She was joking... unfortunately

Rick's cock turned painfully hard. He couldn't believe how hot Hayden looked in her black leather outfit. Her dominant attitude turned his spine into jelly. He knew that whatever disgusting thing she told him to do, he'd do it and say thank you.

Hayden stood straight, arching her back and thrusting out her chest. She toyed with her riding crop and looked down at the casting agent like he was scum. Then she said, “See? I can totally play a strong woman!”

Rick fell backward into his chair, not even realizing that he'd risen up a couple of inches in anticipation of dropping to his knees. “Wh- what?”

Hayden pulled up a chair and plopped into it merrily. “I know everyone thinks of me as 'the cheerleader' and I know this role calls for a strong, adult woman. I wanted to show you that I can be as strong as anyone. Admit it, you almost believed my domineering act, didn't you?”

“Uh... almost,” stammered Rick. “It was... it was a good idea. You're right, that's exactly the kind of thing we're looking for to play a... professional, business minded lawyer.”

“I know, right?” said Hayden, not sensing the irony of his statement. “I figure that's what lawyers are like on the inside, so why not prove I can do as much of that as necessary.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Rick's eyes ran over her riding crop. Hayden was still playing with the tip, absent mindedly flicking the tip with her fingernails. He desperately wanted to suck those fingers, or maybe even the crop. “But... I'm not really sure it was all that convincing.”

“It wasn't?!”

“No. Well... I'm not sure. Can you keep it going, or was that just a few lines that you memorized?”

“Oh, I can do more! Do you want me to do more?”

“If you think it would help,” said Rick, trying to control himself.

Hayden stood up again. She looked down at the ground, collecting herself. When she looked back up again, the steely eyed gaze was back.

“Stand up, ****.”

Rick let out a **** chuckled, trying to sound like he wasn't enjoying this. “Heh, heh. Um... Okay, sure.” He stood up.

Hayden reached across the desk and pushed his chin up with the riding crop. “What did you say?”

“Uh... I meant to say, 'Yes, Mistress Hayden.'”

“That's better,” said Hayden, walking around the desk. “Now get on your knees.”

“Uh, okay- I mean, 'Yes, Mistress Hayden.'” Rick lowered himself to his knees, desperately trying not to seem ****.

“Very good, ****.”

“Would Mistress like me to lick her feet?”

“Huh?” said Hayden, slightly confused.