They shift

It's an interesting change that comes over the two partners. Henry won't meet Jason's eyes. Jason reads into that that he's not entirely off in the first place, maybe. Maybe Henry was always more inclined to select attractive people. Jason always wondered if Yasmine's appearance had anything to do with her selection, outside the minor nepotism, but she was good enough he never had any reason to doubt it out loud. Alternatively, maybe his question shifted something in him, loosening his professional side.

Yasmine, on the other hand, started laughing. "Of course I did. She's sooo hot. And you should have seen your face the first time you caught her flirting with a client." Her giggles are clearly at Jason's expense. He doesn't know if she'd previously been into girls, or even if she is now. He'd read somewhere that women are more likely to masturbate to the idea of women receiving pleasure than about men giving it.

"Wait, Henry, has she seduced you? You're a married man."

"Well it's like you said, she can seduce anyone she wants," Henry said instead of answering.

"Don't tell me..." Jason feigns shock. "She hasn't managed to get you to bed yet, right?" he asks Yasmine. He wants to make sure he's there to see it when that finally happens.

"Not for lack of trying," Yasmine says, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Apparently the girl's powers of seduction were intense enough for Yasmine to take pride in resisting her. That's impressive. "She actually wants me," she says, with an implicit "unlike you."

"Huh. Well, can we consider this resolved? I won't leave any kind of paper trail and no one will know this is an office of debauchery." He gets up in righteous indignation. "But to be clear, did you fuck Henry for the job?" he asks Yasmine, as if a final rebuttal, before leaving for his own office. He wondered what the consequences of that would be. Was it a one-and-done thing, or something long term. Yasmine may be more than competent, but it would be sexier if she had to fuck her way up. And today, what's sexy is the most important thing.

There's only one more thing Jason wants to see before heading home for the day, and that's how Kaylee handles his afternoon appointment. Throughout the rest of the morning and early afternoon he could see how bored she is. Practically no phone calls or emails, or anything else work related to keep her occupied. She isn't doing any sort of homework anymore. It's as if her promiscuity had replaced her studiousness. That, or she doesn't have anything to study today. To keep her entertained, Jason asks if she watches porn at work. She does, now, and plays it at full volume. It's incredibly distracting, but hot to see her glance over at him whenever it gets to a particularly loud part. She must be thirsty, because she seems to take more bathroom breaks than normal.

Finally Mr. Vang arrives. He's a younger man (at least to Jason's estimation), though not very attractive. Out of what he expects to be Kaylee's type anymore. He puts a phone to his ear to pretend he's on a call again, and motions for Kaylee to keep Mr. Vang busy. She does not seem to have any issue with that. She stretches and moves to the other side of her desk. She stands close to the man, leaning against her desk with her feet straddling his, which didn't seem to shock him at all. In this new world, he has probably been in this situation plenty of times before. They chat and laugh, and eventually he leans down for a kiss. She puts a finger on his lips to stop him, moving her other hand to the bulge in his pants. Finally, this shocks him. She strokes his bulge more until she deftly pulls down his zipper. Fishing out his dick, Jason realizes it's really not that impressive. Not nearly as impressive as Kaylee seems to be suggesting it is.

Jason wishes he could hear what she's saying, but whatever it is makes Mr. Vang very happy. That, or the hand on his penis. She continues to stroke his penis, faster and faster. At one point she looks over at Jason, who has long since stopped pretending to be on the phone, the receiver hanging limply from his hand, and winks. "Even this cock gets to have me and you can't," her look seems to say. She stands close to him, her hand working hard, whispering something to the man who looks paralyzed. He cums, then, and she moves her hand to catch it. As Vang recovers, she licks his cum from her palm, looking Jason in the eye the whole time.

Jason recovers his composure (from the waist up), setting down the phone. He motioned toward his door. Still licking her palm, Kaylee opens the door and says to Vang, who still has his cock out, "Mr. Tyler is ready for you now."

Mr. Vang doesn't say much during the meeting.