Performance review

You really, really don't want to go back to the office where Jeremy is waiting for you. Your skin crawls at the thought of being cooped up in that cramped room with him, and you shudder at the memory of him pulling your hand toward the bulge in his pants. Rubbing at your arm where he'd grabbed it, you look out at the crowd of customers.

They're all staring at you, the hunger clear in their eyes. Your breaths get shallow as you imagine what will happen when you walk out there. Will you even make it to the man with the backwards cap? The one who beckoned you with his transparently absurd request? Or will you be grabbed by the first man you get close to? All the come-ons and crude words these men showered on you as you made their food come rushing back to fill your imagination. You see yourself in your mind's eye, being swallowed up by the crowd, as a dozen different depraved things all happen to you at once. All you'd have to do is take one step into that dining area, and it would all be over.

The next thing you know, you're pushing open the door to the back office. Some of the customers had jeered and taunted as you practically ran away from the dining area, but you didn't care. The thought of giving yourself up to those awful men was too much to handle, and so here you are. Entering the tiny room at the far back corner of the shop, your nose is assaulted by the smell of stale air, hot plastic, and sour body odor.

"Hey dummy. What took you so long?"

Jeremy is seated in the single chair in front of a desk crowded with disorganized papers and grimy office equipment. He's slouched back with his legs spread, mouth smirking under his patchy mustache and one hand rubbing at his crotch as he looks at you. You can't take your eyes away from his bulge as he crudely strokes it, and you feel your body get warm as you shut the door behind you.

"S-sorry, boss. There was a lot of mess, and... the customers..."

"Yeah, about those customers. You sure gave them quite a show out there, dummy." Jeremy's smirk widens and reveals his uneven teeth. "Since I had to help do your job I didn't get to see it that good. Show me what you were doing, I gotta be sure it's up to the standards of our fine establishment."

Your breaths get heavy, and the stale air of the room starts to feel unbearably warm. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Jeremy's green eyes flash. "You know exactly what I mean, dummy. Shake those tits for me, like you did for all the guys out there."

Your mouth twists into a grimace. Doing it out there, with all those strange men watching you, had been thrilling in a way you'd never before experienced. Part of you was excited to show off your body for an audience like that. Doing it for your disgusting manager, on the other hand...

"What the fuck you waiting for, dummy? Do you really want me to call the new owner? I'm sure he'd be real pissed to be bugged about an ungrateful employee." His hand starts reaching toward the phone on the desk.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you sullenly twist your torso side to side to make your breasts sway back and forth. For some reason, giving in to Jeremy's demands just makes that heat inside you flare. Seeing his smirk widen, watching him squeeze his bulge, doesn't make you angry. Instead, it just makes you feel even more resigned to what you know is coming.

"Alright, alright, not bad, dummy. Come here, I want a better look."

You feel an urge to walk out, get away. Everything about Jeremy fills you with revulsion. Surely it's better to take your chances with the customers than put up with more of this? In spite of your inner conflict, you feel your feet taking you closer to your manager until you're standing right in front of him. "Is this close enough, boss?"

Jeremy just nods, his eyes glued to your chest. You start to shake your breasts again for him, hating yourself even as a part of you is responding to the hunger in his eyes. This is what you wanted to do, right? You didn't have to come back here and give in to him like this.

I'm not fucking giving in to anything.

This is just part of the job.

You're jolted out of your inner dialogue by Jeremy lunging forward and pulling you into his lap. Your legs are straddling his crotch, his bulge pressing against your throbbing pussy. A sharp gasp becomes a groan of disgust as he starts to rub his greasy face against the soft skin of your breasts. His unwashed mullet brushes against your mouth and nose, filling you with a rolling wave of revulsion. That wave comes up against the heat inside and starts to blend with it, and before you realize what you're doing your crotch is grinding against his and your hands are at the back of his head, pulling his face harder against your chest.

Jeremy's teeth start to chew at your soft flesh, and suddenly he pulls at your bra, exposing one stiff nipple which he quickly stuffs into his mouth. You moan at the unexpected sensation, grunting and squealing as he sucks and licks and nibbles at your sensitive bud. Unable to help yourself, you grind even harder into his lap, **** to relieve the throbbing heat in your pussy.

After a couple of minutes, Jeremy finally pulls his mouth off you and looks up into your flushed, panting face. "Alright, dummy, I think that'll do just fine." He gives your breasts one more lick with his slimy tongue. "Now that you passed the review, it's time for that extra nice treatment."

That didn't count? Before you can question him you yelp in surprise as he shoves you off his lap to land heavily on your ass between his legs. You try to understand how the painful impact of your landing made the heat inside flare again, but your thoughts are stopped by the sight of Jeremy unzipping his pants. Breaths heavy, you watch as he reaches in and pulls out his stiff, unwashed cock. Your eyes lock onto the sight of precum dripping from the wrinkly tip, and in spite of yourself your mouth starts to water. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"C'mon, dummy, wrap those nice tits of yours around your boss's dick. If you don't get me off before another customer gets here you're gonna regret it."

Head spinning, you fold your legs under you and get up on your knees to bring your chest level with his crotch. Leaning forward, you reach up to squeeze your breasts around his clammy meat. Taking a deep breath – and pulling in a noseful of his sour crotch odor – you get to work, rubbing him up and down with your soft, pliant flesh. Jeremy reaches down to pinch and tease your exposed nipple, making you whine in confused pleasure.

"You like that, don't ya dummy? You like being nice to your boss like that. I might have to make this a more regular part of your duties."

You moan, at the feeling of his cock between your tits, at the intense stimulation he's giving your nipple, and at the knowledge that you've willingly gone along with everything he's asked of you. You're completely disgusted with yourself, but that disgust is somehow just making the throbbing in your pussy even worse. I... I do like this, don't I? Why? What is going on with me?

You didn't have to do this. You didn't have to follow Jeremy's orders, come to the back room, debase yourself for him like this. But here you are, on your knees, his disgusting cock dripping precum all over your breasts. How did it come to this?

And why is your pussy aching to be touched?

Jeremy grabs your hair with one hand and pinches your nipple with the other. "Say it, dummy! Say you like being nice to your boss!" He spits in your face as both hands twist.

"Hnnnnnnh! I... I like it... I like being nice to you, boss." You don't know what's more confusing: how true the words sound as you say them, or the way the pain from your pulled hair and twisted nipple is making your clit buzz.

Or is it how you wish he would spit in your face again? It's what I deserve for being so fucking pathetic.

Jeremy grunts and you feel his cock throb between your breasts. Sticky, stinking jizz spurts out, most of it splashing on your face with the last dribbles running over your chest. You pull back and sit on your haunches, breathing heavily. You feel absolutely disgusted with yourself.

You've never been more turned on in your life.

Jeremy smirks down at you as he stuffs himself back in his dirty trousers. "Not a bad start, dummy. You may not be so useless after all."

Before you can respond, you hear the muffled sound of someone asking for service at the counter. You pull your bra up over your exposed nipple, but Jeremy grabs your wrist before you can do anything else.

"Alright, dummy, you're off my shitlist for now, but don't even think about cleaning yourself off. Helping the customer is your first priority. Got it?"

You look up at him, your pussy burning with **** need, his thick cum dripping off your face. This is just what I am now, huh?