No, this won't fix anything.

"No..." you despair, throwing your head into your hands, "This won't fix anything. I don't know what to do..."

Gemma climbs off your lap and straightens up her skirt before walking over to pick up her panties from the ground.

"I lied," she says, walking back around and sitting on the desk next to you. "I sent the agreements off last Wednesday. Their legal department confirmed the deal's finalized."

You stare up at her with your mouth wide open. You flinch in surprise as she shoves her panties into your mouth, tasting the musk of her pussy, and in your distraction, she takes the opportunity to undo your pants and pull out your cock. She lifts it up, diving her lips down to your balls, exactly as she did during her interview. Your entire body seizes up as she begins sucking hard, and you feel the same helplessness as you did before. An insane wave of excruciating pleasure pulses up your spine, and your cock immediately starts leaking pre-cum all down the shaft.

"Looks like you aren't cut out for this position yet," she says, as she swaps from one ball to another. "I'm going to have to take charge until you learn. Understand?"

You manage to faintly nod your head in acknowledgement as you gasp and writhe uncontrollably in your chair.