Jake takes you with him to work.

You follow behind Jake as he leaves, not wanting to stray too far from him in case he decides to punish you for it.
The two of you take an elevator down to a parking structure underneath the building where Al is waiting in a black sedan. The same car that you saw Jake in before he nabbed you off the street, a fact that gives you pause.
"Get in." Jake says, opening the door for you.
As you climb in, Jake's hand reaches under your skirt and palms your ass. Soon, the car gets underway.

You can't help but stare out the window as the sedan weaves it's way through the morning traffic of the city. There are so many people on the streets, making their way through their morning routines, never knowing of your plight. You desperately want to open the door, want to leap out, scream at the crowds that your will is not your own. But every time you make the thought to do so, the impulse stops before it reaches the rest of your body. Your arm twitches, almost as though it will pull the handle but never makes the movement.
Jake glances at you.
"Y'know, Dr. Reynolds told me that more complex commands would be harder to enforce. That's what that twitch is." Jake says.
You stay silent. You don't want to give him the ammunition for anything else.
"At least I know it's working." He says.

Soon enough, the car pulls in too another parking structure. This one is labeled "AlphaTech Corporate Headquarters/Sunset City Branch."
Al pulls into a parking space right next to an elevator. Walking around the car, Al opens the door for Jake.
"Thank you, Al." Jake says.
Al answers with "Of course, Sir."
The three of you enter the elevator and ride it all the way to the top floor. It lets you out in a very swanky looking hallway not unlike the one back in the apartment building. There is only one door at the end of the hall, one with a plaque reading "Jake Meadows: Chief Project Manager/Bio-Mechanics Division."
You say to Jake, "I remember you telling me you owned this place. 'Chief Project Manager?' I'm guessing that's not the head desk."
He replies, "It has it's perks. Not as much as I'd like but..."
'One of those being me', You think to yourself.

The office is actually really nice, truth be told. A big wooden desk, some art on the walls (which includes a big portrait of Jake's father,) and a small collection of **** in the corner. A collection that Jake instantly makes use of, by the by.
Al stands next to the door, arms crossed, while Jake addresses you directly. "Now, Nikki, Your task today is simple..."
The use of your "new" name makes you cringe.
"Today I have, ah, two?" He glances at Al who holds up three fingers. "Ah, three meetings today."
He wanders over to the desk.
"I want you to sit under this desk and suck me off until I tell you to stop. When I cum, just keep going. Try to swallow, though, I don't want you staining the floors when we see Dr. Reynolds later."
You step up close to him and snatch the highball glass out of his hand. You down it all in one go, feeling it burn on the way down. You slam the glass down on the desk with as much **** as you can without shattering it.
"Sure thing, Boss." Almost spitting out that last word.