Back to New York

After taking care of business in Italy, you return to New York where you go home and have dinner with your family. The rest of the week turns into a routine of crime fighting and get more public recognition, then back to the mansion where you've been having Olivia sleep in your bed every night.

On the weekend, you pop over to Los Angeles for a quick tryst with Margot Robbie. She's none too happy to see you, but spreads her legs for you nonetheless. Unfortunately, her heavily endowed neighbor is out of the country for a photo shoot.

When Monday comes, you wake up early. Olivia is already gone, so you get dressed and teleport in to the New York Tribune office downtown. After a week of your exploits, the media is already speculating about how you've managed to become a hero. Some of the speculation is close, talking about teleportation and the mastery of time and space, but nobody has it exactly right. You've been declining to elaborate, and for those law enforcement who push, you easily use the mind control ring to persuade them to drop it.

The moment you walk into the lobby you can sense people's eyes on you. The security guard greets you with a smile, and let you through even though you don't have a badge. The elevator is crowded at this time of the morning as you squeeze in. There's an awkward silence on the ride up.

When you reach the top floor where the Tribune's offices are, you walk into the bustling newsroom. Some of your new colleagues notice you, giving you a friendly wave or nod. Others have their heads buried in their computer screens, typing away furiously. You walk straight to the editor's office, where her assistant Amanda is waiting for you in front of the door. You hadn't met her the last time you were here, and she's stunning. She's African-American, and stands slightly taller than you in her high heels. Her jet black hair is let down to just below her shoulders, and she has a very slim figure. Her skin is a light mocha with perfect complexion and high cheek bones. Amanda's wearing a white business jacket over a black crop top and matching white skirt. Her perfume is a sweet fragrance, and you can smell it even ten feet away as you approach the door. If you had seen her in the street, you would have thought she was a runway model, instead of the assistant of a newspaper editor. Her breasts look to be a moderate size.

"Hi John!" she greets you with a smile and offers her hand. "It's so good to finally meet you! Laura has been raving about you and we're all very excited to have you join us!"

You shake her hand, noting how soft it is, almost forgetting to let go.

"She's expecting you," Amanda says, opening the door inwards for you. She closes it behind you after you enter.

Laura is wearing a similar outfit as the last time you saw her. White button-down shirt tucked into a black skirt. She probably has multiple sets of the same clothes. She gets up from behind her desk and rushes to hug you before you can sit.

"John! Who would have known you would turn into the city's hero since I hired you! Already, the newspaper's ad revenues are significantly up and everyone wants to buy a copy of the Tribune to read about you!" Laura says excitedly. She wasn't this happy during your last encounter, but you guess circumstances had changed and she had adapted her mindset as well.

"Listen, you're the star here, so just keep doing what you do. You don't even have to hand in any stories if you don't want to. We can get someone else to write them and slap your name on it. Amanda will show you your corner office in a bit, and nobody will disturb you there."

"Uh, okay," you say. You still taken aback by Laura's complete change in attitude towards you. It appears she is willing to look past the fact that you had blackmailed her just a week ago, for a job and a blowjob.

She looks at you and realizes what you're thinking. "Don't worry, I'll still honor our agreement. I've just come around to understand that we can make this work for both of us."

"Great! I fully intend to work on stories, but I'll pick them and submit them at my own leisure. Also, I think it would be good if I only did interviews with our paper, so that we can sell those as exclusives," you say. For the next ten minutes, you and Laura dive into a discussion on your role at the paper, and other business opportunities.

Laura has been sitting on the edge of her table this whole time, looking down at you in the chair. As you hash out the final details of your job, Laura takes a deep breath and clears her throat. You wait in anticipation.

"So the last time you were here, you wanted a blowjob..." she says softly.

"Yes, and it was excellent," you respond. It really was.

She blushes and continues, "I know there were no exact terms of the blackma--, I mean agreement, and if you want another blowjob right now, that's fine, but I have a counteroffer."

You're intrigued. "Go on..." you prompt her.

She reaches behind her and pushes the a button on her phone. It's the speaker, and her assistant Amanda is on the other end. "Amanda, come in." She doesn't wait for a reply and hangs up.

Nearly immediately, Amanda comes in the door and shuts it behind her. She stays by the door, waiting for Laura's instructions.

