Jenny has to prove she is better than Missy ...

That was all it took. A little hint that she was better than Missy. A simple stroke to her ego. A competitive edge that placed her ahead of Missy. Jenny rose to her feet once more, this time, however, with much more apprehension and nervousness. Her hands drifted to her hips, feeling the hem of the fabric where it met her bare skin. She couldn't do this, could she? Her questions were fleeting thoughts, mesmerized more so by the intense gaze from the man behind the desk. She could feel him touching her even though his hands remained clasped against his chest. She shouldn't do this, should she? Yet her hands slid around her trembling waist, finding and undoing the clasp in the back, her fingers searching for the hidden zipper. Unable to take her eyes off his at this point, the only other sound she could hear over her thundering heartbeat was the sound of the zipper sliding downward, over its full length.

Parting the folds, she could feel the cool crispness of the air conditioning on the hollow of her back, reaching into the exposed opening to the valley between her clenching ass cheeks. Still, her eyes fixated on his, Jenny's hands returned to her hips. Gripping the skirt, she pushed the material past the slim flare of her hips, while methodically dancing and swaying from side to side. She watched as his eyes drank in her entirety, focusing on the garter she had been ordered to wear, and the bare flesh that lay exposed lower.

Her arms were now fully extended, fingers grasping at her dangling skirt, Her exposure was nearly complete, just hinting at the finely trimmed nest of curls hidden beneath, making it blatantly obvious that she, indeed, was without panties. Almost in a trance, eyes bound to his, she allowed the grip to falter, the last vestige of modesty drifting effortlessly to the floor, pooling at her ankles. Again, he drank in her entirety, his face emotionless, yet his eyes sparkling.

Silence ensued, Jenny did not fidget one bit. Her exposure to this man, suddenly seemed right! She had come to the realization, that she 'would' do whatever this man wanted. It no longer mattered that she had been blackmailed to do this, for she knew the inevitable. However, now, as she stood, nearly naked in front of this man, Jenny could feel the tingles of excitement creep through her nubile form, settling deep within her vaginal walls. An unexplained smile crept over her as she began looking at the powerful man in the seat in a whole new light.

Silence continued. Jenny, feeling emboldened and wanted, slowly moved her hands and cupped her breasts, running her thumbs over the visibly hardened nubs, tenting the flimsy silk lace. She hefted the twin orbs before inching her fingers towards the clasp in the middle. A simple tug and twist, and the clasp was undone, Jenny now puling the orbs apart, giving a clear view of the valley between the gorgeous mountains. Without any reservation or hesitation, the bra was pulled apart until it fell off her shoulders, landing on the floor behind her skirt. Jenny stepped forward, freeing her ankles from the confines of her fallen skirt, closing the distance between she and the desk.

Ron had won the game, yet he could tell the tables were turning as Jenny succumbed. Much to his surprise, the young, sexy, wannabe employee had taken his bait, and was eyeing him in a knowing manner, suggesting that there was definitely more to come. While he knew there would be, he was determined to make sure that the applicant, knew the full terms and obligations of the position. Additionally, he needed to cement the need and desire in her to outperform the employee she was constantly compared to. So before Jenny climbed atop his desk, Ron needed to take charge once again.

Bolting upright, he barked, “Stand still.” Freezing Jenny in place, he rose from his seat and circled the desk, arriving at her side, taking a moment to inhale her sweet scent, the smell of her excitement causing his nostrils to flare. “Eyes forward.” His orders simple, yet commanding in tone. For the first time in a long while, their eyes had finally broken free from each other. He didn't want Jenny to see his excitement.

Jenny's reverie and excitement had been shattered by the owner's sudden change in demeanor. Yet, his imposing physical presence next to her, his scent filling her brain, his eyes closely examining her, all combined to cause a huge shudder to ripple throughout, nearly buckling her knees. She could feel her need for this man rising, so she obeyed his command without question, wanting nothing more than to appease him.

“Yesss,” he hissed through his pearly teeth. “Very nice,” he complimented as he circled behind her. “Better than Missy,” he appraised, appearing on the other side. “Pleasing to the eye,” he capped off as he settled in front of her once more. Ron stepped back, leaning against the desk, with Jenny standing in front of him. “Have a seat Miss McArdle.”

