Treat Denise with respect

"I'm sorry to hear that, I must admit I chose you because I knew you were kind of a stereotypical business women."

"Yep, guilty as charged, I never have time for anything." She waves her hands in the air in an exasperated way before catching herself and returning them and her lips to your cock.

"Well, maybe we can make the best of things, maybe instead of focusing on your business today, today can be all about my cock. So just apply how you think of your business to my dick here." You pull your dick from her mouth and slap it lightly against her cheek and nose.

"I could never stop thinking about my business, it's my life."

"Well this is your life right now, you're now running a business called 'making my dick happy' prove to me you want that job and can handle that responsibility every day."

"Oh, I can!" she begins coquettishly licking around the head, sucking on the tip a bit.

"I don't believe you. How will you drive success at this company Denise?" Instead of responding she lowers her mouth fully onto your cock, stifling her chokes and pushing you deep into her throat where she holds looking up at you. She starts pushing her tongue around and slowly rocking her head tightly squeezing and massaging your dick.

She's doing such a great job and you just lean back enjoying it for a while as her mouth swirls around your cock. You can feel her squeezing her mouth tighter as she withdraws, starting perfectly timed strokes up and down your cock.

"You can check your phone." Immediately she slams her head down onto your cock and whips her phone on top of your chest, holding it with both hands. She works her throat down onto your cock and brings her phone closer to your crotch as it finally boots up. Stray strands of saliva spray her phone but she's still able to swipe away checking emails as she deepthroats you. She gets into a nice relaxed rhythm as she checks her emails and even takes a quick call, all her replys on it being a quick 'mmm-hmm' around your cock telephone.

"Tell you what Denise, if you can make me cum in the next minute, I'll come to your workplace to get a blowjob tomorrow." Denise throws her phone half way across the room and begins a frantic **** on your dick, gripping tight with her lips and using her hand to push her head down faster into your cock. Usually there was the occasional gag or **** but not now, you begin to buck your hips into her completely complacent throat and she meets them with a moan as she pretends to enjoy the experience.

"Oh baby cum for me." Denise takes you out of her mouth and begins jerking you rapidly. Tears and runny makeup stream down her face from the rough throatfucking she just gave herself.

"Right on my face, you can do it. Make me and my Secretary suck you tomorrow at one o'clock!" That does it and you gladly unload on her face, the first two jets spraying right down the middle of it while most of it she milks straight into her mouth. Her job done, she stands up and swallows as she turns away from you heading for the door keys already in hand.

"Bye, see you tomorrow at one o'clock!"
"Why one o'clock?"

"My lunch break, only time my schedule is clear" She slams the door and moments later the engine roars.

You of course, have no intention of ever giving her the time of day, and while her secretary is a good idea, you have no intention of letting her substitute.