Play along; there's too much at stake.

Without wasting any more time, I scoot a little closer and lower my slightly parted lips to Scott's offered dick. To my great relief, it's clean. I gather my resolve and get to work, rubbing my tongue along his entire length as he continues to swell at my touch.

As soon as he's hard enough to my liking, I open my mouth and draw him inside. Damn, this is actually some good cock. His length and girth are perfect for a satisfying blowjob. Large enough to make me work for it but not so big that I can't enjoy myself.

I start getting really into it, bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue around the tip. I relax my throat and bury my nose in his well-groomed pubic hair, getting a lungful of his strong masculine scent. I swallow twice to massage his length with the soft walls of my throat before coming back up for some air.

Why am I enjoying this so much? I've never had much of a problem with giving oral, but I'd never especially loved it, either. I could only assume it was the circumstance that made this exchange so exciting.

Scott held my fate in his hands. I had crawled on my hands and knees to service him without strictly being told to, and I found myself genuinely hoping he was enjoying it enough that when he **** me with his toys, that he would do it gently.

God, I was so turned on. Like many girls I knew, I had entertained the occasional damsel in distress fantasy. I'd often enjoyed reading stories or watching porn where the woman was **** or blackmailed or otherwise **** into sexually degrading situations. I had always felt that it was a safe kind of fantasy, an exploration of sexuality and desire.

I'd never considered that it would actually happen. It was thrilling but also humiliating and terrifying. I wasn't sure that I loved the reality as much as the fantasy but I couldn't deny my own arousal any more than I could deny Scott whatever he wanted from me. A thought that sent a pleasurable tingle all the way through my body as I bobbed my head up and down like a prostitute.

"That's enough. What do you want?" Scott's voice snapped me out of my rapidly spiraling thoughts and back to reality. He seems almost disinterested in my blowjob and I admit it hurt my feelings. Wasn't I good? Didn't he want me to finish him? It occurred to me that he probably got a dozen blowjobs a day and it wasn't reasonable to expect them all to finish if he wanted to stick to any kind of schedule.

I popped off his cock with disappointment. Had I actually been looking forward to tasting his hot seed? What was happening to me? I had to remind myself why I had even come to his office. Wiping some slobber from my chin, I raised my eyes to his.

"Oh, um. Mr. Jacobs, sir. I'm told I need to do my orientation... Sir." I felt awkward speaking with a fully-erect, glistening cock within inches of my wet lips. It actually took some effort to keep myself from wrapping my lips around it again.

I started to explain that I had been hiding in the supply room when the claim happened, but he didn't seem interested. He pointed somewhere behind me. "Take off your clothes and stand on the scale. Ruby will get your measurements. And hurry it up, I have things to do."

I complied quickly, stripping off the simple uniform and kicking off the heels. Soon I was naked again, and all Ruby was grinning at me with a tablet computer in her hands. She started with my weight. Then measured my height, bust, waist and hips. She moved in to the length of my limbs, my shoe size, the height of my neck, the dimension of my nipples. So many measurements. Some of them involved spreading my legs and some unnecessarily rough prodding around my embarrassingly wet snatch. She put something in my mouth that inflated until I thought my jaw would snap off, she shoved something unpleasantly far up my pussy.

By the time she said she was "all set" I felt deeply violated and was no less aroused than before. My pussy was so wet I could feel its wetness on my thighs.

Ruby handed the tablet to Scott, who took it and looked over the data, reading some of it out loud. "Five foot seven, 32C, 129 pounds... Hmm."

He set the tablet down and looked at me. "Well I'll be honest, Danielle. You're well suited to a number of things here. I think, however, considering your..." He gestured to the obvious wetness glistening on my thighs. "...condition, you might do well as a corporate whore. You know, to keep the executives happy. You do seem to know your way around a dick."

I blinked, "Excuse me?"

He went on, "We'd have to teach you some manners, of course. That position is really only for high-class girls. Hmm. Maybe that won't do."

I caught Ruby grinning at me from across the room. The bitch.

"You might go back to accounting. They're a profitable department and can always put a girl of your talents to good use."

He stood up and approached me, touching my breasts like he owned them. I stifled a moan. "Well, we'll just see where we end up, shall we? Let's begin your orientation."

He took a firm grip on the back of my neck and guided me towards one of the pieces of furniture that looked right out of a BDSM porno. "I've got something special planned for you."