Alright, Ill show you what I would do, but it will cost ya

Kim smiles mischievously back as she recognizes the opportunity

"Sam! I never knew you were so bold. Alright, how about this . . ."

She stands doing her best to use the right hips on her skirt to her advantage.

"I'll blow you but I want to start making double what you were planning on playing this position."

Whatever Sam was thinking as an answer for his questions, this, apparently, wasn't it. His relaxed jovial daminer ends instantly and he sits forward as Kim slowly steps closer

"Your . . . That's . . . I umm Y-ya d-deal!"

With a devilish grin Kim slowly kneels Reaching for his belt, he freezes up at her touch. Slowly undoing the loop and popping the top button caused the blonde headed boy to hold his breath as he took in what was rapidly happening to him.

Kim reaches in his pants feeling the growing member react to her touch. She takes a breath closing her eyes readying herself for what she has to do.

Her future manager's cock jumps out of the plaid boxes standing straight and making Kim's hands feel smaller than they already did. She glanced up catching Sam staring down at her and quickly averted her eyes before lowering her lips onto the head of the cock.

Sam gasps as the sensation of a girls warm wet lips engulf his sex. He grips his desk, holding in the moan that he wants to release. Slowly, inch my inch Kim lowers down onto him, her lips sliding down the veiny dick, letting the erect sex push down into her throat until her nose was buried in the tuff of hair at it's base. Moving her head back up, Kim dared glance up at her potential employer, happy to see his head thrown back, clearly enjoying the attention she was giving him. Settling into a rhythm she started bobbing her head up and down, her tongue licking along the ridge enjoying the salty flavor.

She tried to not think too hard about her position. A girl, straight A student with a bright future on her knees blowing an assistant manager for a minimum wage job. She should feel ashamed but somehow she knew deep down it had to be this way and at least Sam wasn't a terrible person.

One of Sam's hands moves from the desk to her head, gripping on to her hair. He didn't hold her down or push her in any way; he just held on almost for lack of anything else to do with his hands. She uses one hand to help massage his cock as she gives herself a breath before taking in the tip of his cock again, the other grips onto his leg. She can feel him shutter with every move she makes, pleasure running along his spine from every touch.

She thought he might be close when suddenly there is a knock on the door. They both freeze, Sam's cock halfway down Kim's throat.