Job offer

A week later, Meg found herself standing in Delgado's newly renovated penthouse office, her heart racing with anticipation. The transformation was astounding. Gone was the dilapidated house with its greasy pans and dusty walls. He now stood in a gleaming testament to wealth and power.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Sleek, modern furniture adorned the space, all clean lines and polished surfaces. The air was crisp and fresh, scented with a hint of expensive cologne.

Delgado himself was a changed man. His suit, tailored to perfection, accentuated his newly trimmed physique. His hair was neatly styled, and his face clean-shaven. The aura of defeat had vanished, replaced by an air of confidence and authority.

Meg's fingers trembled slightly as she held the contract, her eyes widening as she took in the figures. The salary was beyond her wildest dreams, more than tenfold what she currently earned. But it wasn't just the money that made her breath catch in her throat. It was the opportunity, the chance to lead her own team, to be truly independent.

She looked up at Delgado, who was watching her with a mixture of desire and admiration. "This is... incredible," she breathed, her mind racing with possibilities.

Delgado smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You've more than earned it, my dear. Your defense…"

Delgado's smile widened as he stepped closer to Meg, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her form. "Your defense was nothing short of masterful," he purred, his voice rich with admiration. "The way you dissected the prosecution's arguments, piece by piece, was a thing of beauty. Your command of the courtroom was mesmerizing - I've never seen a judge so thoroughly swayed by a legal argument."

He circled her slowly, his words dripping with praise. "Your attention to detail was impeccable. The way you uncovered that overlooked clause in the contract, turning their entire case on its head - brilliant. And your closing statement? Meg, I've heard seasoned lawyers with decades of experience who couldn't hold a candle to your eloquence and persuasive power."

Meg felt a flush of pride at his words, but a nagging doubt gnawed at her. "This all sounds too good to be true," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What's the catch, Delgado? There's always a catch."

Delgado chuckled, a warm, rich sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Ah, Meg. You're far too clever for me to try and trick you," he said, in a good mood. "By all means, take another look. I want you to be absolutely certain."

Meg's eyes scanned the document once more, taking in every clause and condition. The benefits were staggering - not just the salary, but comprehensive health coverage, a generous retirement plan, and even a company car. There was a clause about potential bonuses based on performance, with figures that made her head spin.

As she read, Delgado moved to the bar cart in the corner, pouring two glasses of amber liquid. The crystal clinked softly as he returned, offering one to Meg.

Meg accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against Delgado's as she took it. She brought the crystal tumbler to her lips, inhaling deeply. The rich aroma of aged oak and vanilla filled her senses. As the liquid touched her tongue, she closed her eyes, savoring the complex flavors. Notes of caramel and spice danced across her palate, followed by a warm, smoky finish that lingered pleasantly.

"This is exquisite," she murmured, taking another sip. "Is this the 25-year-old you told me?"

Delgado nodded, pleased by her discerning taste. "You have an excellent palate, my dear. I thought it fitting to celebrate with something truly special."

Meg swirled the amber liquid in her glass, watching as it caught the light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city skyline stretched out before them, a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows. She felt a heady rush of excitement, whether from the scotch or the moment, she couldn't be sure.

With a deep breath, she set down her glass and picked up the pen. Her hand moved swiftly across the page, her signature bold and confident. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders, replaced by a thrilling sense of possibility.

Delgado's face broke into a wide grin as he watched her sign.

Delgado smiled enigmatically and produced another document from his desk drawer. "I have one more contract for you, Meg," he said in a low voice. "This one has no legal standing whatsoever. But I would be most pleased if you'd read it."

Meg took the handwritten paper with curiosity. As her eyes scanned the contents, her cheeks flushed crimson. The document contained a litany of lewd promises and declarations:

"I, Meg, vow to be Delgado's devoted pleasure servant. I will warm his cock with my mouth or body whenever he desires. My holes exist for his use and enjoyment. I will ride his shaft for hours, milking every drop of his seed. My breasts are his to fondle, suckle and glaze with his essence. I will crawl on all fours and beg for his touch. My tongue will worship every inch of his body. I will wear revealing outfits of his choosing and service him under his desk during meetings. I vow to be Delgado's personal cum receptacle. My womb aches to be flooded with his seed. I will beg him to use me. My body is his canvas to mark and decorate as he sees fit." The list of perverse acts and pledges went on and on. Meg's breath quickened as she read, her body tingling with a mixture of shock and arousal.

