Just a bit longer in the past

After twenty minutes went by with Jason happily tapping on his phone with his cock down Jennifer’s throat, the increasingly frustrated goth finally heard the door swing open.

“Ah, Mr. Kozstan, am I right?”

Jennifer couldn’t turn her head to check, but she recognized the voice of Tim Redthorn, the leasing manager.

“That’s right.” Jason responded too calmly for Jennifer’s liking. The young man was able to last a shockingly long time, and seemed a bit dismissive of Jennifer’s efforts. The short-haired woman had always been proud of her sexual prowess, and her competitive side had been working its way up in frustration. Jason didn’t know it, but part of the blowjob instructions she’d been given included not letting potential lease-holders cum until they had met with the leasing representative and signed on for a lease. Over the past twenty minutes, Jen thought Jason could have developed the impression that she simply wasn’t good enough at giving head to make him cum. She was sure that was a far cry from the truth, but she couldn’t prove it to the smug man enjoying her cyclical ministrations.

“I see you’ve already acquainted yourself with our hospitality committee,” Tim chuckled. Jennifer could hear him moving around the room to sit at his desk as she continued to gulp and slurp on Jason’s cock.

“Oh yes. They do amazing work around here,” Jason replied happily, “though I think Jen here might need some extra encouragement to enjoy it.”

Tim looked at the young man with an even gaze. Jason looked right back. Tim was in his mid-40s. He wore a crisp, light blue dress shirt and a deeply red tie. His receding brown hair was neatly combed back, and his sharp features would regularly knit together a slightly off-putting smile that was just a bit too wide to convince the average person he wasn’t faking it. He leaned back in his chair and nodded.

“She isn’t the only one, Mr. Kozstan. You’re planning to move into her unit on a month-to-month shared payment plan, correct?”

“Yup.” Jason curtly responded. Jennifer audibly gagged as he **** her head further down his shaft.

Tim seemed to view the move approvingly. “Tell me, Mr. Kozstan, are you interested in reducing your rent?”

“Always. What’s the catch?”

Jennifer’s eyes watered as she struggled for air at the base of Jason’s member. She didn’t like where this was going.

“You’ll be in charge of improvements to the hospitality committee. I suspect that, based on Jennifer’s… discomfort, you’re more than man enough to expand our program and take compliance to new heights. I’ll draw up a contract for you to sign tomorrow, if you’re interested.”

Jennifer coughed and spluttered even louder as Jason refused to pull himself out of her throat.

“Oh, don’t wait that long. I’m very interested. In fact, I was thinking maybe a building-wide dress code change would be nice for me.”

“To a limited extent, Mr. Kozstan. Currently, our policy limits changes to resident behavior. But, depending on the Congressional hearings next week, that policy might see some substantial alterations in the near future.”

As Jennifer’s chest heaved and her eyes fluttered, Jason finally dragged her off his cock to give her a moment to breathe. Saliva spilled from her lips down onto her uniform and into her cleavage as her lungs fought for air.

“I’d love to be involved in that, Tim. Sign me up.”

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    “Hey, wake up, girlie. We’re here.”