This was going to be good, Maya's Monday at the biggest sleazeball corporation in the world planning to be rife with more than just work and pencil pushing. This recent college grad was going to show the world how things were done. Skedadling her way from the bus stop in her formal slutwear, Maya smiled with unmistakable jubilee when seeing the massive headquarters right ahead; knowing fully well the lechery and zany antics that go on in there.

Carrying her black, over-the-shoulder, leather purse on her right arm, she paced her way over to the lobby and used her special access card to venture right over to the high-speed elevators. She was to go to floor 95, where her office (more like playpen) was. Quickly ascending up to the requisite floor, she was intercepted via a message on her worker app: and of course, it was from the only man who worked in this corporation.

Come over to floor 101. Expect a formal greeting, and expect to stay here awhile.

She need not blink to know what he was trying to insinuate to her, the jubilant newbie smirking with concomitant expectation and joy as she pressed the button to floor 101.

"Ohhhh booooy. He's already gonna bring me in. Yeeeees!"

She said to herself, clutching her right hand as if already ready to secure a raise. It was time to venture through the double doors of his office and show him why she was an important asset to the company.

She strutted into the office with the air of someone who knew they owned it, and in this case, she wasn't wrong. Her long white hair flowed down her back, held up only by a pair of black hairclips that shone under the harsh fluorescent lighting. She wore a slutty version of a suit: a tailored skirt barely covering her upper thighs and a blazer that failed miserably at hiding her enormous G-44 tits. The golden buttons on the ends of her sleeves glinted as she moved, drawing his attention to her detached white cuffs.

"Hey boss," she purred, coming around the desk and stopping just a few inches from him. "You know I'm always ready for business." Her hand went to rest on her hip, pushing her chest out even further as she gave him a seductive wink. "So what's on the agenda today? Need me to entertain some VIPs or just want a little private time with your favorite employee?"

"Oh really?" she teased, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she lowered herself onto his lap. Her hands went to wrap around his neck lightly, pulling herself even closer. "And here I thought I had to work extra hard to earn that title."

Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, the fabric of her top doing little to hide the movement. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his earlobe. "But if you insist..." she murmured, before nipping gently at his skin. Her free hand slid down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his stomach until it came to rest on the bulge in his pants. She smiled coyly up at him. "What do you want from me today, boss?"

She complied eagerly, leaning back slightly to give him better access as she slid her hands down the front of his pants. Her fingers found their way around his length, gripping firmly and starting to stroke upwards in a smooth motion. With every stroke, she moaned softly into his ear, relishing the feel of him growing harder under her touch.

Her tongue dueled with his, their mouths moving together in perfect harmony as they exchanged breathless gasps and moans. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, nipples hardening to sensitive peaks beneath the thin fabric of her bra. With every thrust of her hips against him, she grinded against his growing erection, meeting his passion with equal desire.

"Oh yes," she purred, arching her back slightly as he continued to kiss her. "That's it... just like that." She reached down between them, guiding him closer to where she ached for release. "I want you so bad."

As he spoke, she tugged his hair out of the way and went in for another kiss. His words only seemed to fuel her desire as she arched into him harder, her breasts flushed and sensitive from his ministrations. "Ohhhh," she moaned softly as he began to suckle on her nipples, her hips bucking upwards in search of relief.

"Please..." she whispered, hands threading through his hair as he continued to torture her with pleasure. "I need you... I want you so bad." Her breath came out ragged and uneven, her body trembling beneath him as the tension coiled tightly within her grew nearly unbearable. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her hips grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find release.

With a gasp, she writhed under his touch, her muscles tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she cried out his name, her body shuddering as the orgasm crashed over her in a rush of euphoria. "Ahhh... Atsuya..." She panted, spent but not yet finished. "Please..."

