Asami Sato, CEO Of Slutter

(ALL ARTWORK FEATURED BELONGS TO THEIR ORIGINAL OWNER AND IS ACCOMPANIED BY LINK TO SOURCE)

"Miss Sato! Miss Sato! Here is that list of possible sites for an east coat office you were asking for!"

"Good! I'll look over them and we'll start making offers tomorrow."

"Miss Sato! More members of congress have started denouncing the company by name."

"Pfft, whatever. We're doing nothing illegal, here. Let those old fogeys talk. Not to mention... you said most of these politicians talking bad about us have accounts?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Sounds like **** material to me. Keep an eye on the situation. If anyone tries to rattle too many cages, you know what to do."

"Miss Sato! Those accounts we blocked the other week for harassments have started up again, going after the same targets, even."

"Jesus Christ, these idiots... Ban their asses! Slutter is a safe place, we can't allow any users - high-profile or otherwise - to be harassed like this. Speaking of, did we get the identities of those fuckers spreading CSAM on my site?"

"We did, ma'am. They've all received lifetime bans."

"Good! Now send that and any other evidence we have to the feds! Let them deal with them and toss that scum in jail!"

"Miss Sato! I'm sorry, but we just heard back from the head of Draxxer's... they've rejected our exclusivity contract.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Get back on the line with them, offer an extra mill. And, for good measure, tell that fat fuck I'll fly out and personally suck his cock. Don't gawk at me! You heard exactly what I said, now go!"

Such were how Asami spent the beginning of almost every work day. Establishing and building Slutter was a chaotic rush, with fires springing up constantly, so Asami had to play firefighter each morning, as her employees ran up with the latest batch of problems they were facing. Asami disassembled each of them with lightning fact decision making, resolve, and plenty of cussing, venting her frustration that the world couldn't just easily accept her Master's glorious vision.

For the workers at Slutter - programmers, accountants, HR, customer service, etc - it had been an interesting experience. Yes, they had massive questions about the origin of their boss and his money, the nature of the site, and being involved in, essentially, the porn industry, but with the money being thrown around for their contracts (well above rate, even compared to massive companies like Alphabet or Amazon), no one complained or asked questions. Working directly under Asami Sato helped, as the entire Slutter crew deeply respected their CEO for her decisive attitude, her intellect, her passion, and the care she showed her staff.

Sure, her business attire aired on the inappropriate side, and she was a bit of slut - she was definitely fucking the company president, Mr. Daily, as well as her own personal assistant - but not one could doubt her ability or her drive. Asami Sato was meant for this, and for that, the rest of the Slutter team was grateful.

"Okay, folks, listen up." Asami addressed the floor - the customer service and relations team, plus the safety team. "I know it has been a wild couple of weeks, but I do want to say that I'm proud of the work you've all put in. When Slutter started, people eyed us with skepticism. They derided us. Insulted us. Simply because we proudly label ourselves as the home for erotic entertainment. But now? We're climbing search engine results, higher and higher each day. Our user count is skyrocketing: 2 million artists and industry personnel, over a million 'normies', or non-industry people, and we've almost hit 3 million 'Watcher' class users. Give yourselves a round of applause for your hard effort, and I'll have a special bonus for all of you come this Friday."

Asami gratefully bowed to her team, fully folding at the waist, to a sea of applause from her employees, both congratulating themselves for their hard work, but also as a sign of respect and adulation to their boss. Everyone knew that the moment Slutter turned around was when Mr. Daily inked Miss Sato to be CEO.

When the applause died down, Asami excused herself and retreated to her private office, a big smile plastered on her face. And then it turned from big to sharp and wolfish, when she saw who was waiting for her.

Asami's office attire could be described as "inappropriate" - heels too high, skirt too short, too much cleavage shown, and her stockings too risque. However, Korri, with her blouse barely covering her nipples, showing off plenty of lovely caramel flesh and a lacy blue bra, and a skirt half the length of Asami's, so that is showed off thigh and garter and even more when she bent down, and, well... Korri looked like she stepped right off the set of a porno shoot.

"Morning, Miss Sato," Korri purred, eyeing her Mistress with obvious lust. She had spent the night at Master's and was needy for Asami's touch. "I prepared those expense reports like you asked. And got you you tea, just the way you like it." Korri passed over both specific items, then went back to leering at Asami, twisting a lock of platinum blonde hair around her fingers. "Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?"