'Again?' Jenny screamed in her brain. He praised her, yet he used her surname, and Missy's first name. There was just something in the way he said it, that plucked at her nerves, driving her insane. She sat in her chair, now naked and exposed, no longer in control of her actions.

“Well Miss McArdle, it does appear that you have the fortitude and assets needed for the position. However, I still need to assess the skill sets required for the position. If I may say so, it appeared as if you were preparing to show one of those skills of the position. As I had noted, we occasionally find the need to 'entertain' our associates and employees. Missy has found herself in this position many times, and had to be resourceful and rely on certain skill sets in order to entice a sale, or to bolster morale, or to negotiate better terms. Yet, as a true professional, she understands that one should not give away the farm, when merely a few bales of hay may suffice.”

Ron planted the seed and circled back around the large desk, settling back into his comfortable chair. “Miss McArdle, could you please show me how you might 'entertain' an employee in order to boost morale and increase productivity?”

Jenny's poor mind was beaten, battered, and completely broken. What was it that he said? The eloquent use of words were clouding her once sex-riddled brain. There was no doubt he had stressed the word 'entertain' during his speech. When she had removed her skirt, and then her bra, Jenny had every intention of 'entertaining' her soon-to-be boss. But now he was questioning her, asking her how she would entertain an employee? Then an image of her arch rival, Missy flooded her brain. And what was it he said? She 'has found herself in a similar position'! God only knows what a naked woman would do in this 'position', Jenny thought to herself. And what was it he said about not 'giving away the farm'?

'FOCUS JENNY', she screamed in her head. Suddenly it dawned on her, her sense of reason and purpose gaining strength once again. 'Give him a show', she assured herself. It all started to come together at that point. 'Don't give away the farm!'

Now with a sense of purpose and design, Jenny set herself on the path she had originally envisioned when being ordered to come here. There was no need to suck and fuck her way to a job, if all he wanted to do was watch! The idea, he was asking her to do it for his employees, however, had been missed amid the confusion. If this is something Missy, did, than she could too!

Jenny leaned back in the chair, making herself a little more comfortable. A knowing smile crossed her face once again as she began her performance. She popped an index finger past her painted red lips, suckling it as if she were sucking a miniature cock. As she removed the finger, she showed her tongue wrapped around the digit, coated with her saliva. Slowly she fucked the finger in and out of her mouth, ensuring it remained cradled within her tongue. She pulled the finger from her mouth and circled her left nipple, a thick tendril of spit still connecting the two. She teased her nipple to pleasurable tightness, it jutting out as the aureola surrounding it crinkled. Jenny hefted the large melon upwards as she lowered her face towards it, able to snake her tongue around the eraser sized extension. She made sure to allow a healthy dollop of drool slide from her mouth, along her tongue onto the hub of her attention. She languidly spread the saliva around the pink center until it shimmered with nearly the same intensity as her lips. She repeated the process again for right breast, ensuring it got the same attention.

Cupping both melons, she diddled the turgid tips with her thumbs, showing off their firm rubbery qualities. She pinched each between her thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling as she did so. She contorted her face only minimally to show the mix of pleasure and pain from her actions. Jenny then engulfed each orb within her palms, mashing and kneading the supple flesh, pushing them together presenting a delicious view of her cleavage, then pulling them apart as she revealed the deep valley between each mountain.

Jenny once again had captivated the attention of the man behind the desk. That same sparkle that was evident in his eyes earlier, had returned. She was performing for him, giving him a show, much like she had done for Brad when she had seduced him. A fleeting realization crossed her fogged brain, noting that she was seducing the owner. She questioned how far it would go, believing that a 'show' would not be enough when all was said and done. But for now, she would give him a show he would not forget. Nor would she let it be lost that she was better than the figure she was continually compared to.

