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As the customer leaves the store, you hear the bell chime and Jamie returns to the back room. You decide to establish your dominance immediately and make your expectations clear.

"I've decided what we're going to start with," you announce, your voice steady despite the thundering in your chest. "Since this was your mistake, you need to help fix it. I want you to give me a blowjob for our first video. Then I'll cum on your face, and you'll scoop it up and eat it."

Jamie's eyes widen momentarily, a flush spreading across their cheeks. For a brief second, you wonder if you've pushed too far too fast, but then something shifts in their expression.

"Just like that? No dinner first?" Jamie attempts a joke, but their voice has taken on a breathy quality. They step closer to you, no longer the panicked coworker but something else entirely. "God, I didn't expect you to be so... direct."

Jamie's tongue darts out, wetting their lower lip in a gesture that seems both nervous and deliberately provocative. "You're right though. This mess is my fault." Their gaze drops to your crotch and then back up to your eyes. "And if that's what you want..."

With surprisingly steady hands, Jamie reaches for the storage closet door. "The camera equipment's in here. Give me a minute to set it up."

You watch as Jamie pulls out a professional-looking camera on a tripod, positioning it in the corner of the back room. They close the blinds on the small window and lock the door leading to the main store. The sign out front already says "Back in 15 minutes" from when Jamie helped the customer.

"How do you want me?" Jamie asks, suddenly all business despite the intimate nature of what's about to happen. "Standing? Sitting?"

You indicate for Jamie to kneel in front of you. With surprising compliance, they sink to their knees, looking up at you with an expression caught between nervousness and excitement.

"I've never done this on camera before," Jamie admits, reaching for your belt. "But I've thought about doing it with you since you started working here."

Their fingers work deftly at your belt, unbuckling it and then unzipping your pants. Your cock springs free, already hardening at the prospect of what's about to happen.

"Fuck," Jamie whispers, eyes widening slightly at your size. "You've been hiding this under those boring khakis?"

Jamie wraps one hand around the base of your shaft, giving it a tentative stroke. Their touch is warm and confident, belying their claimed inexperience. With their other hand, they reach up to press the record button on the camera's remote control.

"I want to make this good," Jamie murmurs, leaning forward to brush their lips against the head of your cock. "For the video... and for you."

Jamie's tongue flicks out, tracing a wet circle around your tip, collecting the bead of precum that's formed there. The sensation makes your breath catch. Their eyes remain locked on yours, gauging your reaction as they take you deeper into their mouth.

The wet heat enveloping your cock sends pleasure coursing through your body. Jamie's technique is surprisingly skilled alternating between deep, slow strokes and focused attention on your sensitive head.

"Is this what you wanted?" Jamie asks during a brief pause, stroking you with their hand while they catch their breath. "Your employee on their knees, sucking your cock because they fucked up?"

Before you can answer, they dive back down, taking you deeper than before. You feel the back of their throat and have to resist the urge to thrust forward. Jamie's hands grip your thighs for balance as they establish a rhythm that has you groaning in pleasure.

"Tell me when you're close," Jamie says, pulling off briefly, a strand of saliva connecting their lips to your glistening cock. "I want to do exactly what you asked for."

The combination of the taboo situation, Jamie's unexpected skill, and the knowledge that this is being recorded proves too much. Within minutes, you feel the familiar tightening that signals your approaching climax.