Good. Ms. Bishop will be putting you through your paces.

“What?” she says, confused. For the first time, she seems to notice there’s another woman in the room.

“Vetting. Due diligence. Do you understand these words?” you say as your assistant steps forward, a smug smile on her face. “Before I acquire a cunt I need an expert evaluation. A very thorough evaluation.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Drake,” your assistant says crisply as she walks up to the stunned teenager and grabs her by the hair. “Very thorough.” She pushes the blonde’s head forward into a deep, long kiss.

Madison at first starts and tries to pull away from the other woman, but after a moment leans into the kiss, her arms embracing Ms. Bishop. A full minute later your assistant lets go of the teen’s hair and she comes up for air. She looks over your assistant’s shoulder, smiling. “Is that good enough for you, msitaahh!” she shrieks as Ms. Bishop reaches under her short skit and thrusts two finger into her pussy.

“A little lezzie kissing may wow the boys in your crowd, but you’ll find I demand a bit more,” you remark as the blonde stumbles back toward the desk, your assistant’s fingers still in her cunt. As Madison’s ass hits the desk Ms. Bishop reaches her other hand to yank down the zipper on the back of her dress. One shoulder of the teen’s top falls down, exposing a pert breast. Not her mother’s but sufficient, you think as your assistant leans in to take Madison’s exposed nipple into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh shit…” Madison pants as your assistant pumps her fingers in and out of her pussy, faster and faster. She lightly bites the teen’s nipple, and the blonde’s head falls back, and her hips begin to twitch in time with Ms. Bishop’s ministrations. Then she gives a startled shriek was your assistant pulls out her hand, seizes her by the hips and tosses her up on the desk.

Before the teen can react, Ms. Bishop is between her legs, jabbing her tongue into the blonde’s pussy. Her eyes grow wide as she’s tongues-fucked, and her body trembles as Ms. Bishop’s lips brush her clit. “Oh Jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck,” the Madison moans.

Ms. Bishop is relentless, alternating between driving her tongue deep into Madison’s cunt and teasing her clit with her lips and teeth. The blonde’s hands claw at the smooth surface of the desk as her head falls back and begins to thrash. “Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckfuckFUCK!” she shouts as her thighs press against the side of your assistant’s head as her tight teen body goes rigid, then limp.

Then without a pause Ms. Bishop grabs the teen and drags her to the floor. Standing above her, she spreads her legs and lifts her skirt, her dark bush showing under her red crotchless panties. She stares down at the blonde, waiting for her to understand. When compression fails to dawn in her confused blue eyes after a few second your assistant grabs her by the hair and pulls her face into her crotch.

She evidently gets it then, as your assistant’s face first softens, then hardens. “Don’t tell me you’ve never eaten cunt before, you little slut! Use your tongue, harder, harder, that’s it, oooh….”

You stand relaxed, head tilted slightly, as you watch Madison obediently lap at your assistant’s pussy for a minute, two, before Ms. Bishop lets out a long hiss and relaxes her grip on the blonde’s head. “So?” you ask.

Your assistant shrugs. “She’s trainable,” she says. “Oh, and you have the Shanghai call in 16 minutes.”

You think for a minute as the wheels of a plan click into place. The question is, draw out the dance or go straight for the climax?