanted to be or not. But as his hands wandered further south, Sophie realized that it was the other way around. She was stuck with him. And he was the fucking CEO. In theory—and in reality—he could get away with anything. And now that he had her past hanging over her head, there wasn't much she could do to stop him from doing it either. She instantly regretted her choice of words. Perhaps it wasn't true in this specific setting. She swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling her pulse increase side by side with her fear as he gave her his little speech. He wanted her. . . at his disposal. In all ways. . . anytime. That didn't sound like her job description at all. She blinked down at the photos in her lap and hands. If these were made public—if anyone close to her saw any of them—it would be the end of her. She could kiss this job and her future goodbye. Perhaps her friends and family too. "That won't be necessary," she said. This time her voice rang out a little louder. It was obvious that he wanted her to be more than his assistant. That he wanted her to assist him in other ways. She didn't like the sound of it, but the alternative wasn't really an option. "I understand, Sir." But did she? Dread filled her body when he told her to bend over his desk. She didn't move. Her stomach turned as she eyed the desk in front of her, trying to let his words sink in. "Yes, Sir," she eventually said. This was how he wanted her to prove her loyalty to him? By bending over his fucking desk as if she was allowing him to take her from behind? Sophie took a deep breath before getting to her feet, placing the photos where her butt had been moments before. Slowly, she walked around the giant desk. She didn't even glance in his direction before her palms were planted on his desk. The blonde leaned forward. The look she gave him was perhaps one you wouldn't expect from a sweet girl like her. "Like this?" she asked, not even trying to conceal the mocking tone. ​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

So, she had no clue that she had been promoted without a consultation for Mr. Klein, due to the fact that she did happen to be the most talented candidate that there was within the company at the present time. Even if he wanted to try and prevent the hiring - which, to be fair, he hadn't - the male likely would not have been all that successful due to the reputation that she had and that she was showing off on a regular basis with her skilled executive decisions in key aspects of the company. Whatever the case, either way, she was here in front of him and his traveling hands made no bones about just what actually appealed to the male in the first place, and what he was prepared to the do with the extra information that he had been granted. "Well, that does happen to be true. Though you are certainly more than qualified for the job, fit for it even, and so I wouldn't dream of trying to push you off the position," he stated suavely, again a dangerous line given what he was in the process of doing right then and there. Yet, he simply couldn't resist; it was just too juicy to let those double-entendres out. Granted, she had enough power still that she might have dared to simply get up, look at him with that burning stare that could melt a thousand hearts, and then see him searing with the agony of her disapproving eyes burning into him while she called HR, or made a whole case and scene about it. There was, however, the possibility that registered across her own mind - and his, truthfully - that as CEO, he had full control over how he wished to proceed. That alone had enabled him to touch her as he had in the first place and therefore the male knew that she had to be debating about that fact readily. It was a slow, winding noose that he put around her neck with each word that issued forth from his tender lips plaintively, and he was laying it out plain as day. She was to be whatever he wanted her to be for him at all times, anywhere...or else. Was these enough to have the impact that he actually wanted, to affect her decision-making? If he thought that she might try and rebel, she didn't; instead, she did accept the terms of the very arrangement he presented, which was to signal her defeat in so many, many ways. Interesting. Saying nothing, for the moment, Auguste only observed her, first to get a sense of just where her head was at as she rose up and made her way over to his desk, so that she was poised to be framed within it as he instructed her to be. This was the initial test, and he was curious to see if she would pass it; so far, so good, and she did in fact move and get set up. Yet, something in her tone of voice was off, and he detected that. Was she...mocking him? Being sarcastic? The implication of his direction had been abundantly clear, and he saw that she made a point to actually follow, in order to demonstrate that she was capable of full compliance. Very, very intriguing indeed. "Yes, just like that," he answered her, making his way stridently over to that same spot as well, and then coming up behind her as if he was creeping shadow. From this vantage point, he was able to get a sense of every curve of her lithe body, every single angle giving him an amazing view. "I believe, then, we are ready to begin this...introductory meeting properly now, don't you think?" With those words stated, he placed his lone index finger right on the small of her back teasingly. Tauntingly.​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Sophie didn't move while he made his way around the desk, just like she had done moments before. Well, nothing but her eyes, at least. She followed him until he disappeared behind her. Still, she didn't move. Her hands were still planted on the desk, her torso leaning slightly forward. Her legs were slightly apart, but she didn't dare pull them together; that would definitely draw attention to them. At this very moment, she regretted wearing a skirt to work. It wasn't that short, but . . with her leaning forward like this, it must certainly show off her lean legs. And with her hands on his desk, it would be easy for him to— She drew in a sharp breath as he placed a finger against her lower back. He was really testing her, invading her personal space in every possible way. And she allowed him because she had no other choice for the time being. She could probably call him out, or walk straight out of this office and never come back. . . but Sophie didn't want that. She needed this job, if only for the salary and the future possibilities. He could try his best to intimidate her, but she would prove to him that she wasn't easily shaken. Only she was. On the inside, she was shaking like a leaf. He might not feel it—or sense it—but she was terrified. Terrified that his finger would roam; explore places she didn't want him to. "I think so," she replied, her voice low and her breathing uneven. Sophie still didn't move, or tilt her head, but she added, "Perhaps we should sit down for this?" She phrased it like a question, but truly, it was a plea. If they were both seated on opposite sides of the desk, he couldn't touch her. "Or move to a conference room? They have more space." Although space had nothing to do with it. Or actually, it did. She wanted him to stop invading her personal space, but she was also really testing her luck asking to move this meeting—or whatever it was—to a more public location. Mr. Klein wouldn't touch her in public; he wasn't that reckless. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. But so did she.​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

