No, You Want More of Amber

You look your assistant over, the 20 something alt girl is tempting, buy you're still intoxicated by the teen in your exam room. "No thanks." You say. "You can go home. I think I can mange this on my own."

Monica shrugs and says, "Ok boss. Thanks." Then gathers her things and leaves. You sit down for a moment, your pulse pounding in your chest as you read the google results over and over mulling your newfound power over. Finally with a sigh you head back into the exam room.

Amber looks miserable, and awkward looking into the middle distance right where you left her. She hasn't bothered to cover herself or clean your now dried cum off of her thighs and it takes you moment to realize it's because she's not sure if she's allowed to. That causes your cock to twitch just a little and you feel an unfamiliar twinge of dominant satisfaction shoot through your body.

"Ok, Amber, you're going to have to get me hard again so I can give you your medicine." You announce, causing her to jump a little as she notices you standing in the doorway to her side.

"Sure." She whimpers meekly. "Should I suck it or whatever?"

"Not yet." You tell her, not bothering to hide your delight. "You're going to have to turn me on first. Give me a show."

A flash of pure hate shines in her eyes but she sighs and groans, "Fine. Just please try to hurry. I have to leave in like half an hour."

"Of course." You dismissively say stripping out of all of your clothes and plopping down on your office chair. "But really, it's up to you how fast I get turned on now, isn't it Amber?"

Amber bites her lower lip, her braces making it clearly awkward as anxiety, anger, and disgust struggle across her face. "Ok." She takes her shirt all the way off and awkwardly stands with one hand on her hip, trying too hard to look sexy. "Do you like seeing me like this?"

"It's a good start. But it's not going to get me hard anytime soon." You answer honestly.

Panic shoots across her face and she repositions herself a few times, tears starting to build up in her eyes again. "What should I do?" She finally whines. "I've never really had to do something like this."