In the Room with ...

"Thanks, Emma. But I think I can talk this one out with the customer; to be honest, I'm also kinda sure I know who it is." You sighed, as you got up out of your chair.

Emma frowned, and then snorted. "Have it your way, Doug. Follow me."

You waited behind Emma as she opened the employee room to let you out, and as you walked towards one of the FutaBux Customer Rooms, you could feel Emma's eyes on your ass as she followed behind you. The corridor itself seemed to stretch on forever, a reminder that the company was 'dedicated' towards making sure the customers were happy. Finally, you reached a door that was marked, 'Customer'. You stepped to the side as Emma fiddled with the lock, cursing under her breath as each key she tried didn't work. Eventually, the door opened, and you were shocked to see the interior of one of the rooms. You had heard rumors of the ostentatious nature of the Customer rooms, but this was on a whole other level. A large bed, a couch, a TV, and... what looked like medieval-style stocks bolted to the ground.

"Well, Doug. Just wait here a moment while I go get the cu- Oh, I almost forgot! They requested that you be handcuffed for this."

Handcuffed? "Emma," you began to say.

"You remember the contract you signed! Customer solutions are up to the discretion of the customer for our male employees. Turn around."

You sighed, and let Emma handcuff you, binding both your hands, and your feet, before she sat you down on the couch. At her height, you were face-to-crotch with her, a familiar feeling, seeing as she loved to 'conveniently' be looking for items front of house while you were restocking the cupboards below. Emma laughed before tousling your hair.

"Well, I'll go inform the customer that you're ready. But before I go..." Emma unzipped the back of her skirt and pulled it down to reveal an old pair of blue and white striped panties. She wrapped her arms around your head and began rubbing her crotch against your face. The strong smell of sweat and coffee permeated your nose, as her cock, now hardening, began to leak precum through the fabric.

"Remember, I'm still rating whether the employee was satisfactory of not after." She cooed. "So after this customer is done, you're seeing me in my office. Understood?"

Emma released her cock from her underwear, slapping you in the face with it in the process. It was thicker than your wrist, bulging with veins and covered with thin bushels of red hair. The precum from her cock was still leaking, and she smeared it on your lips before pulling her panties back and readjusting her shirt, shivering in the process.

"Lick it up." She said.

Hesitantly, you licked your lips, the salty taste of her cock juice filling your mouth.

"Fffuck. Ooh, I wish you had just chosen the disciplinary action, Doug. I can barely wait. Alright. I'm going to get your customer now."

"Wait, Emma." You chimed. "Who's the customer?"

"Who do you think?" She laughed. "It's..."