Calm his nerves

"Alright, I'm nervous as fuck over here, so you're gonna calm my nerves." Paul beckoned me from behind his desk.

Yeah, I could see where this was going, but I didn't want to get there. Sure, Susan showed you how much I love submission, but with her, it was always loving. Cheri made it clear I had to obey this asshole, but I wasn't going to just bend over his desk.

Instead, I walked behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. I started squeezing and rubbing out the tension in his muscles.

Paul knocked my hands away and spun in his chair. He was naked from the waist down; I couldn't tell whether he or his erection was angrier. "Don't be stupid. You know that bullshit about picturing the audience naked? Like I'm going to fantasize about a bunch of old asian dicks! No, I use you. I picture your head bobbing on my meat," Paul grabbed my shoulders "so get down there and give me something to think about!"

He rammed my head down on his penis a few times before letting me take over. I wanted to hurl, but I started moving to avoid further ****. I was just going through the motions, but that was enough to get Paul to focus on memorizing his note cards instead of **** my mouth.

After two minutes of lackluster sucking, Paul groaned. "I know you can do it better than that, John. What happened to the super slut I know and love?"

My eyes snapped open. One of the girls took his body! Knowing that, my hesitation disappeared. "Paul" cooed and called me a good girl as sucked his cock in earnest. I took pride in how quickly I learned to smoke pole. It didn't take long to get a mouthful of cum once I got serious.

'Paul' sighed as he got his pants back on, "Good to see you didn't forget your lessons. Alright, now about that presentation.