Jimmy gives an enthusiastic employee evaluation at his new job

Jimmy barely had time to register the busty Korean girl - Jasmine, she said her name was - getting on her knees next to his legs before she'd unzipped his expensive black slacks and reached down to fish out his cock from what felt like expensive black silk boxers. While he'd never been terribly self-conscious about his size - he was a respectable 8 inches with slightly above average girth - she grinned at him happily, like she was the lucky one once she had his dick in her hand. She started smoothly moving her hand up and down his shaft as if she'd done it dozens of times before, while thrusting out her impressive chest. Jimmy gasped but didn't move away, too stunned to move.

He had to admit, she was extremely beautiful - while he couldn't see her ass, she had flawless skin, exotic features and a pouty lower lip adding to an hourglass figure with long, toned legs - even if her boobs were impossibly large for her slim Asian frame and clearly the result of surgery instead of winning the genetic lottery. They gleamed with a clear oil she'd just rubbed into them before grabbing his wang, a warming oil he noticed as his member tingled from her firm, sure hand moving up and down his length, jerking him off. With her practiced hands, the warm oil and her flat-out sexiness, Jimmy felt himself getting rock hard almost immediately despite the shock of the situation.

"Oh!" was all Jimmy had time to sputter before she moved in to squeeze his cock between her big, fake tits.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you Mr. O? Fucking the big, slutty titties you bought me?" she cooed as she squeezed her mounds together around his cock and slid them up and down, punctuating the appearance of his cock at the top of her cleavage with a little lick of his cockhead.

Jimmy just groaned in response, which she took as encouragement and kept going, squeezing her titflesh tighter around his member and increasing the tempo of her up and down rhythmic movements. She seemed to know exactly how to make it feel as good as possible, as if she'd done this with him countless times before.

"I- ungh! b- bought you those?" Jimmy grunted in surprise, trying to focus and failing miserably as the sensations of the expert titflucking made him want to cross his eyes and go limp. "Fffffuck!"

"Hell yeah, you did, Mr. O!" she cooed, brown eyes flashing with delight as she took his words as further encouragement and relaxed, thinking he was getting back to normal. Her pace and technique, already exquisite, seemed to improve even further. She squeezed his cock again with them, slide up and down and briefly licked his cock again and again. "You bought Jasmine her big, slutty titties, so now you get to fuck them whenever-"

Squeeze. Slide. Lick.

"You!"

Squeeze. Slide. Lick.

"Want!"

She squeezed and slid his cock up her canyon of cleavage but this time briefly let it all pop out to suck on his entire length, making Jimmy groan in delight, before returning to giving him the titfuck of his life. Fake or not, they were spectacular, teardrop perfect DD's capped with thick brown nipples the color of dark chocolate that were up and hard. They radiated heat like a furnace and his dick felt pleasantly lost in their warm embrace.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he half-groaned, half-shouted "Jasmine!"

She blinked in surprise a little at his response but then smiled even wider.

"Ooh, you must like that! You never say my name, Mr. O! Mmm, I like it! Who's your big-titted slut?"

"Jasmine!" Jimmy moaned.

"Yeah, baby, who's your favorite girl?"

"J- Jasmine!"

Jasmine moaned a bit, looking a bit surprised at how hot this was getting her, and slid one hand down her red thong, using her arms to keep her boobs tightly pressed against his cock. Her brown eyes flashed in a new, needier way that was less of a performance than before.

"Ooh, yeah, Mr. O, tell me I'M your number one slut! Who's your bestest, hottest, sexiest girl in the - mmm! - whole, wide world?"

"Yuh- you are! Jasmine! JASMINE!" Jimmy cried out, beyond caring

"Tell me I'm your girl!" she cooed. "Your number ONE girl!"

Jimmy awkwardly reached over to try and squeeze one of those amazing boobs but he lost his balance, ending up cupping her face and caressing her cheek gently instead as he moaned out his assent loudly.

"You're my number ONE girl! Oh, fuck, JASMINE, you are SO my - ungh! - NUMBER ONE GIRL!"

Her sensual mouth fell open for just a moment as he brushed her cheek tenderly and her brown eyes flashed with an emotion Jimmy couldn't parse before she shuddered at his gentle touch and moaned again with lust. She began going berserk, practically bouncing up and down to work his cock like mad with her huge tits, as the hand between her legs went into overdrive.

"Oh, Jimmy- I mean, Mr. O! You- oh! Mmm, I'll always be your number one girl, really? Ah!"

What Jimmy said next was less a response to her query but more about the feeling of her frantic titfucking as he finally lost control and spurted his load.

"YES! YES! FUCK, YES!"

Jasmine cried out as well as he came all over her tits, throat and neck, gasping more with shock and delight than orgasmic bliss. Her hand between her legs didn't stop moving for a second but instead moved faster. As Jimmy slumped back in his seat and stared at her with undisguised awe and afterglow, it only seemed to add to her happiness.