Asami smirked. Korri was so **** it was funny, then again, Asami couldn't deny she had missed her pet, too. "The big one today, slut." Asami ordered, taking a sip of her tea. It was divine. Master Rob had certainly trained this slut well.

Asami's office was fully enclosed, the windowless to the office floor, and soundproof, as well as stocked with numerous sex toys, meaning she could have as much fun with her person **** and with her Master, whenever he decided to visit the office. Today, she fitted herself a massively thick strap-on and mercifully pounded into Korri's slutty snatch, pressing her bitch up against the plate glass windows the looked onto the outside world. They were on the top floor of their building, so Asami knew no one could see them with any sort of clarity, but she liked to imagine all the passerbies on the ground pointing up and seeing her fuck this gigantic slut.

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"Yes, yes, yes! Ugh!" Asami grunted, as she ploughed deeply into Korri's hole. "You like it, don't you slut! You like getting used by your Mistress!" She grabbed her hair, roughly, forcing her face up against the glass. Those fat tits of her also smooshed up against it, nipples splaying out flatly to gigantic size.

"Yes, Mistress, yes!" Korri moaned, barely able to contain herself. Master was more lenient, but she knew she couldn't cum before Mistress Asami. "I'm your slut! I love getting fucked by Mistress!"

"You're just a whore. Everyone in the office knows that! Do you?"

"AH~ Yes! I'm a whore. I love being a whore! I see the looks everyone gives me when I walk out, sweaty and tousled. They know I'm your sex toy!." Korri brought one leg up, giving Asami a better few of her pussy. Juices ran down one leg, staining her stockings.

Asami let loose a rumbling moan. She was close, the nub of the strap-on's harness rubbing against her clit. "They all want you. They want to use you like me. And you'd fuck them, wouldn't you? You'd fuck everyone one of them?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"But only if I say so. You're my slut, you only fuck who I say!"

"Mhm~ Mistress! I'm yours~"

Korri's voice, dripping with lust, full of whorish devotion, was enough to set Asami over the edge. Her body spasmed, back arching into a bow, as she felt release hammer into her. She rode the wave, desperately milking every last second of it. It was never as good as when the Master fucked her, but it was good enough.

She retreated for Korri's pussy, letting the blonde to finger herself to orgasm, melting to a puddle on the floor. Asami sat back in her chair and fixed her clothes, her hair, and her make-up. Korri could tromp about the office with cum dripping from her snatch, mascara running, and reeking of sex, but Asami had appearances to keep up.

"Get up, ****, the day has just begun." Asami barked out, not even looking away from her compact, as she reapplied her lipstick. "I want you to go down to accounting and offer yourselves to them, a reward for their hard work. Tell them you'll be their cum receptacle until lunchtime."

"Yes, Mistress." Korri said, smiling, as she stood back up, trying to make herself moderately presentable. "I'll be a good cum-dump for the boys in accounting."

"Oh, and one more thing. Bimbobender."

A squeal of delight rang from Korri's lips, as a surge of pleasure ripped through her body. The intellect in the slut's eyes faded, her smile growing bigger and dumber, as the bimbo came out to play.

"Like, fer shore Missy 'Sami! I'll totally fuck all of 'counting nice and good for you!"

She then bounced out of the office. Asami was all but certain she could get lost, ask for directions, and then suck the cock of whoever helped her. The thought of Korri's lewd bimbotastic exploits made her wet.

Asami spun about in her chair, taking in the size and majesty of her executive office, the view of the city behind her. She kicked her legs up on her desk and leaned back, idly going through her agenda for the day, but mostly thinking on how much Rob had changed her life. She now had wealth, power, respect, love, and a personal obedient fucktoy, and what did it cost her? Her free will? Talk about losing nothing and gain everything. And life would only get better, as she ensured her Master's vision of a better, sluttier world would come to pass. Soon, every CEO worth their salt would have a hot tramp for a personal assistant. Or, at least, they would no longer have to hide it. She would be a trailblazer, a trendsetter, and Master Rob was the reason behind it all.

She leaned back further in her chair and sighed, contently. Life was good.

A/N: Cards on the table, no smokes or mirrors, we're doing the Game of Thrones girls next. Fun fact: in the loose jumble of an outline I have for this story, they were suppose to appear before Zatanna did. Just an example of how stuff gets away from you.