Staff Extension

“WHAT is the MEANING of THIS”?

Your post orgasmic eye slits focus lazily towards the intrusion to see Mrs. Worthington’s shocked almond eyes rapidly survey the scene of your recent depravity.

The knowing scowl on the diminutive Asian woman’s face briefly lingers on you and then your re-packaged personal assistant before settling on the onyx mannequin you had just been admiring.

“ROXANNE”, the trophy wife screeches. “Why in GODS NAME are you NAKED?” With surprising composure, Mrs. Worthington quickly minces towards her statuesque assistant as quickly as her tight-skirted ass and pricey heels will allow.

“What did this BASTARD do to you?” She sneers while gracefully removing her tailored blazer to cover what’s left of Roxanne’s modesty.

“Mrs. Worthington.......!”, KiKi stammers, skillfully scooping an errant glob of your seed with lavender lacquered nail to deposit between her puckered lips. “Mmmmmmmm......” your bimbified PA leaks a languid moan at your salty treat while rising from her kneeling position before you.

“I can explain....”, ever the professional, KiKi straightens the creases from her impossibly tight skirted packaging while fluffing the rich mane of blond curls adorning her head. Your purple penis-eater swivels gracefully on towering heels, repositions her glasses, and struts confidently towards the confused Asian MILF with her best saleswoman smile.

“And who the FUCK are YOU?” Mrs. Worthington hisses while stepping protectively between Roxanne and your approaching blowjob queen. Arms folded threateningly beneath her impressive chest, the Asian gold digger’s eyes rage with a fury you didn’t think possible. You can almost feel the heat of her gaze as if a laser boring through you.

That reminds you.....

“KiKi, ma’am”, your former boss lilts in her newly sexified timber. She extends her magically manicured hand in greeting before abruptly pulling back. In one fluid motion your personal cock tease subtly raises her extended hand to seemingly brush an errant blonde strand from before her eyes. But you’re pretty sure anyone watching would have seen her pink tongue dart through bee stung lips to quickly lap at her wrist.

Looks like she missed a spot.

“Mr. Peters’ PERSONAL assistant.” KiKi turns to grace you with a long lashed wink while enjoying the small shudder coursing through her body caused by the taste of your cum. “We were just discussing the terms of your contract with Roxanne befo......”. KiKi continues, once again extending her now cum cleaned hand to Mrs. Worthington in greeting; as if she hadn’t just been caught giving her boss a blow job in front of a seemingly frozen, and naked, dark-skinned woman

You notice Mrs. Worthington’s eyes grow wider and lips curl in disgust. Although you feel it would be interesting to watch Kiki’s explanation, you’ve got other things in mind.

With no end of high end clientele looking for ways to spend money and the power of this remote, the possibilities of Vigilant Security were limitless.

But first things first, you’re going to need a bigger staff.

Retrieving the remote from your pocket, you aim the device until the familiar blue dot appears centered on Mrs. Worthington’s forehead.

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“We here at Vigilant Securities consider ourselves family”, KiKi explains. She slowly crosses and uncrosses her legs in an achingly deliberate manner meant to attract attention toward the exposed thigh flesh revealed from the slit in her skirt.

“An INCESTUOUS family.....”, KiKi continues, rising from her seated position. You watch with anticipation as she sensually struts towards the two women standing before you at the center of the room.

“Yes Ma’am!” The lithe South African woman chirps eagerly. “And may I just say” She enthusiastically continues while attempting to fasten the too-small blazer making a poor attempt at covering the taller woman’s otherwise exposed frame. “Thank you SO MUCH for this opportunity!” She gushes, still trying to fasten the single blazer button so as to look presentable for her interview.

“Me too!” Not to be outdone, the petite Asian at Roxanne’s side sings through a smile of pure adoration. “I’ve dreamt of serving......” Mrs. Worthington blushes furiously while flirtatiously toying with hem of her designer skirt. “.....I mean, WORKING for Mr. Peters”. You notice Roxanne’s brief disapproving smirk as she continues. “In absolutely ANY capacity you see fit”. She strategically hops in anticipation, setting her silicone infused tits to bounce freely in the loose confines of her printed blouse.

“Very good” you announce, rising from your seated position behind what was once Roxanne’s polished oak desk. You notice a small trickle of moisture escape from between Roxanne’s ebony thighs along with the visible cherry sized protrusions tenting Mrs. Worthington’s blouse.

“And what positions are we looking to fill today?” You direct towards your sexed up personal assistant pacing the two would-be employees like a shark circling its prey.

“Oh, we’ve got quite a few OPEN positions available Mr. Peters, Sir” KiKi announces with a predatory grin. She halts her stride behind the African goddess to run a purple nail along the small of her back down to the gentle swell of swollen ass flesh. “But I believe you should decide based on their personal MERITS!” KiKi husks while landing a sharp swat to Roxanne’s exposed backside. The black beauty elicits a delightful yelp in response, reaching behind to rub the tender flesh of her derrière while desperately maintaining her white toothed smile.

“Well, on the business end, we’re going to need people in sales, a librarian bookkeeper, and maybe a few technicians” KiKi muses, continuing to circle the two potential candidates while holding index finger thoughtfully to swollen lips.

You notice Roxanne’s beaming smile begin to falter as she grinds her thighs in suppressed arousal. It appears that she finally got her interview outfit in order, but the petit blazer fastened over the much taller woman’s body somehow appeared more obscene than if she was still naked.

To Roxanne’s left, Mrs. Worthington appeared to be gently rolling her shoulders, serving to draw taught the fabric of her blouse in an attempt to stimulate her needy nipples. Her head swayed with each shoulder roll as she gazed in your direction with half lidded eyes.

“And of course, the more utilitarian positions” Your sex-pot secretary continues, running elegant fingers along tight-skirted rear before once again seating herself. “Driver, housekeeper, maid, janitorial....” KiKi crosses nylon clad legs before reaching down to adjust the purple tassels on her cute frilly ankle socks, giving you an eye full of substantial tit-flesh through her sweet heart neckline. “Positions that will require PERSONAL service.” KiKi punctuates her statement with a long, languid stretch, serving to mash her unfettered tits through the confines of her blouse. “And of course, every position will require a uniform of your choosing.”

“Thank you KiKi” you smile toward your personal assistant who simply melts at the attention. You slowly approach the quivering women mewling before you with a wolffish grin.

“And what position will you be applying for today?”