Maybe not that bad

Besides he had a job to do. Find that book. He pulled out his phone and texted Danyssa to outline some of the situation. He was looking for a grimoire, really old, stolen from a safety deposit box in the oldest bank in the city, if she could just figure out who stole it and where it was now that would be greeaaat. Not an impossible task at all. He sighed. The book was probably long gone by now.

He headed back downstairs.

Arthur sat down at his desk and booted up his computer. Oh no. He had a request from the CEO in his inbox. It was a request for a video appointment at his earliest convenience. Attached was a read receipt that auto sent when the email was opened. So, fuck she definitely knows I’m back in the office. Shit, what does she want with me?

The CEO of Brightforge was known to be every bit the ruthless drow matriarch that men feared in times long past. In the olden days of heroes she would be queen of an underdark realm with an appropriately dramatic nickname like Queen Violora the Vengeful. And although now her activities were limited to board rooms and high rises, her cunning and efficiency were known to all to be fearsome and her attention to be avoided. Still by now she(or more likely an assistant) knew that he had seen her email. So he responded back that he was available at any time. His computer dinged back immediately and a video chat was opened. An assistant, a young? drow man, with an impeccable haircut and thick framed glasses, stared back at him, as small green hands tried to unbuckle his pants. Lexx conceded, mostly because Arthur hadn’t told her not to.

“Mrs. Violora is ready for you now.” The screen shifted. Saris Violora looked like every bit the dark queen in a ten thousand dollar suit, that Arthur imagined. Which didn’t help as his cock was being fished from his pants and he felt a warm tongue run up and down the length of his shaft. He didn’t even dare to look down, for fear of being discovered. Her hair was the purest white silk drawn up into a hairstyle he was sure cost more than his car.

“Mr. Penn.” She paused. “I’ve heard some wonderful things about how you’ve been handling things from Miss Shiavereth, and I wanted to follow up with you. I’m sure you know how high my regard is for her, so accolades from her carry quite a bit of weight.”

Arthur hid a flinch as a mouth began sucking the head of his cock.

“Th-thank you Ma’am.”

Hands gripped his cock and began pumping.

“Well I’m very impressed with what I’ve heard so far, so I was hoping to ask a personal favor. My granddaughter is beginning her internship and I’d like to rotate her through all the departments so she gets familiarized with all the operations of the company, and I would like to start her with you. So if you could have her shadow you for the next few weeks I would be appreciative.”

The mouth took more of him in, and began bobbing up and down. His hand clamped down on his armrest, Knuckles turning white.

“Um- yes! I would be happy to help out.”

She smiled. “Excellent. I look forward to hearing from you in the future. I have to run now but you’ll let me know if anything comes up, yes?”

He nodded “Of course.” She smiled again and ended the call.

Arthur groaned, shoving the desk away from him. Mata's head continued to bob up and down on his thick cock.

“Fuck. Are you trying to get me fired?”

She stopped and looked up at him, making eye contact before pushing his cock all the way down her throat and slowly shaking her head back and forth, her chin resting against the seat of the cheap office rolling chair. He couldn’t help it. He exploded down her throat. Thick white splurts of cum painted the inside of her throat. She stayed there totally unmoving until his cock stopped twitching before pulling back slowly, not breaking eye contact, until his dick exited her mouth with a faint pop.

“Hey, do you mind meeting my parents?”