Her cries quieted to gasps as she felt his lips and tongue pull on her sensitive nipples again. The sensation was exquisite agony, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as her hips rocked against him in search of more. "Oh god," she moaned, arching her back further to get closer to the feel of his skin on hers.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving crescents of pain where they pressed in. Her breath came out ragged and uneven as he continued to torture her with pleasure, milk pooling on his tongue before being swallowed down. It was nearly too much for her to bear; she could feel herself growing close once more, the edge of another orgasm teetering just beyond her grasp.

"Please..." she whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried desperately to regain control. "I need... I want..." Her words trailed off into moans as his attentions on her breasts became more insistent, her body trembling under the weight of what was surely about to be an explosive climax.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as he drew away from her breasts, nipples still hard and sensitive from his attentions. With a soft pant she leaned forward, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Her long white hair splayed out on the desk behind him, obscuring her face but doing little to conceal the flush that had spread across her features.

"Mmm... so wet..." she groaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she looked down between them. His length lay against his stomach, slick with her arousal. With a hungry moan, she lowered her body further, hovering just above him as she reached out to wrap her fingers around his shaft once more.

Her hips rose and fell in shallow movements, brushing against the head of his cock as she stroked him slowly, teasing herself with the feel of him. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, eyes closing tightly as pleasure coursed through her. "Atsuya... please..." She whispered, arching her back and digging her fingers deeper into his shoulders as she began to move faster, grinding against him in search of the release that had been denied before.

Her breasts swayed temptingly above him, nipples still hard from where he'd suckled them only moments ago. She moaned loudly as her body trembled beneath his touch, muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect synchronization with the building tension within her. The pleasure was almost unbearable, every nerve ending seemingly alight with sensation as she neared the brink of orgasm once more.

"Oh god..." Her voice trailed off into a low moan, hips moving faster now as

Her words caught in her throat as she felt him push into her wet heat, his length sliding easily past the tight ring of muscle that guarded her entrance. She gasped and arched her back, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure washed over her. "O-oh god..." she moaned, hips thrusting upwards to meet his downward strokes.

Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as he filled her completely. The fullness felt impossibly good, stretching and tightening her in ways that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Atsuya..." she breathed, every muscle tensing as she tried to hold back the orgasm that threatened to consume her.

Her hair spilled across his chest like a waterfall, tickling his skin as he drove deeper into her with each thrust. She threw her head back, moaning loudly as the pleasure built within her, her body trembling and quaking with anticipation. "Please..." she whimpered, hips moving in sync with his strokes.

Her breath came out ragged and uneven, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she tried to hold on, desperately wanting this moment to last forever. But it was too much, the tension coiling tightly within her becoming unbearable. With a sharp cry, her body convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of bliss that left her gasping for air and shaking with release.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the chair, moaning softly through parted lips. As the last tremors subsided, she collapsed forward onto him, panting heavily as pleasure coursed through every inch of her. She

Her eyes flash with determination as she nods. As she dresses and walks towards the door, her hands fist at her sides and her cheeks flush a deep red. The burning sensation between her legs is an unbearable itch that she can't seem to scratch no matter how hard she tries. With each step closer to freedom, another moan escapes her lips as she struggles against the building tension inside of her.

Her fingers drum impatiently on the door handle before opening it, and then closing it behind her with a quiet click. The relief from being out of his sight is only momentary though, as she realizes that freedom lies just outside these towering walls. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, Maya rushes towards the exit, her mind racing as she tries to think of anything other than what she so desperately needs right now.

The cool night air hits her skin like a welcome slap, clearing her head for just a moment before she's forced to step into a waiting cab. The scent of leather and stale cigarette smoke fills her nostrils as the car speeds off, taking her farther away from Atsuya...and closer to her inevitable release. Her breath hitches, heart racing wildly as she leans back against the scratchy upholstery, trying futilely to deny what she knows is coming soon.

"Just a few more minutes..." she whispers to herself, fingers drumming nervously on her thigh. "I can make it just a little bit longer." Her hips start to rock gently in her seat, the movement growing bolder and less controlled with each passing second, until finally she cannot contain it any longer...and gives in to the most intense release she's ever experienced.

