"May I masturbate?"

“So you’ve got a line on the Morrigan.”

You look at the engraving of a red-haired woman in a green velvet gown, ravens flying around her, standing on a hilltop at night, commanding her legion of nightmares to overrun the land. You shiver. “How sure are you about this, Florence?”

“I think she has a weakness. May I masturbate?”

“Not quite yet, Florence. We don’t know if it’ll work.”

“I’m sure it will, boss. I went through the whole Infernal Library, even the secret parts that ordinary lost souls like me aren’t supposed to know about. Once a year she bathes in a sacred lake in a distant part of Hell. If you steal all her clothes while she’s there, she’ll have to walk all the way back to her castle naked, and while she’s doing that you can capture her. Now may I masturbate, please, boss?”

“May I also masturbate, please?” says Janet, squirming. You’ve barred every woman in your office from masturbating, and prescribed each one a daily ration of a single drop of jannah juice, the most powerful aphrodisiac in existence. The results have been gratifying. “Please, boss? You don’t know how it feels, boss? It’s really hot in my panties, boss. What if I suck your cock, boss? Will you let me masturbate if I suck your cock?”

“I’ll suck your cock much better, boss! Don’t let her do it! Let me do it!”

“I’ll suck your cock naked and then I’ll run round the office naked letting everyone spank my bottom and I’ll jump on the trampoline again, boss. She can’t do that. Her boobies aren’t big enough. May I at least please go into the tentacle pit again, boss?” This is also banned. “I hate the tentacle pit, boss. It’s really humiliating. I know how much you like humiliating me. I would be so humiliated if you made me go into the tentacle pit and let them fuck me, boss.”

“The thing is, Janet, making you say stuff like this is also very humiliating for you.”

“That’s true, boss. You’re so smart. I hate being your office manager so much. It’s so humiliating. You’re such a genius for making me feel this way all the time. Geniuses deserve to have their cocks sucked. May I suck your cock, please, boss? I promise not to ask if I can masturbate afterwards once you’re in a good mood.”

“You sucked my cock five minutes ago, Janet. I came all over your tits, remember? The cum’s still in your bra.”

“I really hate it when you fill my bra with your hot cum, boss,” says Janet, nodding vigorously. There’s also some cum on her face. “And then I have to go around all day with my tits all cummy. If you let me masturbate I’ll dive into a big swimming pool full of your cum and I’ll drink a big glass of it and I’ll go around all day long with it all over me.”

“Janet, you did that yesterday.”

“May I do it again, please, boss?”

“Tell you what, Janet. You go out and jump on the trampoline naked in front of the whole office, and I’ll let you flip one hundred coins. If they all come up heads, I’ll let you masturbate.”

“Yes, boss! Right away!”