You'll have to convince my assistant of that.

Ms. Crawford’s eyes dart toward your assistant with confusion as she stalked around the desk with a predatory smile. “It’s called due diligence, Ms. Crawford,” you say. “Before I acquire a cunt, I need a valuation by expert. A very thorough valuation.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Drake,” your assistant says crisply as she walks up to the stunned blonde, leans down, and grabs her by the hair. “Very thorough.” She pushes the blonde’s head forward into a deep, long kiss.

After a few moments of shock Sarah gets her hands up and pushes on Ms. Bishops shoulders, and after a few more moments you assistant relents and releases her head. “Not promising so far,” she says, shaking her head in mock sadness.

“Why, Ms. Crawford, all the cock you’ve swallowed in your career, and you’ve never eaten pussy?” You say. She blushes, confirming your guess about how she beat her sales quotas was right. “In this day and age. You’re leaving money on the table.” You put on your best disappointment face. “I just don’t think I can employ someone unwilling to give their 110 percent.”

The blonde hesitates for just a moment before she rises from the chair, a detrained expression on her face. She strides up to your bemused assistant, grabs the back of her head, and kisses her, hard. Their bodies press together as they stumbles back toward the desk, your assistant taking control, spinning them about so it’s Sarah’s sharply ass that strikes the edge. They stand there, still kissing, as Ms. Bishop reaches down one hand to raise the side of the blonde’s grey skirt. She hooks her fingers under the side of Sarah’s black silk panties, and the blonde’s hips sway as she pulls at them, pressing the fabric into her pussy lips, between her ass cheeks, until with a sudden tug threads part and the panties fall to the floor.

Sarah brakes off the kiss, her attempt at a glare subverted by her half-glazed expression. “Those were expensive,” she hisses.

“Sue me,” Ms. Bishop replies as she slides her hands down and around and under the blonde’s ass before heaving her up onto the desk.

You sit back, head tilted, a small smile on your face, as your assistant goes down on the blonde executive. She is merciless, alternating between tongue-fucking Sarah’s pussy and teasing her clit with her lips and teeth. You lend a hand by pulling open the blonde’s top, sending buttons clattering across her desk, then working the front clasp on her black silk bra, setting her magnificent breasts free. You tease the stiffening nipples with your fingers as your assistant’s tongue moves with growing speed . Sarah’s hands seem to move of their own accord to grip the dark hair of Ms. Bishop’s head. Her own head falls back, her green eye meeting yours for a moment before they close. She bites her lip, and her whole body shudders.

Then Ms. Bishop is pulling the blonde’s limp body off the desk to land in a heap on the floor. Your assistant stands over her and raises her skirt, revealing her dark bush and her black crotchless lace panties. “Your turn,” she order.

Sarah pulls herself up, clinging to the other woman’s leg, and hesitantly puts her face to her crotch. You sit back and watch as Sarah slowly laps at Ms. Bishop’s cunt. A minute passes, two, and you wonder if you should ask them to wrap it up when you see your assistant’s expression soften. Another few moments and she shivers slightly and lets a long, slow exhale pass her lips.

“So?” you ask.

“Passable. Trainable,” Ms. Bishop replies.

You look down at the disheveled blonde. “Does your little girl know what mommy does at work?” you ask.

“She doesn’t. No. She doesn’t,” Sarah says, her head down.

“Very well then.” You rise and head for the door. Ms. Bishop straightens her clothes and follows you, leaving the blonde sitting dazed on the floor, her tits hanging out of her torn blouse. “I’ll be in touch,” you say as we open the door. “I have a meeting in 10, which is about when someone will be coming in to wipe down the desk. You can stay or leave, your choice.”