Ask him to prove the money is real in return for a blowjob

Carlos' face was inches from hers, his lips hovering above hers.

"Say yes, Bella. Say yes, and I'll give you the world."

Isabella's eyes flicked to the folder, the thin sheets of paper within taunting her. She knew that Carlos was right, she needed the money. She needed his support. And, she was ashamed to admit, she needed his cock.

Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this. But in the end, there was only one way forward. One way to avoid the humiliation of crawling back to Romero, one way to prove him wrong.

She had to fuck Carlos. But not now, not here. She had to remain in control, or she would lose the only leverage she had.

"I'm not going to fuck you here, Carlos. Besides, how do I even know that folder contains what you say, and not just a bunch of empty papers?"

Carlos smirked. "Very well. I can go through them, every row and transaction. But it's a long, complicated process, Bella, and I can't concentrate while my balls ache. So why don't you get under the desk and keep my cock nice and warm until I'm done?"

Isabella rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she was gonna suck Carlos Silva's cock, of all people, and it was going to take place under her father's office desk. It was a surreal situation, and yet, there was a part of her that was excited.

"Fine. But don't think for a second that this means anything. Not until I see the money."

Isabella stood up from her chair, shooting him a glare before bending down and crawling below the solid oak table. She had once used it for hide and seek, but now, the massive piece of furniture was going to hide her shame as she fellate the cocky Finance minister.

Carlos smiled as she disappeared under the desk, his eyes glued to her ass. She had bent over, and her skirt was stretched tight, revealing the tight buns underneath. Isabella was in her prime, and her ass looked like you could bounce a quarter off it.

He could see the outline of her panties, the lacy material showing every detail through the thin fabric. He licked his lips, imagining the taste of her pussy, the feeling of her lips wrapped around his cock. He could barely resist reaching out, grabbing those perfect cheeks and giving them a hard mauling.

But he knew that patience would pay off, and so he settled for watching her crawl under the desk. Once she disappeared fully he took her seat, spreading his legs wide to give her easier access. His erection tented his trousers, the outline of his cock visible through the expensive fabric.

He looked down, seeing the top of her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She refused to meet her eyes.