A new requirement

“Have you forgotten your situation already, Miss Miller?” I lean against the door frame admiring her beautiful figure. “I own your pretty little ass. Put your hands down, I want to see every inch of your hot young body.” After a charming moment of hesitation, Alison puts her hands behind her back allowing you to assess her dripping body. Moving closer, you examine her perfect breasts, admiring the pink of her nipples and the curve of her belly.

“Almost perfect.” I smile as my gaze lowers to the pale tuft of golden curls, and I find a way to assert my control of this overwhelmed young woman. “I prefer my girls clean shaven, Miss Miller.” Taking a can of shaving cream and razor from my toiletries bag. “Take care of that.”

“What?” It seems that I've managed to surprise the young coed.

“You heard me, Miss Miller.” I smile confidently, “Unless you want me to do it for you?”

“You're despicable, Mr. Patterson.” Unconsciously, her hands have once again moved to cover her loins, “Haven't you done enough to me?”

“Take care of it, Miss Miller?” I press the razor into her hand and lower my tone into a menacing rumble. “Don't keep me waiting.”

I leave the young woman in the tub and wander back to the bed and flip through the selection of x-rated movies available watching the previews with only half-hearted interest. It is not hard to find one that feels right. It is reminiscent of an episode of Mad Men with a lot less plot and even more office hijinks between the executives and their sexy secretaries. To be honest, Alison is way hotter than the porn stars and a much better actress too, it is a little hard to accept a 1960's secretary with silicon enhanced tits, and all sorts of piercings and tattoos.

“Mr. Patterson?” Alison is back wrapped tightly in the hotel bathrobe.

“OK then, let's see what you look like.” For the record, I don't particularly think shaved pussies are more attractive than ones with a neatly trimmed bush like Alison had, but the point of the exercise was to demonstrate my control over her body. The effect was perfect when, with lowered eyes and brightly flushed cheeks, Alison opens the robe and shows me her cleanly shaven body.

Damn, she's hot. On the TV screen, a blonde in a tight skirt is slowly unbuttoning her blouse as a dark-haired executive is speaking on the phone, but there is no way I could watch that when I had my own show right here in front of me.

“Very nice, Miss Miller.” I can feel my erection starting to tent the sheets, thanks to the double dose of medication I am almost fully hard again less than an hour after blowing my load. This is going to be a good night.

“Please, Mr. Patterson, I'd like to go home.” We both knew that there is no way my shy secretary is going anywhere but under the sheets with me, but it is a nice touch on her part to make it clear that she knows who is in control of the situation.

“Oh, fuck no!” I snarl and throw the sheets off of me showing her how hard I am. “Your services are required again; get your ass over here.”