Her cries fill

the backseat of the cab as waves after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her boneless and spent in the corner of the car. It feels like hours pass before she's able to collect herself enough to open the door and stumble out onto the sidewalk, making a beeline for home where she can finally let go and lose control.

As she reaches her front door, she fishes her keys out of her bag with shaking hands, unlocking the deadbolt and pushing the door open. The cool air inside offers little relief from the heat between her legs as she steps inside, slamming the door behind her with a frustrated growl.

"I won't last much longer..." she groans, kicking off her shoes and making a beeline for her bedroom. Her fingers are practically clawing at her jeans as she yanks them down her hips, stepping out of them with a muffled curse. With shaking hands, she reaches up to unclasp her bra and lets it fall to the floor, freeing her aching breasts from their constraints.

Her bed is only a few steps away now; all she needs to do is climb on top of it...and let go. But before she can make that final movement, there's one last obstacle in her way: the cute stuffed animal rabbit Atsuya had given her as a joke earlier that week. With a hysterical laugh, she picks it up and throws it across the room with all her might, watching as it lands with a thud against the opposite wall before rolling off to gather dust bunnies beneath the bed.

She climbs onto the bed, legs spread wide in invitation as she arches her back and digs her fingers into the comforter on either side of her hips

She presses her fingers against the spot between her legs, feeling the heat radiating through her skin. With a gasp, she presses harder, circling her sensitive nub as she draws closer and closer to release. The pleasure is almost unbearable, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation as she nears the edge.

Her hips rise and fall in time with her fingers, grinding against the comforter beneath her as she arches her back further. "Oh god... Atsuya..." She whispers his name on a moan, lips parted as her breath comes fast and ragged. Her nails dig into the bedding, leaving tiny crescents of pink in their wake as she struggles to hold on for just another second.

With a sharp cry, she releases, body going completely taut as pleasure washes over her in waves. She arches her back and thrusts her hips up into the air, crying out his name again and again, consumed by the incredible sensation. Her muscles clench and relax, her fingers digging deeper as she rides out her orgasm, every last shudder sending new waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Finally, spent and panting, she collapses back against the bedding with a sigh. "Damn..." She murmurs, staring up at the ceiling as the aftershocks continue to tingle between her legs. It's times like these that she hates how much Atsuya really owns her...but loves it even more.

Her phone buzzes with his name on the screen, and she glances at it absently before responding. "Huh? Oh...no, nothing like that. I just..." She trails off, not wanting to admit how close she'd come in the cab or afterward. Instead, she changes the subject. "So, anyway, what did you think of my performance today?" There's a mischievous note in her voice as she says it, a tiny part of her relishing the thought that he might be jealous at the idea of her being with someone else...even if it was only in her imagination.

She bites her lip and glances around the room before answering. "Well, I'm...tired today. And I thought maybe I could get a head start on some paperwork from home." There's a hint of defiance in her voice, as if daring him to challenge her excuse. In truth, she'd been lying awake in bed for the past hour, unable to concentrate on anything but the feel of his hands on her body and the sound of his voice in her ear.

"So...how was your day?" she asks, trying to change the subject again and regain some semblance of control over their conversation.

As she waits for him to respond, she reaches down between her legs, already starting to ache with anticipation for his next command or whim. The thought of being this close to him while yet so far away is driving her wild with desire. Her fingers stroke gently across the dampness on her skin, coaxing another moan from her throat as she imagines him there with her instead of miles away on the other end of a phone call.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she imagines him sitting in his plush office chair with a mischievous glint in his eye, trying to decide whether he should reward her for such a 'performance.' Her heart races at the thought of pleasing him again, even if it's only through her imagination.

She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before answering. "Well...I suppose I could use some feedback," she purrs suggestively. "What would you say?" Her fingers continue to tease and caress herself, the sensation growing more intense with each word that leaves her lips.

