Kindly, but not to Eve's satisfaction

"Okay, so I think I have three complaints here. First, you think we are wasting your skills. I want to address that one first. I have to be honest here: you are not a good accountant. In fact, you are terrible at math, completely illiterate, and unable to understand or use even the simplest of electronics. Why do you think you were fired so suddenly from your last job? Here, allow me to demonstrate: how many more throat-cleaning repetitions do you still have to complete?"

Eve had been counting very precisely during the entire night. She had just passed seven hundred completed. "I haff ree un-reh eff." ["I have three hundred left"]. John really was getting quite good at understanding her through the vibrations she sent down his dick. He felt like sticky telegraph, and chuckled at the thought. He looked down and saw her, studiously continuing with her throat cleaning repetitions.

"Wrong. You have only done two hundred, and have eight hundred more to complete. What kind of accountant can't even count? It's... in the title." Eve was struck to hear this. Was she really so terrible at being an accountant? It must be true. Oh... oh no. Her eyes fell, and she found herself staring down at John's legs in shame as she impaled herself on his dick. Was.. was that why she had been fired? It must have. Fuck. She was even more grateful that she had managed to get this job, now. Her tears, already streaming from the rate at which she was gagging herself, started to be accompanied by gentle sobs.

John's eye quirked for a moment. Her throat felt... really, really nice while she was sobbing. She was really milking his cock perfectly... but only when she seemed to have true sadness behind those tears. Hmmm. He realized that learning fact this really did not spell good things for Eve's mental health in the near future. He broke character to hold Eve's head down for a moment. Wow, that was really, really incredible. With every sob he saw he stomach muscles tighten and felt her clench down hard on his cock.

John found himself leaning into it for a moment. There! Right when Eve's stomach clenched and her face wrenched in distress, he felt her throat tighen around his cock as her eyes squeezed shut - and he shoved his dick as deep as he could, right at that moment. Her tight throat dragged across his shaft, causing Eve to sputter. John watched, and then the moment Eve's tears had her clench up, he SHOVED his cock down her throat again. The sputtering seemed to be pulling her out of her agony, though... and John wanted more of this. He tried to keep it going.

"Eve... you never were actually an accountant for your last job. They lied to you. How do you think I knew you were coming? They called me after you were fired." As he spoke, John watched Eve's stomach closely, waiting for... there! SOB - THRUST. John smiled at his success. He couldn't stop himself from moaning at the sensation "Oh, fuuuuuck. Anyway. After your first embarrassment of a report, they stopped filing what you gave, and instead had you act as eye candy. They knew you dressed like a slut, so they just kept you on file for the interns to jack off to behind your back while they called me up and told me they had a cock warmer for me who was absolutely useless as an accountant."

Oh, fuuuck. Yes. Eve was wracked with tears now, and literally shuddering. With each twitch, John pushed the back of her head hard into his hips. FUUUUCK, she was the best fleshlight in the world, he just had to keep insulting her.

"And they were right! You are actually showing a lot of potential in your new role! Really, you are well on the way to being the top cock specialist in your field. Imagine the opportunities that will cum! Just be careful not to allow all the smells and tastes to affect you. Many top cock specialists like yourself become mind-broken cum addicts eventually. I see your pussy is already growing wet. I see you struggling to keep yourself from playing with your clit. Please keep an eye on yourself and maintain a professional demeanor, and you'll be just fine."

Eve's hand idly drifted to her pussy. She rubbed her fingers around, and found herself to be quite wet. She was unable to tell if the moisture she found came from her pussy betraying her or the line of spit running down her chest.

Eve wasn't able to stop herself from playing with her clit a little bit while she was down there. Maybe she was a slut... No! She was a nice, conservative woman. She refocused on her professionalism and paid attention to her throat cleaning repetitions as she listened further, sliding John's dick as deep into her throat as she could.

"As for the second complaint - your boss cumming in your throat? I wish you had the wherewithal to show more professionalism here. We received a couple complaints from him too. In one, he accused you of being so turned on by your job as cock warmer that you purposefully tongued him to completion, all for the sake of the chance to taste his cum. You hate the taste of cum, I know - you find it runny and gag-inducing. But he accuses you of secretly fetishizing the disgusting taste. I was unsure at first, but your wet cunt confirms it, young lady. I see you playing with yourself! You are well on your way to being just another cum-hungry penis-warmer. You know in your heart of hearts that his accusation is true. This is so, so shameful! And how dare you accuse your boss to cover your own shameful behavior. John is a model employee here, and I know you feel horrible about having attacked his career. I will overlook this matter, but I expect you to go above and beyond from here on out, even doing things that you know John might need without him needing to ask."

"And last - head petting. I understand that this brings about the deepest shame in you. It makes you want to debase yourself in the most disgusting ways, if only to fit the role it seems to place you in. So I will encourage John to use it only as a punishment. But we must look forward. How would you like John to communicate that he feels you have done a job well done?"

"IIM OFF AAN FOO" she yelled into the cock in her throat. ["Time off, and food.]

"I'm afraid that your meals are prescheduled, and your contract does not allow for any time off at all! You'll have to work overnight as well, I'm afraid. But I have here a list of things that John might do to help you feel a sense of accomplishment. You might prefer a light slap - like this?" John slapped her.

"MO!" ["No!"]

"I see. Then how about he grab your nipple and twist lightly?" John demonstrated. "No? How about as hard as he can, like this? Still no. Alright. Hmmmm. Then what about if he were to pick you up and throw some fingers into your cunt, then tickle your g-spot briefly as a friendly gesture that means 'good job, employee'? Hmm. No to that one too, hmmm. Alright, well all we have left is a quick clit-slap. No, no need to confirm. I'll just write it down here in your file as your preferred employee motivation! Thank you for being so helpful in updating you file. Allow me to reward you for your assistance." John leaned over and gave Evelyn's clit a quick slap.

"I'm afraid we're not done here, though. I can see that you have failed in many of your tasks tonight."

"AAA OO YOO EEAM?" ["What do you mean?]

" Do you see the mess you have made on the floor? Look at it. See the mix of cum, spit, and piss gathered around your knees on the hardwood? Your boss is concerned about you shirking your duties. I'm going to have to put you through some remedial training, and then you'll have to make it right." John patted her on her head as he said this.

Eve felt so ashamed by being pet like an animal, and asked "AAH IEN O REMEIA RAINI - EEP!" ["What kind of remedial traini... EEP!]. Without warning, John let loose a new stream of piss into Evelyn's mouth. She started gulping as fast as she could, this time determined not to lose a single drop.

"Good job! I believe in you, you can do this!" John smiled at her as she gulped for her life, scowling at the rancid taste but determined to do a good job. "Almost done! You're really doing it! Great job, Evelyn! I'll make sure to put this on your performance review." John reached down and gave her cunt a firm slap as a reward.

Eve jumped at the sensation. She hated it, but after having really tried her hardest... it actually did make her feel a little warm inside to hear that her boss recognized the job well done. She wasn't aware of this, but that warm feeling of pride coupled with the slap was the beginning of conditioning. She would soon begin to associate a clit-slap with a warm pleasurable internal sensation.

"Thank you for speaking with HR! I'll go back to serving in my capacity as your boss once more.

John clears his throat and puts on a stern expression. "I hear you made good progress with your job training. I'll have to have you demonstrate your progress later tonight" John grabbed a cold beer from the table and took a long pull, refilling his bladder. "But I'm afraid we'll need to do something about this mess you've made. Just because you can do better now, doesn't mean that you may not be fired for your negligence earlier. You'll have to clean things up. Please remember the rules, Evelyn. I expect such great things from you."