"I'm your- oh! - I'm your number one girl!" she murmured almost dreamily in a breathy cadence, moving her other hand up to pull on one of her dark nipples, the ropes of jism coating her tits only seeming to excite her more. "Oh, fuck, oh, FUCK, I'm your number one giiiiiirl, ohhhh FUUUCK!"

"Jesus! Fuck yeah, you are!" Jimmy breathed out, gasping, before coming back to his senses - just in time to see her jill herself off to an orgasm in front of her, those words triggering her own climax

"MR. O! OH, FUCK, MR. O! FUUUUCK!" she squealed, coming hard herself and slumping breathlessly onto his lap, her fat tits pressing against his now spent cock, long black locks landing against his chest and arms.

Jimmy blinked in surprise. What just happened?

He didn't have time to wonder very long before Jasmine looked up at him adoringly and slid up to kiss him hard on the mouth.

"Mmph! Mmmm . . ." he responded, giving into the Korean knockout's passionate kiss almost involuntarily.

Eventually she pulled away, eyes glittering with delight briefly before looking down in shock and dismay, realizing that she'd just smashed her huge, jism and oil covered tits up against his chest before cleaning them.

"Oh! I'm SO sorry, Mr. O! I got your nice suit all dirty! Let me clean it off for you!"

She reached over and picked up a cocktail napkin and began patting at the stains on his expensive black suit. It was hard to tell with the dark lighting but Jimmy was almost sure she was blushing as she patted away the fluids on his suit jacket.

"I'm really, really sorry, Mr. O! I just- you got me SO excited when you said I was your number one girl and I-"

She looked up at him, pouty lower lip trembling, now looking slightly terrified.

"I- I'm still your number one girl, right? You're not mad at me?"

Jimmy blinked in surprise and decided just to roll with whatever this was until the ifrit came back.

"Oh, uh, sure? Yeah, you're still my, uh, number one girl. Definitely! Don't, um, don't even worry about it."

He saw her body language completely change in an instant back to delighted and relieved. She leaned in and kissed him again, this time more cautiously, so only her thick nipples traced against his chest.

"Thank you! Thank you, so, so much, Mr. O!" she cooed adoringly before her expression changed to one of sadistic glee. "Ooh, I can't WAIT until I tell that bitch Cherry that I'M your number one girl now!"

Jimmy blinked in confusion. Jasmine was an awfully emotional girl, it seemed, and it also seemed he had a LOT to catch up on. What even just happened?

"Um. Right. Well . . . you should, uh, totally go do that then!" he said with an awkward smile, trying to figure out a way to get some alone time with Inara to figure out what the hell was going on, eyeing the giant bodyguards at each entrance to the balcony. "Maybe um, right now even?"

Jasmine's face fell a little and she pouted.

"But Cherry's in the middle of a set! Do- do you want me to go out dancing on the floor again? I thought you wanted me here the rest of the night to keep you company, Mr. O!"

"Y- yeah! I just, um, have to . . . make a private phone call is all!" he lied lamely.

Jasmine seemed to buy it, however, and shrugged, squeezing his bicep tenderly as she gave him another peck.

"Ohh, OK! Say no more, Mr. O! I'll go get myself cleaned up in the little girl's room and let you call your business partners who I totally know nothing about!" she added with a theatrical wink emphasized by her smoky purple eyeshadow and long lashes. She stood and wheeled around on her six inch heels and Jimmy learned that her ass was also pretty spectacular, high and tight globes jutting out above a pair of big red lacy bows that were tattooed on the backs of her upper thighs.

"Holy shit." Jimmy muttered as she walked away, drinking in the view. He shook his head to clear it as she tapped one of the beefy bodyguards on the shoulder and he moved to let her exit his private balcony.

He fumbled into his pockets for a bit and was first surprised to find some sort of futuristic gun before he eventually found a very expensive top of the line phone. He placed it to his ear and whispered into it urgently.

"Inara? Um, can we talk? NOW, please?"

The ifrit appeared next to him, slumping down onto the black leather sofa next to him with a huge sigh of contentment.

"Oh, I simply just ADORE it here, Jimmy! It's such a beautiful combination of lust and- oh, sorry, is something on your mind? Or did you want a hand with that?"

She nodded down at his crotch and Jimmy realized sheepishly that he'd forgotten to stuff himself back into his boxers after Jasmine had worked him over. He turned beet red and quickly shoved himself back into his pants, zipping them up quickly.

"Oh, don't mind me! Wouldn't bother me one bit, if you couldn't already guess that-"

"Inara, what the HELL is all of this? What's going on? How do I OWN this club?" Jimmy interrupted, eyes bugging out with panic.

"Oh, that? I just granted your first wish, silly!"

Jimmy just stared at her in uncomprehending panic and she eventually blinked and sighed with a smile.

"Oh, so you want the whole story then? OK, fine, I think I really outdid myself, personally, but I'll let you be the judge! Once upon a time . . ."