I submit.

You hop up and nod your head in submission.

"Of course, Mr. Cambridge!" you say, trying to make your voice sound as bright and eager and apologetic as possible. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Cambridge. I will run and get your coffee right now!"

You exit the room quickly and trot down to the coffee room, tears streaming down your face.

You take a moment in the break room, your shoulders shaking with sobs.

What have I done? you think to yourself, over and over.

Then you touch your earpiece.

"Please... please... house computer. Please. Mr. Hewitt," you beg, pouring your heart out. "If you can hear me now. Please... please help me!!"

Enjoy your life as a woman.

You hear from your earpiece.

Initiating permanent disconnection. Good bye.

"Noooo!!!" you wail. "Please come back! Please!!!"

"Paul?"

You look up. It's James, your former manager.

"It's Jennifer now."

"Oh, of course, ahh... Jennifer. Listen, I can get my own coffee. You better hurry back to Mr. Cambridge's office."

"Okay," you say, quickly fetching an 'executive' mug and filling it with coffee and the two creamers that Mr. Cambridge wants.

"And hey," James says, giving you a quick hug. "I'm sorry."

You quickly clean up your face and enter Mr. Cambridge's office, trying to be bright and perky.

"What took you so long?" he asks.

"I had to brew a new pot," you lie. "But I promise, I'll do better next time."

"I know you will," he says, with the smile of someone supremely confident in his hold over you. "Close the door, Jenny, and let's discuss your new duties, shall we?"

"Yes, Mr. Cambridge," you say, closing the door and returning to stand in front of him.

"Now I want come to a mutual agreement as to your work performance. If you wish to meet my expectations, all you will need to do is to be an efficient, attentive, eager, hard-working personal assistant. Just like a top business executive would expect of any other top-performing personal assistant. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," you say, in a small voice, understanding him exactly. "So then, how would I exceed your expectations, then?"

"That's easy," he says. "You go beyond what would be expected of your standard, professional, top-performing personal assistant. Do we understand each other?"

Well, there it is, you think to yourself.

"Yes, Mr. Cambridge. I believe we do."

"Very good," he says.

He then waits, looking at you.

You look back and suddenly realize, Oh, now! He wants something... now!

You take a couple deep breaths, and you think back to your seduction training. What would Jack want?

"Mr. Cambridge," you say, leaning forward so that your breasts are practically spilling out of your blouse. You place a hand gently on his neck and stroke it. "I just wanted to say, how grateful I am to be your personal assistant. And how I will work so hard, every day to help you achieve your goals."

You lean over, and give him a kiss on the lips. He's so surprised he barely kisses you back.

"Very good Jenny," he says, looking you straight in the eyes. "You do understand."

And then later, when you're on your knees with his cock in your mouth, sucking away, he says it again.

"Very good Jenny," he repeats, gasping. "Yes! You do understand!! You! Do! UNDERSTAND!!"