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.

Maya Narvella glances up from her hands as she walks in. "You wanted to see me, boss?" She asks eagerly. Maya's slutty outfit is even more noticeable here on the top floor of HaremCo.'s headquarters; it looks like she's just oozing sex appeal and ready for anything. Her red eyes meet Drew's briefly before flickering down to his crotch, playfully arching a brow as if daring him to notice what he's missing out on.

Maya stands there, chest slightly thrust forward in anticipation of whatever task or reward he has in store for her today. She can feel her heart pounding with excitement and lust, making it hard not to squirm ever so slightly in place. "So, what did you have in mind?" She whispers huskily.

Eagerly taking a step forward, Maya fixes her eyes on Drew as she moves closer. Her breath hitches slightly in anticipation of his next words or touch. She playfully bites down on her bottom lip and tilts her head to the side, silently offering herself up for whatever he has planned.

Maya feels a surge of power from being this close to him; she knows that she has the ability to make Drew feel good, both physically and emotionally. It's almost like they're two halves of a whole... or maybe it's just her imagination running wild with possibility. "What would you like me to do?" She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she inches even closer.

With a satisfied groan, Maya leans forward over the desk, pressing her palms flat against its surface as she presents her round bottom high in the air. Her black skirt rides up to mid-thigh, revealing her smooth legs and perfectly shaved pussy lips. She wiggles from side to side, eagerly awaiting Drew's touch as he removes her garter belts.

Her breath comes in short gasps as he finally releases the clasps, sending her black thigh highs sliding down over her stockings and onto the floor with a soft rustle. Naked beneath the desk now except for her thong, she feels unbearably exposed but impossibly aroused at the same time.

"Mmhmm... that's it," Maya moans. "You like what you see?" She asks, biting back a giggle as she glances over her shoulder at him with an impish grin. Her slender fingers drum lightly on the desk, the sound echoing in the quiet room, urging Drew to touch her and claim her for his pleasure.

A loud slap echoes through the room as Drew slaps her round bottom hard enough to sting. Maya's cheeks burn with embarrassment and desire; she can feel herself growing wet at his touch. She arches her back, pressing herself further against him as he starts taking her roughly from behind. His hips thrust into her in powerful strokes that leave her breathless and aching for more.

"Yes... harder," she gasps, wrapping her arms around Drew's neck as their bodies move together in rhythm. The friction between them is building relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes squeeze shut in blissful agony as his hands roughly massage her breasts, pinching and tweaking the hardening peaks until she's certain they'll ache for days after this.

"You like being treated like a slut?" He grunts into her ear, nibbling gently on her lobe as he continues to pound away at her. Maya can feel herself on the verge of orgasm, her entire body tensing in anticipation as she moans his name over and over again. "Well don't you... dress like one?" He growls before pushing himself deep inside her one last time, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her as she comes hard against him.

"Oh fuck yes," Maya gasps out breathlessly as the orgasm subsides, leaving her feeling utterly spent but impossibly satisfied at the same time. As Drew continues thrusting into her with determined strokes, she arches her back and throws her head back against his desk in pleasure. Her fingers grip tightly onto his shoulders for support, digging into his skin as he pushes her further and further over the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one tingling with desire and lust as she feels him thrusting deeper and harder inside her. "Drew," she whispers, trying to catch her breath. "You're... going to make me... beg for more..." And with that, she arches her back again and comes once more beneath him, her voice lost in a moan of pure pleasure as her body quakes with orgasm after orgasm.

"Yes... anything," she pants, her eyes rolling back into her head as he continues to drive her body toward the brink of ecstasy over and over again. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder as she feels herself spiraling deeper and deeper into pleasure. "Do whatever you want with me..." she moans, arching her back once more as another powerful orgasm rocks through her body, leaving her shuddering in its wake.

Her breath comes out in soft little gasps as he finally releases her, allowing her to collapse bonelessly against his desk. For a moment, all she can focus on is the frantic thumping of her heart in her chest and the burn in her limbs from the relentless pleasure he's given her. But then, reality begins to set in; the realization that this was more than just sex or pleasure. It was about proving herself to him... being his right hand woman...

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, leaning up on her elbows and looking at Drew. "I'll make sure you never regret it." Her gaze flickers down to the desk briefly before returning to meet his eyes, and for a moment there, she swears she sees something like gratitude or affection shining back at her from those piercing red orbs. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on her part. "I promise."

Her breath catches in her throat as he roughly pushes her against the corner of his desk, the hard surface digging painfully into her back as she tries to steady herself. "Oh... anything..." she pants out, arching her neck forward to give him better access and baring her throat for him to see. Her heart races in anticipation of what he might do next, a mix of fear and desire making her body tense with expectation.

She closes her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as she feels the cool air brush against her exposed pussy. She can hear him moving around, his breath hot against her neck, and it sends shivers of pleasure down her spine. Her fingers flex and curl into fists at her sides, nails digging halfway into her palms as she tries to remain still for him, waiting patiently for whatever he has in store.

"Do what you want," she whispers, the words coming out barely audible but loaded with meaning. She wants him to take control; to use and possess her however he sees fit. Her body aches for his touch, his presence consuming her senses as she waits, heart pounding in anticipation of what is yet to come.

A sharp pain pierces through her bottom lip as he bites down hard on it, his teeth meeting flesh. She cries out into a muffled moan that vibrates around his tongue as he holds her in place. The sudden sting of pain only serves to heighten her arousal, her body tensing in response as she feels him thrust roughly inside her.

Her hips begin to buck wildly against him, her back arching off the desk as she tries to get deeper into his touch. Every movement sends jolts of pleasure through her core, making it impossible for her not to lose control. With each powerful stroke, he pushes her further and further over the edge of ecstasy, closer to release.

Her fingers claw at his shoulders, digging deep into his skin as she gasps for breath between moans and pleas for more. The friction between them builds relentlessly, their bodies moving together in perfect sync amidst a cacophony of grunts and moans that fill the room like an unholy hymn to lust.

"Yes..." she whimpers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their passionate coupling. "Harder... please..." The desperate words tumble out of her mouth as she begs for him to take everything he has and give it all to her. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the brink, the thought of being completely possessed by him driving her wild with need.