Meg's expression remained impassive as she finished reading the salacious document. Her emerald eyes locked onto Delgado's, betraying no hint of her inner thoughts. The tension in the room was palpable as the seconds ticked by in silence.

Delgado shifted uncomfortably, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. Had he miscalculated? Gone too far? The confidence that had radiated from him moments ago seemed to waver.

Meg allowed the moment to stretch, reveling in Delgado's growing discomfort. She kept her face a mask of cool professionalism.

Finally, with deliberate slowness, Meg reached for the pen. Her manicured nails clicked against the polished wood of the desk as she grasped it. Delgado's eyes widened, following her every movement.

With a flourish, Meg signed her name at the bottom of the document. Her signature was bold and clear, reaffirming lewd promises above it. She set the pen down with a soft click that seemed to echo in the silent room.

Meg allowed herself a small, enigmatic smile as she slid the paper across the desk to Delgado. Her eyes never left his as she stood, smoothing her skirt with practiced nonchalance.

"Will that be all, Mr. Delgado?" she asked, her voice steady and professional.

Delgado's eyes fills with lust as he eagerly grabbed Meg, spinning her around and pushing her torso down onto the polished mahogany desk. Papers scattered to the floor as he pressed his body against her back.

"You fucking tease," he growled in her ear, his voice husky with desire. His hands roamed her curves hungrily as he ground his hardening bulge against her backside.

With deft movements, he hiked up her pencil skirt and yanked down her silky panties in one swift motion. Cool air kissed Meg's exposed skin, causing her to shiver in anticipation.

Meg couldn't suppress an excited giggle as Delgado's fingers explored her slick folds, finding her already wet and wanting. Her body thrummed with arousal as he teased her sensitive flesh.

"I'm going to fuck you silly as payback for that little stunt," Delgado threatened huskily, his hot breath tickling her neck. The filthy promise only heightened Meg's excitement, stoking the fire building low in her belly.

With a grunt, Delgado thrust into her welcoming heat. Meg gasped at the delicious stretch, her inner walls clenching around his thick shaft. He set a punishing pace, pounding into her with abandon. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office as Delgado claimed her roughly.

"Oh.. Ahh.. I... Ahh..." she whimpered, her nails digging into the polished wood of the desk as she tried to maintain her balance. Her hips bucked against him, seeking more of the delicious friction.

Delgado grunted in response, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He began to move, pistoning in and out of her with rough, relentless thrusts. Each stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through Meg's body, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock.

"Fuck, you're tight," Delgado growled, his voice strained with effort. "I can't wait to bred you."

Meg could not process his words; her mind was consumed by the tidal wave of sensations crashing over her. She felt as though she were drowning in pleasure, her body helplessly riding the waves. Every thrust of Delgado's hips pushed her closer to the edge, her breaths coming in short, **** gasps.

**** to hold on, Meg reached down between her legs, her fingers seeking out her clit. She rubbed it frantically, her movements mirroring the rhythm of Delgado's thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much; it tipped her over the edge.

"I'm cumming!" Meg screamed, her vision blurring as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her muscles clenched spasmodically around Delgado's cock, milking him with every pulse of pleasure.

Delgado roared in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully, his body vibrating with the **** of his climax. With one final, shuddering groan, he came, flooding her depths with his hot seed.

For a moment, they both lay there, panting and trembling. Meg's body still buzzed with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her muscles quivering uncontrollably. Delgado's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his hands slowly relaxing their **** grip on her hips.

"Well," Meg said finally, her voice a teasing mess. "Was that what you wanted?"

Delgado chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "Not quite," he replied, his voice already losing some of its earlier huskiness. "But it'll do for now."

He withdrew from her with a wet slurp, leaving her feeling oddly bereft. Meg straightened up, wincing slightly as she adjusted her skirt back into place. She turned to face Delgado, her expression unreadable.

"Ohh.. I am dismissed then?" she asked, her tone neutral. Inside, however, she was seething with curiosity and anticipation. What other devious games did Delgado have in store for her?

Delgado grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about we take this somewhere a little more comfortable?" he suggested, nodding towards the door leading to his private office suite. "I think we owe ourselves a proper reward for your hard work."

Meg hesitated for only a moment before nodding eagerly. "Lead the way," she said, her heart racing with excitement.

As they made their way to the private suite, Meg couldn't help but wonder what other delights awaited her. The thought sent another thrill of anticipation through her, making her shiver with eager impatience.