“Missy's got some beautiful tits I'm sure,” Jenny hoarsely breathed. She moved her hands back to her lap and thrust her chest forward, presenting herself to her audience. “But, mine are tight and firm, without sag, as I'm sure you can see. Would you like to feel for yourself?” Jenny chuckled slightly, and returned her hands to her tits, mauling them herself. She hadn't waited for an answer, making the question appear more like a tease. Tugging on the nipples, she moaned, “God, they ache so much.” She pulled her engorged tips towards the burly man, stretching them and her breasts into a conical shape until they could stretch no longer. Her reddened nipples slipped from her grip, and true to her word, her breasts immediately returned to their original form, albeit for her elongated rubbery peaks.

Jenny sensed her own arousal, and wanted to do more … much more. Yet she played along with her task as challenged. “How is that Mr. Roselle? Is that the kind of proof you need to hire me?” She hesitated, seemingly waiting for a reply. However, just as the boss was about to speak, Jenny interrupted, “Or maybe I could provide a little more motivation for you to hire me?”

Jenny languidly leaned back into her chair and raised her left leg high in the air. She reached for her ankle and slowly slid her hands along the calf, to her thigh and to the juncture. She draped her leg over the arm of the chair, exposing her maidenhood to the onlooker. She repeated her efforts with her right leg, now draped over the other arm of the chair, her nether folds fully exposed and now swollen with desire.

Jenny knew it might come to this before she even entered the building; however, **** as she was when she came here, Jenny now was an eager participant. The lure of the job offer presented was too good to pass up, not to mention the thrill Jenny felt pleasing the ebony god before her. She could feel his interest in her, and he left little doubt what he expected of her. She had made up her mind that she would do whatever necessary to not just get a job, but to seduce the boss into ravaging her excited body. If the bulge in his pants was any indication of his true magnitude, Jenny wanted every bit of it now.

Jenny focused her right hand on her breasts, while her left began a meticulous exploration between her legs. Her nipples were painfully tight, and her pussy was glistening wet. “A little entertainment? Is this what you had in mind?” The question was loaded with sultry overtones. A single finger drew a line along her blossoming flower, pressing lightly into the petals, separating them and gathering her wetness on the tip. At the top, she circled the pearl of pleasure several times before traveling back down the parted path she had created. She locked eyes with the man across the desk for a brief moment before languidly pushing the digit into her heated core. She allowed her eyes to roll back as it plunged to its hilt. She closed her eyes and reveled as the single digit foraged for hidden treasures in the flooded cavern. Jenny allowed a sing-song moan escape as the tiny tremors began boiling from deep within.

Jenny knew she could quickly bring herself to an orgasm, and desperately wanted to do so, but Mr. Roselle's words kept reverberating through her riddled brain. 'Give him a show,' she kept repeating to herself, keeping her release at bay.

Ever so slowly, she withdrew the finger, opening her eyes to examine the syrupy coating. Smiling mischievously, she refocused on her audience and brought her finger to her painted lips. Snaking out her tongue, she cradled the finger and drew it in, again, humming in pleasure. Jenny's cheeks hollowed as she suckled the nectar, and made a show of swallowing her unique honey. “Sweet as sugar,” she purred.

Never breaking eye contact, she returned her hand to her heated core and slid the clean finger around the exposed opening before settling on her clit once again. “I'm sure my 'entertainment' can draw eyes. And I'm sure, if it's needed, I can take it to the next level in order to close a deal.” The words slipped from her mouth as two fingers slipped past her slick petals, eyes fluttering as a elongated sigh escaped her lungs.

Ron watched silently, his eyes sparkling as Jenny began openly masturbating in front of him. What pleased him most, was that she had played right into his ploy, and now was playing the perfect role he had designed for her. He silently thanked Mark for presenting this enticing offer, and eagerly looked forward to the what the future had in store. Jenny continued teasing him verbally, as she continued teasing herself physically, bringing herself closer and closer to an undeniable orgasm. It was growing harder to ignore his own rising interest, as she plunged three fingers into her dripping honeypot with one hand, while diddling her clit with the other. A few minutes later, Jenny had finaly succumbed to her own manipulations, exploding in a frenzy of cries and grunts, thrusting her hips forward to meet her plunging hand. Her frothy liquid flowed forth, coating her hand and the seat upon which she was perched..

Jenny collapsed back into the chair, her legs dropping from the arms, feet landing on the floor with an audible thud. Her head had lolled back, her chest rising and falling with each heaving breath she took, trying to recover.