The thought of making Atsuya happy by giving him what he wants sends a shiver down her spine, but it's tempered by the knowledge that she holds all the power in this game...for now. She presses two fingers deep inside herself, arching her back as pleasure washes over her once more, her voice growing husky with need. "What would it take for me to get an A+?"

She bites her lip, fighting back the urge to groan audibly in frustration. "Well," she says slowly, "I guess I'll have to do better next time then." Her fingers pause for a moment before resuming their movements, circling more firmly around her aching center. "But if you're looking for something special...maybe you could reward me with a make-up grade?" She arches her back as she thrusts two fingers deep inside herself, relishing the sensation of fullness and release.

Her breath comes out in raspy gasps as pleasure washes over her again, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the need growing within her. "Or...maybe we could bargain," she suggests, drawing the idea out for dramatic effect. "What do you say, Atsuya? I'm sure there must be something I can offer you in exchange." Her hips begin to rock against her hand as she imagines him there with her, watching and guiding her every move.

The tension coils tightly within her once more, building toward another powerful orgasm that threatens to overwhelm her senses. "I could...be your good girl," she whispers hoarsely, voice trembling with desire as she imagines what it might be like to truly belong to him...completely.

Her fingers move faster now, urgent and demanding as pleasure courses through her body in waves, each spasm bringing her closer and closer to release. "I could make you so proud..." she gasps out, the words tumbling from her lips as her hips buck and thrust against her hand. Her back arches off the bed, nails digging into the mattress as she fights for control, desperate to give him what he wants...even if it means giving up everything in return

As the pleasure builds inside her, threatening to consume her whole, she barely registers his words. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles and quakes with anticipation. The image of him sitting across the room from her, watching and judging every move, only seems to fuel her need for release even more. She groans loudly, hips lifting off the bed as she thrusts her fingers deeper into herself in search of relief.

Her vision blurs with pleasure as waves of heat wash over her body, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. Her fingernails dig into her thighs, drawing thin trails of blood as she pushes herself closer to the edge. It's an agony she can hardly bear; a desperate longing for his touch, his approval. The thought that he could possibly be so close yet so far away drives her wild with desire.

Her muscles tense and release in perfect unison, body arching off the bed as orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her cries fill the room, echoing around her as pleasure ripples through every inch of her, leaving her spent and gasping for air. At last, she collapses back against the mattress, fingers limp and sated atop her damp sex.

It's several long moments before she can bring herself to speak again. "A-Atsuya..." Her voice is hoarse from her cries of pleasure; exhaustion weighing heavily on every syllable. "Wha...what do I need...t...to d-do...?" She trails off, closing her eyes as she tries to catch her breath and regain some semblance of control over her racing heart and pounding pulse.

But even as the tension begins to

Her eyes fly open as she hears his words, her breath catching in her throat. "E-eight?" she stammers, already feeling the familiar ache begin to grow between her legs once more. The thought of lasting for another five hours without relief seems impossible; unbearable. But she knows she has no choice; if there's any chance of ever truly pleasing him, she needs to prove herself worthy.

With a shaky sigh, she climbs off the bed and heads toward the bathroom. Her fingers tremble as she scrubs her hands raw in the sink, trying to forget the feel of his touch and the taste of him on her lips. She should have known better; no matter how hard she tries, there will always be a part of herself that belongs to Atsuya.

But maybe...just maybe, if she works hard enough, if she does everything right...she can finally earn his approval and his love. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, hope blossoming in the pit of her stomach. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath, steadying herself for the long night ahead.

She strips off her clothes and steps into the steaming bath, sighing as the water soothes aching muscles. Tomorrow is another day; one more chance to prove herself worthy of being called his good girl. With renewed determination burning bright within her, she lays back in the tub and allows herself one last thought before focus returns to the task at hand: tonight's performance was only practice after all...the real test begins tomorrow.