Female - Silver Rank

It's a rather ordinary day as you make your commute to the office. The only thing slightly unusual is the lack of traffic in the area, meaning you have time to make a stop for once. Pulling into the parking lot of the local coffee shop you quickly head inside and get in line. For the time being there's just a lot of Bronze ranks around, meaning you're free to concentrate on moving up the line and securing your order. You make it to the counter where you tell the male employee what you'd like before taking a seat at an empty table. To your left a young man who is also waiting sits back, his pants unzipped and his knees splayed open leisurely to allow room for the young women knelt between them. Further in the back you can hear the rattling of a table as one of the baristas is bent over it and casually fucked by another male patron. This continues for a few minutes as you absentmindedly wait for your coffee and pastry. The sound of a bell rings as a new patron enters the establishment and makes their way to the counter. You perk up slightly upon seeing a well dressed male casually lean against the counter and place his order.

From the band on his wrist you see he's the same class as you, finally giving you a viable option to provide your services. Sitting up straighter, you offer the man an amiable smile when he turns to face the seating area. You watch as he does a cursory glance around the establishment before his gaze circles back to your table. Your smile broadens slightly as you're relieved he didn't somehow find one of the lower ranks more desirable. A lot of your Silver ranked friends started off as Bronze and worked their way up. Not you, however, you were one of the rare few lucky enough to have been granted the rank immediately upon becoming of age thanks to your remarkable natural beauty and figure. You're sure there's nothing wrong with being Bronze rank, however, if you were to get overlooked enough times by Silver ranks or higher you'll find out soon enough and you'd rather avoid learning the hard way. Thankfully, you've been yet to be turned down by anyone and are certain only a Gold ranked member could possibly outshine you. It seems as if the patron agrees as he nods for you to come over. You wordlessly obey and meet him at the pick up counter.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry."

He informs you offhandedly before motioning for you to turn and face away from him. Leaning forward against the high countertop, you rise on your tiptoes causing your tight mini skirt to lift and reveal your already bare slit. You feel the soft fabric of his suit brush against your exposed skin before you're abruptly filled with his thick member. You let out a soft groan of pleasure as you feel yourself slightly stretched by the large appendage. Gripping the counter's edge, you struggle to keep yourself from knocking over the to-go display, after all this is your favorite coffee shop and you'd hate to be a bad customer. The man on the other hand seems indifferent about the establishment as he continues ramming you forward vigorously. Regardless, you can't help letting out another moan as you grow increasingly aroused by his actions. Like all women, once you reached adulthood you were met with a sudden and drastic increase in sensitivity to all men's touch. It's a large part of the reason your predecessors came to the agreement still upheld to this day.

The draw is so powerful you're certain you'd enjoy even a Bronze ranks' touch, however, they're the only rank off limits to you. Due to their lower status they are not afforded all of the same luxuries as Silver and Gold rank. If you were to break this rule and agree to service a lower rank and were caught you would automatically be downgraded to Bronze regardless of your current rank. This personally is enough incentive to have kept you from breaking any such rules as of yet and at the present moment you have no intentions of changing that. From the other side of the counter you hear your name called out, drawing your attention back to the present moment, and you look up to see the male barista place your coffee and pastry at the end of the worktop. The man behind you pants lightly as he continues thrusting into your increasingly slick entrance. Another gasp escapes your lips as you reach an intense climax just as the barista calls out another name.

"That's me."

You hear the patron comment before stepping back and grabbing the crook of your elbow. You're swiftly pulled back to face him before being guided to your knees. He needn't say more as you quickly lean forward and slip the tip of his rigid member past your lips. He leans forward to collect his order, causing the rest of his large appendage to slide further in and fill your throat. He groans softly as your muscles reflexively convulse around his thick shaft and you feel it stiffen slightly before a rush of warmth fills your passage. He pulls away a few seconds later and courteously offers you a hand up before thanking you for your time. Nodding absentmindedly, you glance at your watch before grabbing your coffee and heading for the door. Thankfully, no other Silver ranks or higher have arrived and you're able to quickly get back to your car and return to your commute.

Several minutes later you're pulling into the parking garage at work. You're a couple of minutes late but know it won't really matter when you have such a valid excuse. Anyway, you doubt your boss, the CEO has arrived yet either. You honestly love working as his Executive Assistance and not just because of the perks (travel, bonuses, flexible hours, etc.) But also because of the job itself and the wide variety of situations and people you've experienced through it. After taking a seat at your desk you do a quick once over to make sure you're still looking presentable. In the reflection of your compact mirror you can see one of the receptionists already hard at work. The young woman is currently splayed across her desk on her back with her legs up in the air. On one side the office's mail carrier stands with his cock buried deep in her throat. On the other, a low level male colleague is balls deep between her spread legs. They're both Bronze ranks so you wouldn't have entertained either associate even if you had been on time. However, you can't help continuing to watch on in slight envy for another moment.

The closed office door to your left confirms you were correct and your boss hasn't arrived yet. You're just beginning to wonder how you'll start your work day when you notice someone approaching and quickly lower the mirror. You're surprised to see it's the CEOs son, who to your knowledge should still be away at college. He takes a look around and upon seeing his father has yet to arrive lets out an exhale. You see his eyes roll in presumed annoyance before turning in your direction and giving you a slow look over. The last time you saw him was during summer vacation his sophomore year when he was a Bronze rank. Most men are made to spend their first few years as Bronze rank while they're still getting used to things, regardless of their status. How quickly they ascend after that, if at all, is more dependent on such things as station, wealth, and physique. He's a senior now and by the glint of the band on his wrist it seems he's made it up in the ranks.

A satisfied smile tugs at his lips as he takes in your figure and motions for you to follow him into the CEOs empty office. One of your brows raises slightly, however, you know better than to question someone of his status. Once inside he moves past the large desk and takes a seat in the leather chair behind it. Obligingly, you make your way over and see he's already unzipped his pants to reveal a fairly impressive, already stiff member. He gestures for you to face away before taking your hips and guiding you back towards him. The young man leans back satisfied and watches as you slowly lower yourself onto his awaiting erection. Seemingly slightly impatient, he quickly wraps an arm around your waist before swiftly tugging you back into him. You gasp, tensing reflexively as you're forcefully invaded by his thick rod before slowly relaxing.

The rush of pleasure instantly brought on by his rigid appendage is more than enough to negate any temporary discomfort brought on by his action. In fact, you don't blame him for wanting to quickly get to the point before you're potentially interrupted. His arm remains firmly around your torso, assisting you while you rhythmically raise and lower your hips. You can feel his warm breath on the nape of your neck as he groans lightly and his grip around you tightens. You're biting your own lip to keep from drawing too much attention to the area since both of you neglected to shut the door. Instead, you let your eyes drift closed as you enjoy the pleasurable experience. Placing your hands on the armrests for leverage, you slowly increase your pace until you reach an intense orgasm.

Panting lightly, you make no disagreement when the man, still holding you, stands and steps forward to lower you against the desk. Gasping audibly, you feel yourself pinned between him and the fixture as he quickly takes over. Your ample chest presses against the cold wooden surface as you find yourself in a position not unlike the one you were just in earlier today. However, this man being in a bit less of a rush takes his time and enjoys the position long enough for you to easily climax once again. You're sure he would have prolonged things further had the circumstances been different. However, it's not long before his thrusts become more focused and he rams into you one final time. You feel your lungs expel as you're further driven against the desk before warm, slightly viscous liquid begin trickling down your inner thighs. You hear the man let out a satisfied exhale before stepping back and helping you up. He throws you a quick wink before straightening his apparel and slipping out of the door.