How much was too much? This was the question that was in Auguste's mind as he positioned himself right behind her, exceptionally interested to see just where this would lead. While he was playing a very dangerous game in a manner of speaking, in another way it was a game that he could well afford - far better than she could, at least, give those photos that he'd produced for her, those that showed her at her very worst. Certainly, it was much better to go on having the world outside thinking that there was nothing at all wrong with the job that she had, the position that she had managed to obtain, and that her boss treated her well and with respect. That would be what the outside world suspected; inside, the truth was much murkier. Inside, he was the one in command. That was the case at the moment, when he didn't respond to her just at that very second, but rather focused on where his devious hand had been steadily traveling - right up to the very bottom hem of her skirt, which he felt the fabric deliciously softly against his own hand. Mmm. Again, she didn't move, or try and simply run, or evade him in any shape or form even if she sorely wanted to do so; that told him enough that his power was nearly absolute here, and that he would have to wield it carefully. It wasn't enough to simply have and possess that kind of control, no; one had to also be able to use it effectly. "I don't think that you'll be required to have to sit, Miss Simmons," He said quietly to her, right before he pulled up her skirt - slowly, tantalizingly, each move of the fabric very deliberate and just cropped up to reveal her small panties - a thong cut, not fully a strong but a nice V-shape in the back, showing off her impressively fit ass. The bottom of her butt cheeks hung out, and with her bending like so, he really got a good view of her supple flesh looking oh-so-delectable. Auguste dragged his finger to the very top part of her small panties, and then deliberately dragged the digit all the way down, a slow trailed that went from the very start of her covered slit all the way to the bottom, and then back up again. He was very, very steady with his glacially-moving digit, exploring the very line of her warm pussy lips right on the other part of her panties to make those lips heat up and puff out. "I'd say this angle suits you just fine. Don't you agree?"​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Sophie held her breath while he slowly hoisted her skirt up, feeling the air circling her now-naked butt. The fabric of her panties didn't exactly cover much, but at least the black lace complimented her pale skin and showed off her rounded cheeks. Not that he had any business seeing them—or any part of her, really. She didn't need to twist her head to know that he was checking it out. She closed her eyes for a moment, contemplating what to do. She wanted to get the hell out of there. Wanted to tell him to fuck off. But did she do either of those things? No. Of course not. Why? Because she simply couldn't. If she wanted to keep this job—which she did—she had to remain like this. Remain calm. "You're right, Sir," she eventually pushed out, her voice almost giving away how uncomfortable she was. The way his finger traced her slit through the thin fabric—separating her folds—made her pulse beat faster. God, what was happening? "Here is fine." It really wasn't. Nothing about this was fine. It wasn't even remotely fine. Mr. Klein was crossing so many lines. And yet, his new assistant didn't move an inch. She just stood still with her legs slightly spread, her palms pressed against the surface of the desk and her gaze focused on the chair on the other side of it. The chair she had been seated in only minutes before; the chair that now held the photos of what she didn't want the world to see. She needed this job, but she also needed him to back the fuck off. The only problem was, she couldn't tell him. She also couldn't tell him—or show him—how much his fingers bothered her. So, she pretended she didn't feel him sliding it up and down between her folds. She cleared her throat to make sure her voice wouldn't break when she spoke. "I think it's lunchtime now," she said quietly, hoping he would take the hint. "Perhaps we should find something to eat?" Not that she was hungry or anything—even if she was, she wouldn't be able to eat right now—but she wanted to get the hell out of there. She couldn't straight out say it. She needed him to dismiss her. To allow her to leave. But Sophie could tell by the way he touched her oh-so-inappropriately that food was probably the last thing on his mind. In fact, he seemed to just be getting started with. . . whatever it was he was doing. Sophie could only pray he wouldn't get a chance to finish.​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

