Madeline Barrister

"She's here"

You look at her. The first thing you notice is her exuberant, feminine face. Her smile is big and eager, and framed by her short, braided black hair. You see no lines on her light brown skin. She's young. She must be in her early 20's.

As she comes closer, you notice her odd eyes. One is blue and the other is green. You imagine what it would be like to stare into these multicoloured pools as she sucks your cock. You shake your head. Since when did you become such a coomer?

She trips on her own feet, stumbling. So clumsy. You take a moment to look at her breasts, a modest c-cup. It's hard to make out much under her loose blouse, but you notice her defined hips under her pencil skirt.

"Sorry" she says. You notice her freckles, and what looks to be a faint scar on her right cheek.

"I'm Madeline Barrister." She says, looking down slightly. She bends down to speak to you at an eye to eye level. "I'm relatively new to this position, but I'm looking forward to making this work."

"And how exactly will this work?"

She suddenly looks away from you. How can she be this uncomfortable.

"W-well first, there are physical boundaries..." She looks away and pokes her fingers at each other.

"Yes?"

She looks at you. Still visibly uncomfortable.

"Yes."

There's a silence. Maybe she hopes you will fill in the blanks for her.

"Firstly, the policy of umm, physical boundaries. A hand shake or a fist bump is acceptable."

You feel immensely confused.

"Then how will I get my treatments?"

"I mean, to be clear, I'm just saying that outside of the treatments, I am not supposed to be touched inappropriately." She seems more straightforward. Finally.

"Alright. All business. What else?"

She giggles at that.

"We are allowed to address each other by first names."

"Alright, I'm John."

"Madeline" she says, smiling.

You shake hands, as the contract states.

"Banter is allowed, but no bullying is allowed for the sake of my mental health."

"Is that really in the contract?"

She shows you with a magnifying glass.

"Huh."

She becomes shy again.

"In the workplace, I am required to wear business casual outfits and.... lingerie" She breathes that last word out awkwardly.

"Take your time."

"And... it is required that you inspect my clothing several times a day as per company policy."

You don't know how to feel about that.

"We are allowed to be in a romantic relationship."

You look at her. You feel guilty for thinking of her like a piece of meat, but maybe something could blossom. It doesn't seem like anyone's looking out for her.

"In order to gain treatment, you will have to go to my office at the scheduled time."

"What if there's an emergency?"

"I won't be far away."

"There's more, my attendance is required at company events."

I guess that makes sense. Otherwise, how would you be able to attend?

"I am required to use birth control, and you are required to use condoms."

Understandable.

"In addition to... your medical treatment, I will also be responsible for supplies, managing messages, and acting as your receptionist."

You nod.

"You are required to have five treatments a day, specifically from... mutual masturbation, oral sex, rough sex on my desk for ten minutes, a once daily "free use" of either my mouth, anus or vagina, and a massage to relax your body, while I give you a final release with my hands. You are required to take photos and video as proof that these treatments took place."

She did not make eye contact for a second while saying that.

"Is this understood? Sign here."

You sign. She signs too. A little heart is in the first 'i' of her name.

"I'll drive you to the office. Hopefully I can get all your treatments done quickly so I can go home."

You chuckle. She doesn't.