A more direct approach.

Madeline takes a depth breath and steps forward placing both hands on the Overseer’s ornate desk, leaning over the desk enough for her conveniently showing cleavage to be at just the right height.

“Look Overseer McIntire—I want to go on this expedition—and maybe I can…convince you of my expertise in a more…hands on way?” Madeline smiles devilishly.

His eyes narrow on her sensual curved breasts then back to her eyes. “What…what do you mean Madeline?” He stirs uncomfortably in his chair.

Madeline moves slowly around the Overseers desk and sits on the edge of his table.

“Let me show you some basics of human anatomy Overseer McIntire. I promise you, I can convince you of my skill.”

“Madeline I don’t know if tha-“ She cuts him off as she moves down to her knees in front of him, her hands guiding down his vault suit one slowly unzipping his utilitarian attire the other moving to his growing bulge in his crotch.

“Madeline!?” he squirms for a moment before she suddenly has his growing cock in her soft hand and she rubs it slowly.

“Overseer McIntire—I promise I know how to handle the human body—I am basically a doctor. You need people like me on this expedition.” She doesn’t let him say anything before she places his cock’s head in her mouth and sucks in quick short strokes. Her soft lips wrapping around his manhood as he moans audibly with pleasure.

“Oh Madeline—oh god-“ He bites his lip with pleasure as she begins to take more of him into her mouth. He leans back into his chair—enjoying the experience as noted by his soft moans of pleasure. Madeline can tell she is doing a good job, she always was good on her knees. She wasn’t a slut by any means growing up—and everyone in the vault messed around as children—there is only so much one can do to avoid boredom. But she knew her way around a cock, and she knew that men could be in power—but even on her knees she could control a man.

She took more of him in her mouth, going down to the base of his average length manhood.

He wasn’t anything to write home about but he wasn’t small either. She moved in long slow strokes, sucking ever so harder at the head. His moans were becoming louder and his chest was visibly rising more and more.