The seconds ticked by, one after one, while Auguste's searching finger traveled at a very glacial pace. He was in no hurry at all, for this was the proper introduction to the woman who would become his personal assistant - emphasis on the word personal as he worked out the various levels of her uncomfortability with his assured, deliberate actions. As he continued to ease into his rhythmic pattern, stroking along her folds that crested against the black lace fabric, Auguste could also tell that regardless of the severity of his breach, she still was opting to stay here and actually accept what he was giving her. "I am right, that is correct." The words were punctuated by another long drag of a strip that traced her camel toe, making it obvious that she was also totally clean down there as well. Then, he added to that light pressure from his fingertip alone, more sensually playing into that. "It is absolutely fine." The effect was strong enough, with the direct stimulation being provided, that soon he'd likely feel some wetness forming along that slim, form-fitting underwear - whether she wanted it or not. At that point, she'd be in deep trouble once he went even a step further, which was within his line of sight. Speaking of which, in fact, he wanted to see her down there. Immediately. He vaulted right over the imaginary line. Peeling away the fabric of her slim panties to one side, he openly exposed her soft, warm pussy to his very eyes. Not a hair remained anywhere on her outer lips, and she was completely clean as he truly loved. Since that happened to be his preference, his eyes widened and he even felt himself lick his lips a little, seeing such a juicy cunt up close. She had to be absolutely delicious and he felt that, when he did finally get his chance to actually eat her out, he'd leave her a dripping, incoherent mess. For the time being, this was what was in front of him and Auguste Klein was not the sort of man to pass up the opportunity so easily. Those poor attempts to try and gain some sort of traction away from him only made things even worse. "I'm not hungry. At least not for food, anyway," he stated ominously, giving another gentle, tenuous slide along the edge of her puffy outer folds, and then slithering in an oval that traced the pattern of her sensitive entrance. "Are you, Miss Simmons? If so, I'm sure I can find something to occupy your mouth with. No need to leave at all," he tossed out also, another laced barb that said much more than the actual words themselves. He hadn't penetrated her, not yet, but he was so, so close to doing so, merely millimeters from just 'accidentally' slipping that digit inside... "As previously stated, Miss Simmons, we're both going to stay right here. Because right here is just fine. Wouldn't you agree?"​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Sophie could almost feel herself getting wet. She couldn't help it; her body craved his touch. How long had it been since someone had touched her like this—someone that wasn't her? Too fucking long. Sophie hated how good it felt; that's why she wanted him to stop. But she didn't tell him that. No, she continued to pretend it didn't bother her in the slightest, that she didn't really notice—but she did. Oh, she noticed every fucking stroke. "It is absolutely fine."​ No, it was not. Not by a long shot. Mr. Klein was playing with her. Mocking her. He was making it clear that she had no authority there. He was in charge, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it—not if she wanted to keep her job. So, when he eventually pulled the fabric to the side, and his fingers traced the slit of her actual pussy, she inhaled sharply. It might have sounded like a faint whimper, but it didn't matter. Sophie focused on her breathing and nothing more. Or, she tried and failed miserably. There was no chance in hell she was able to ignore his fingers sliding up and down between her folds. She could tell it was slippery down there, and she could only imagine what he must be thinking. That she liked it? She really didn't. Her entire core was tingling with anticipation and lust and a part of her wanted to grind against his fingers. Thank God, she didn't. Sophie remained frozen in place, but her insides were dancing. She swallowed hard before she answered him, not really trusting her own voice. What he'd said had hidden meaning, and she was not particularly keen on putting anything other than food into her mouth anytime soon. Or at all, really. "Hungry?" she repeated back to him, her voice an octave higher than usual. "Not really." It wasn't an outright lie. Sophie might have been hungry, but she had lost her appetite. In fact, she was starting to feel sick—unless it was just an unfamiliar feeling in her lower abdomen. . . His finger was so fucking close to her entrance. If she so much as moved, she'd risk— A soft moan escaped her lips when his finger slipped inside of her. She'd pushed herself against him; her body acting on its own accord. Sophie was probably just as surprised as him—if not more—by her own actions and didn't realize what she had done until she felt his finger inside of her. Just the tip for now, but inside nonetheless. She grimaced at her own foolishness before answering him as if nothing had happened. "M-hmm." Her voice was a dead giveaway that she'd done something she regretted. She was not supposed to do that. And yet she did not attempt to adjust her hips so the finger would slip out. Sophie just took a deep breath and said, "Everything is fine, Sir." It was perhaps the most obvious lie she'd ever told. "Just uh—go on with the meeting." If he still had things he wanted to say, he'd better get to it. She was not planning on staying like this longer than necessary. And yet it took everything in her to not lean back to bury that finger deeper inside of her. ​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

