Time to face Michelle

Opening the door to the main office, Jason was met by the icy glare of Myleene and Rachel, both wearing matching headsets as they dealt with clients calls. The demonic twins as Jason thought of them. Although they both looked very dissimilar facially, (Myleene was dark haired and dark eyed, suggesting perhaps some sort of arabic or perhaps latin heritage, whereas Rachel was dyed blonde), they both had similar physiques, curvaceous and intimidatingly attractive, and their hostility towards Jason seemed to be identical too.

Jason ducked their gaze and swerved past them to his own desk and dumped his jacket on the back of his chair. Before he even had time to turn on his PC, he saw the note in the middle of his desk.

MY OFFICE! NOW! it read. It wasn't signed but it was pretty obvious who it was from. Jason sighed and turned towards the small enclosed room off the main shared office space. He rapped on it twice and went in followed by the eager stares of the evil twins. He shut the door behind him, much to their disappointment.

"Hi Michelle", said Jason sitting himself down on the cheat facing onto her desk trying to appear as if this was a perfectly normal chat he was expecting. Jason looked her over, she was nastiness personified, true, but it was easy to see what her wife saw in her.

Michelle looked up then looked at her wrist to note the time, before standing to address him. Her tone was icy, but she attempted to make what she said seem reasonable.

"Jason, look, we have been here before. I've given you chance after chance and you continually let me down. Its not fair on the other staff to let you carry on like this. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to let you go. You're fired".

Jason took a moment to contemplate his reply. To be fair to her, it was a reasonable response to his timekeeping, his work ethic and his performance at work. However, he could see she was taking pleasure in it.

"No, I'm not", he said simply.

"Wh... what!?" she said in surprise, having expected either an emotional breakdown or some sort of aggressive confrontation, rather than a straightforward denial.

"You're not firing me. In fact, come round here, right now and apologize," he said, standing up and unbuttoning his pants, "and suck my dick".

"I, I, I,..." started Michelle flustered, but hurried around her desk in her shiny high heeled black pumps while he dropped his pants and boxers, before squatting in front of him... "How?"

Jason didn't answer, but he could remember writing that Michelle would do anything he said, on his notepad when he had spoken to her in a videocall the day before, and knew that it would still hold true. In moments, she was in front of him. "This is ridiculous. I won't. You cant make me do this", but dropped to her knees in front of him. "I'm Sorry!" she blurted out then clapped her hands in front of her mouth, realizing what she just said.

He grabbed the back of her head and she removed her hands from her face before opening her lips wide to receive his cock.

"Ahhhhh", he sighed in satisfaction as Michelle began to suck and bob on his cock. She looked up at him silently making eye contact, seemingly unable to believe what she was doing. "That's better. That's where you belong, on the end of my dick", he told her. "No, you are not firing me. You're giving me a pay rise instead." Then he thought about it a little more as she continued to slide her lips up and down his shaft, "and a promotion. Yeah, a promotion. Office supervisor, or assistant manager. Something like that. I'm in charge of the rest of the staff now. Oh that's good. Yeah use your tongue too Michelle." he encouraged and sat down on his seat to let Michelle carry on her **** blowjob. "And make sure you swallow it all when I cum in your mouth too!"

Jason leaned back and sighed with enjoyment to watch Michelle's red lips slide up and down his cock.