"Amanda," Laura gestures at the ebony beauty, "is my assistant. She's only 22, studied fashion in college and used to be a runway model. We met at last year's fashion week, where she begged me for a start in the news world."

"Now, she has no journalism degree or experience, but she did show me a few writing samples on the spot and I was impressed that she knew who I was," Laura goes on. You wonder where this is going.

"So I made her an agreement. If she were to become my assistant - my previous one had just quit because she got married and decided to be a housewife - if she were to become my assistant for three years and does everything I tell her to, I'll make her a reporter. Is that right, Amanda?"

The assistant nods her agreement.

"So this morning," Laura continues, "We were talking about arrangements for you coming on board, and well, Amanda, come over here and show John what we discussed."

Laura waves her assistant over, who hurries to your side. She removes her jacket, hanging it on the back of your chair, and gets down on her knees in front of you. Looking at you with a smile, she unbuckles your belt and pulls your cock out. Laura, who is directly behind and above Amanda, wets her lips subconsciously when she sees your familiar cock. From where you're sitting, you now have a better view down the assistant's top, which is showing off her nice cleavage. You estimate her to be about a 34B.

Amanda strokes your cock with both hands, and spits a long drip of saliva onto it, using it as lubricant to rub your cock. She's definitely done this before, and you wonder how often Laura pimps her assistant out to gain something. Amanda puts your long cock into her mouth, deepthroating it with ease as her head bobs up and down. You pull your phone out to take a picture of the beauty woman's mouth around your cock, and Laura reaches out a palm.

"Here, I'll record this so you can watch it later," she says, grabbing the phone from you. She pulls up another chair beside the two of you and sits, using her free hand to pull Amanda's hair back so that her face is not obstructed from the camera. You catch the assistant glancing at her boss out of the corner of her eye while smiling mischievously.

You hang your head back off the back of the chair and close your eyes, enjoying the blowjob you're receiving. The only sounds you can hear is Amanda slurping on your cock hungrily like her life depends on it.

"Okay, enough," you hear Laura say. Amanda gives your cock one last suck and kisses the tip, and you tilt your head back down to see what's going on. Surprisingly, Laura bends over and gives your cock a couple of sucks, using plenty of tongue, before grabbing Amanda's face and kissing her on the lips. It's not a long kiss, but you can tell there's some tenderness between the two women.

"Wow, that was great!" you say. "But, um, I, um..."

Laura chuckles. "Don't worry, John. Amanda, go ahead."

The beautiful assistant stands up and turns around, leaning on her boss's desk. She hikes her creamy white skirt up, revealing her toned thighs and black laced panties. Laura pulls the panties down until they fall, landing around Amanda's ankles. You're greeted with a bald mocha pussy. The young woman bends forward, jutting her ass up. You can tell her works out a lot. Her ass is tight and round, and looks like you could bounce a coin off it. You're half-tempted to try. Now standing, Laura pulls you up from your seat and gives your cock a few more strokes.

"Go ahead," she says, guiding your cock towards Amanda. "And don't worry, she's on birth control."

You don't need any further invitation as you grab Amanda's slim waist and slam your cock into her. She yelps through closed lips, trying not to be too loud. You start to fuck her, reaching around with one hand to cup her left breast through the flimsy crop top. Your hand worms under her top, and you push her bra up to gain access to her bare breast. Her nipple is round and flat, and you squeeze her breast as hard as you can every time you thrust forward into her warm pussy.

"Fuck! This is good!" you gasp. Amanda is struggling to hang onto the desk as you increase your pace. In those heels, she's half pushing back with her ass to meet each thrust of your hips. She starts to cum about a second before you do, as you keep fucking her spasming body. You have to move your left hand away from her breast and cover her mouth to prevent her to moaning too loudly. Once you're done, you pull out and collapse backwards into the chair. Amanda is spent, as she lies forward on the desk, still pointing her ass at you, and you can see some of your cum on the outer lips of her pussy.

Laura, who has recorded the entire session, hands you the phone. She goes over to kiss her assistant on the cheek for a job well done, then sits back down beside you.

Still panting, you say, "I accept your counteroffer. But that doesn't mean you get to keep your pussy from me."

Laura shrugs. "I didn't expect it to. Amanda will be available to you anytime you want. She'll even make a house call if you so desire."

"Good. I think I'm going to like working here."