While he had never done this exact, specific thing before, Mr. Auguste Klein had played his career rather fast and loose with Human Resources on one end and him very much on the other, when it came to pretty young things with the killer assets that made him look, and want to then touch. He'd never done anything so utterly brazen as this, granted, but that didn't mean that the very thought hadn't crossed his mind previously. No random employee could be subjected to this sort of treatment; it would take a remarkable bit of dumb luck for that to happen, owing to circumstances dictating that this person needed to keep their job rather badly and also had some form of evidence compromising them which was impossible to ignore. Sophie Simmons happened to be caught in those exact crosshairs currently. He finally did broach her entrance, and was rewarded with her slight moan - subtle enough that he was able to tell that she tried to hide it. Good; that meant that he was affecting her deeply already, and without too much intrusion. Well, maybe she'd disagree; to him, this was just the very least of what he could and would do to her, reducing her to his pliant, submissive fucktoy. Auguste also planned on completely decimating her very soul in the process. With that in mind, he set about extremely lazily teasing up and then down, up and then right back down, across the folds of the girl's warm and even wet pussy lips. Her body betrayed her; he certainly didn't believe that she was enjoying this mentally one bit but her actualphysical frame had many different ideas about his wandering digit. He also had many different ideas about where this might go, and where he wanted it to go. That part was up for debate, but already this was too deliciously perfect. Easing into her delicately, even gently, he didn't penetrate too far and inside focused on the swell of her inner pussy lips, as well as her heated walls that clenched onto him greedily, almost unable to help it. "Shame. I rather looked forward to feeding you. It would have been my treat," he said icily, right as the very tip of his finger pressed right up against her walls a fraction more, applying a slight bit of pressure with that digit. From his vantage point, he saw it all; every single bit of her slick pussy, and it almost called out for his touch. She wished for this little meeting to continue? Fine, he was good with it, and went even a step further as he explored her drizzling sex, letting her nectar pass over his searching finger. "And you are prepared to deal with my...eccentricities such as this...every single day? To give me the very best that you have to offer? To push yourself to the very limits?" All of these words were punctuated by more insistent, sharper strokes right into her most private area, and then he relented again, keeping that damn finger right there. All of those very words were also double entendres, and therefore he was really putting her to the absolute test with each and every movement that he made, subtly or not. "Are you going to work really hard for me, Miss Simmons?" The question was asked even as he dared her to say one single word about what he did to the poor femme from the back simultaneously.​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Sophie's insides quivered. She didn't think she ever wanted to be fed a treat from him. If she were to trust her intuition, he didn't necessarily talk about food—that fucking bastard. If he thought she'd let him walk all over her, he had to think again. Sophie may allow his finger to explore the inside of her pussy now, but that didn't mean that she was going to let him get away with everything. At least, that was what she convinced herself. She refused to admit how good it felt to feel his finger stretch her ever so slightly. He applied just the right amount of pressure; ventured just deep enough to keep her longing for more. And God, did she want more. Her mind and body were at war—one fighting for it to stop, one fighting for it to continue. And it wasn't hard to tell which part of her won when she pushed herself back to bury his finger just a little bit deeper into her drenched and clenching pussy. She let out a soft whimper before she answered him as if she hadn't just given in to the pleasure, ignoring her shaky breaths. "I am prepared to deal with all of your . . . eccentricities, Sir." He didn't need to spell it out to her, but it was obvious that he was talking about dealing with stuff like this, and not booking appointments, answering phone calls, or filling out forms. "I will. . ." Sophie drew in a sharp breath as his finger hit a sensitive spot. "I will—" She paused again, only this time to think of the words she was going to say; she knew she was going to regret them. Pushing her fear to the side, she said, "I will be the best assistant you've ever had." What did she mean by that? Time will tell. If he was planning on pushing her to her limits, she would make sure to constantly be prepared. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of pushing her too far. No, she would make it clear that he could try to break her, but he would never succeed. If this was what she had to endure to secure her future, then so be it. Sophie could handle a few fingers inside of her every now and then, even a pair of wandering hands—she could even handle a cock, should it come to that—but she could not handle giving up. She would never give up. Never give in. Sophie wanted this to end—at least part of her did—but at the same time, she didn't want him to win. So, she did what she least wanted to do and started rolling her hips, slowly fucking his finger. Holy shit, that felt better than she'd expected it to. She muffled a moan, grimacing at her own foolishness. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, after all. Now, it would be almost impossible for her to stop. "I will work very hard, Mr. Klein," she said, her tone mocking and cold; a stark contrast to the sweet sounds she tried to hide from him. ​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

