Exit: Nora Nespot, wild and ambitious intern

'Holy shit.' I think, staring at the stunning young lady sitting across from me. My focus is broken, and suddenly I feel time lurch forward again. The words vanish as well as the world resumes motion as though nothing happened.

"Um... Mister Morgan?" Mrs. Nespot says, biting her lip. She's fidgeting a little on her chair and I can see she's concealing an item under her hands. "Sir?"

Truth about this reality flood my mind. This girl isn't Mrs. Nespot, my boss. She's "Miss" Nora Nespot, a recently hired intern. I'm her boss, and she's a naughty girl.

We're in my home office. It's late morning. She was summoned to my home under the pretense that she was to retrieve some package for delivery, but we both understood that was code for "fuck me while my wife isn't home."

Apparently, I have a wife in this reality, but I'm willing to cheat on her. That's... a lot to unpack. But I set it aside for later.

"Yes, Nora." She had already removed her blouse but kept the blazer; she knows I like her pretending that our little affair is her real job. "Come on, then. You know my wife will be home soon, so if you want that performance review to go your way..."

She stands up, brushing her skirt before lowering herself to her knees in front of me. "Of course, Mister Morgan, I'm sorry." She unbuckles my belt and pulls out my hard cock, already glistening with anticipatory precum.

Without another word of direction, she opens her mouth and swallows half of it in a single move, bobbing and slurping as I gently gather her messy hair into a ponytail handle to push her down further and hold her until she gags, desperately trying to take it into her throat.

"That's it, there's the work ethic I admire so much about you. Keep this up and you'll do just fine in this company for a very long time..."