The CEO's PA

Catelyn Brown's eyes widened as she noticed the white gunk dripping down the brunette's cheek - the widened even further as she saw the mighty column of flesh between the man's legs. For a moment, she was frozen in place, glancing up to meet the man's cool gaze, as the receptionist obliviously continued scraping the semen off her face and licking it off her fingers.

Finally Cat's brain restarted, and she quickly shut the door, pressing her back to it as her moderate chest heaved with sudden panic. The redhead stared at her reflection in the spotless window opposite, searching her own freckled face and blue eyes for reassurance. She had known taking the job of PA to the most youngest ever female fortune 500 CEO was a big step up for her, but she wasn't prepared for just how rancorous some people could be. It's not the first time you've walked in on something like this, she reminded herself. You're an adult now. Sex is a thing. You just have to be professional, Cat.

Taking a breath, Cat straightened the creases in her blouse, and knocked on the door. It suddenly swung open, to reveal the brunette who had brought up their visitor, cleaner than before, though her hair was still messed up. "Hi, Miss Brown. Alpha Man - this is Ms Steele's PA, Cat. I hope your experience so far has been satisfactory, and I'll leave you in her capable hands." With a slight smirk, she brushed past the demure secretary. Cat raised a hand after her, wanting to tell her there was still some white residue in her ear - but couldn't find the words. She turned back to their guest, calming her mind. Wow, he's hot.

"Ms Steele and Mrs Patel are ready to see you, sir," she announced, resisting the urge to lick her lips. "If you'd like to follow me."

You follow the young woman along the corridor, admiring how despite her slender frame, her pencil skirt is tight enough to watch every movement of her butt. Her strawberry blonde hair is arranged into a neat braid that falls between her shoulder blades. You can't help but replay that moment when she walked in on you and Abigail - her freckled face looked so innocent, but awestruck, before a flash of terror kicked in.

She holds open a tinted glass door for you, and you enter a stunning meeting room, with wall-to-wall windows offering spectacular views of the city in two directions. You barely notice the view, far more interested in the two women waiting to meet you. An attractive, brown-skinned woman in her 40s was wearing a burgundy dress, her black hair drawn into a ponytail, proudly displaying her bindi. Mrs Patel, you assumed. And at the head of the table, rising to greet you, was a woman who could only be Ms Steele, the most respected businesswoman in the country. A grey suit matches her stormy grey eyes, doing its best to cover her generous bust in a professional style. Straight blonde hair hangs neatly to her shoulders. As she straightens, you notice that she's tall - almost as tall as you, and strong, by the look of her trouser-clad thighs. From her physique and her posture alone, it's clear why this woman has risen so high so quickly.

She welcomes you with a confident smile. "Alpha Man. I'm Cynthia, the CEO, and this is Meera, my CFO. May I say how glad we are to be able to thank you in person for your efforts at the high street branch yesterday." You nod an acknowledgement, shaking the proffered hand. "But I must say, this visit comes as a pleasant surprise to us."

"It's nothing serious," you reply easily, taking a chair opposite Meera. The redhead PA sits a couple of seats along from her, a pad of paper ready. "I just wanted to check that everything is in order for you - and ask if you have any leads on the Contortionist."

"I'm afraid not," answers Ms Steele, also taking her seat. "Our best hope is to watch the auction houses for when the stolen items appear."

You frown. "Well, please do let me know if you do find anything."

"Of course." The CEO glances at her CFO. "Actually, we were hoping to make you an offer." You raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to go on. "We would like to make a donation to your group of heroes, by way of thanks. Discreetly, of course, for legal reasons."

"Around £25,000," adds Mrs Patel, her Indian accent strong. She seems mesmerised by you - her eyes haven't left your body since you stepped through the door. In fact, her breathing seems to be getting heavier by the second, as your pheromones begin to take effect. The innocent, pale-skinned girl to her left is practically shaking, gnawing her lip in a titanic show of self-control. Cynthia Steele, however, seems totally unaffected.

Your mouth twitches in amusement. "That's very generous - though unfortunately it does fall short of our current needs. Is there any way I could convince you to be a little more generous?"

Both Meera and Cat look like they want to respond, but their boss beats them to it. "I'm afraid not." The two other women look at her in disbelief, but Cynthia doesn't seem to notice. "This is already an off-the-books transaction. Any more and someone might take notice. Your group of superheroes is currently illegal, whether or not we at Crescent agree."

You can't help but smile. You're glad she lives up to your expectations. "Ms Steele," you begin, rising and slowly walking behind her. She turns her head to follow you, her expression unmoved. "I don't think you fully appreciate the opportunity I'm offering." You place your hands on her shoulders, and lean to whisper in her ear. "Think of what we could do together."

The blonde shivers, glancing to her subordinates - a first crack in her armour. "I'm... not sure what you're referring to," she replies.

You tut at her, rubbing your hands up and down her arms. "Look at your two colleagues," you instruct her. Meera has a look of open lust on her face as she watches you, whilst Cat keeps grabbing at her blouse, fighting herself to retain any semblance of self-control. "They'll do anything you tell them to. Don't you want to use your power? Reap the rewards of your position?"

Cynthia takes a shuddering breath. "I..."

"You're a powerful woman, Ms Steele," you purr, cupping her cheek in one hand and turning her to meet your eyes. Gone is her cool professionalism, replaced by childlike indecision. "I want you to wield your power. Release your deepest, darkest desires. Take what it is you really want."