The sheer amount of power that Auguste was actually able to wield here even surprised himself, come to think of it, for he knew that this was only the very beginning. She wasn't going to cower and she wasn't going to quit; certainly, Sophie would have done both of those things were she not in this heavily compromised position under the unwanted, steady attentions of her boss' dangerous finger. That same finger dipped in further and he could have sworn that she eased back onto it, fucking herself if only slightly. Ah-ha, he knew that it would be too hard to resist. And would she always be so horribly tense and taut while he was acting out his own bare fantasies however he liked? Clearly, the level of roiling tension was almost too much, too heavy for her to deal with whatsoever, which was just how he liked it. "Good. Very good. That's what I like to hear, that you'll be a good girl for me. The best, even," he added as he pushed into her and then let her find herself in an increasingly difficult position as he kept his exploration continuing for a few more precious moments longer, truly relishing how she'd cowed to him and how much he could influence her further. The possibilities were rather endless, and Auguste allowed his agile mind to wander as he let himself think about just what he could really do with her. This, toying with her wet pussy just to see how she might even react, had been a magnificent success. He really couldn't have asked for anything better and her amount of plain discomfort was the sweetest victory to savor. He had learned oh-so-much, so quick, and there was plenty of time coming up in which he'd be able to learn more. For now, though, Auguste had to put this to a firm end, otherwise he could easily lose himself inside that pretty pussy, and do no work at all. Though a man of rapacious appetites and interests, he took his work seriously and that came first and foremost, and there was so much to be done especially with the new hire here. She already had all the access that she would never need; he'd seen to that, so that there wasn't any need to give her instruction on anything at all. The girl knew full well the large scope her job entailed and would therefore go about perforning it admirably - well, that and her other duties. Slowly, gradually, Auguste Klein eased himself out of her tender pussy, and then took one long lick of her sweet essence, as if savoring victory. Then, his next few moments were almost all mechanical, as he went through the process of snapping her thong back in place - just hard enough to make her ass cheeks jiggle a bit - and last came the skirt back down to fold over her flesh, leaving her clothed fully once more. "Well, Miss Simmons, this has been a most...illuminating first meeting. I don't need to tell you what to do - you manage well, as an executive, and take care of your shit. That is now my shit that you'll have to deal with, but I have no doubt that you will take care of it." Stepping back once, he then almost bowed theatrically; it was almost a final mocking salute to his win. "You are therefore free to go. Until next time."​

━━━   ᴄ ᴇ ᴏ  ᴏ ꜰ  ᴋ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴏ ɴ  ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ɴ ᴍ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ━━━​

dialogue: 496478

 

[reverie.]

𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 ᴘ ᴜ ꜱ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ  ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ  ꜰ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ​

sophie simmons. ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴅ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ,  ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ᴄ ᴀ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ  ❪ 26 ❫ ​

Next time came too soon, and she expected him to have her bend over the desk once more, but he did no such thing—he didn't lay a finger on her at all. Not the following day, or the day after. He didn't touch her that entire week. Sophie started to think she'd imagined the whole thing, that he hadn't fingered her pussy and made her whimper in pleasure. God, just the thought of it made her insides tingle with anticipation. No, it must have happened. She was absolutely certain, and yet. . . Mr. Klein acted as though it hadn't. Every time they spoke, he was professional. Every time she stopped by his office to deliver documents, news, or—to her utter dismay—coffee or lunch, he dismissed her as soon as she'd dropped it off. Every time she was in his office, she expected him to say something. Do something. Anything. A part of her even wanted him to. But every time, he did nothing. Her boss just pretended like everything was fine when they both knew it wasn't. But Sophie did her job; she did what was expected of her and then some. She'd prove herself every single day if she had to. No one could say that she didn't do one hell of a job, least of all him. The weekend passed in a blur, and on Monday, she was back to being Mr. Klein's personal errand girl. Tuesday was no different, and Wednesday— "Here," she said, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. Sophie dropped the bag of food onto his desk with a thud, caring little about its contents. She still held onto another bag—her lunch. "Is there anything else I can do for you, your Majesty?" She tilted her head slightly to the side in a mocking manner. "A back rub? A foot massage? Or perhaps prepare a warm bath?" She knew she shouldn't speak like that to her boss—or anyone, really—but she was so sick of doing his dirty work. She was his personal assistant, not his fucking slave. And every time he had her fetch him coffee or lunch, he wasted her precious time. Time she could have spent doing something important, time she could have spent doing her job. She didn't give him a chance to answer before she added, "No? Perfect." Her lips curled into a wide, fake smile before she curtsied theatrically—much like he'd done during their first official meeting—and turned her back to him. She'd let him enjoy his food in silence, just like she was going to sit down and enjoy her food. This time, she'd ordered herself some lunch too—on his expense. If he was going to have her fetch him lunch from all over town, the least he could do was pay for her efforts.​

━━━  ᴍ ʀ .  ᴋ ʟ ᴇ ɪ ɴ ' ꜱ  ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ  ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ  ━━━​

dialogue: 70655e

 

[Neon Dream]

auguste klein. ᴀ ꜱ ꜱ ᴇ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ,  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ᴅ  &  ʙ ʟ ᴜ ɴ ᴛ  ❪ 53 ❫ ​

After that first, highly charged meeting then, Auguste had opted to let his lovely Sophie fully twist in the wind, as it were. He had not taken one single action even close to the stark, intense violation that he'd subjected her too previously, though he had to admit he had liked the sight of his traveling finger slipping right into her tight, hot pussy quite arousing. Yet, the actual point of that stark action had been to illustrate that he was the one with all of the traction and leverage here in this little game of theirs and that he was quite willing to play any single piece that he so chose, provided it would give him an advantage. So in the time since that fateful introduction, he hadn't stepped a single foot out of line and even encouraged her own steps into his own highly tense business life. Apparently, though, that was not nearlyenough for Sophie, who had clearly gotten right up to her last nerve as a result of the menial tasks that he gave her to do, and therefore opted to explode with her anger and frustration all over him - snarkily, at that. Hmm. Well, that wouldn't do at all, not one bit, and he debated quickly just what his reaction would be when he noticed her own food; they'd ordered from Chilaquila, his favorite Mexican place. He'd gotten the supreme nachos with beef but he scented her mixed fajita platter and liked it more. Change of plans then. "Excuse me. Just where the fuck do you think you're going, princess?" His tone was icy cold and his face a flat mask; inwardly, there was a roiling rush of rage building up inside him but he was smart enough (and old enough) to immediately temper that with a forced internal calm that was then turned outward like so many snake-like tendrils upon her instead. "I thought last week that you were the one doing the numbers-crunching for my Avion account, and did I not have you sit in the meeting with Martinico Programming and offer your suggestions? I'm sorry but what part of this isn't living up to your expectations, hmm?" Oh but wait, I know, don't tell me; you're waiting for the other shoe to drop, is that it? You know damn well what I mean," he said softly, not bothering to go over it all, since that was abundantly clear. "And then here you are, giving me lip? Ha!" Glancing right at her meal, he came up with a rather bright idea in his own mind and the flashes of a wicked smile formed on his lips. "Ah, I see you got the fajitas. Good choice. And I paid for them, too, didn't I? Oh yes, I surely did," he said with a low tone. "You know what? I think your food looks so much better than mine that I think I'll just eat yours instead. Go on then, put your food down on the table in front of me. Now," he tossed in, just in case she thought that it might be a point of debate for his part. ​

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