He presses the button.

"Almost anywhere else the indicator can be green, and if it is green and you want her, then simply take her," Amy answered.

"Simply take her?" Wes asked.

"Yes, everything is consensual here although there are some staff members who are excellent actresses and can play the helpless **** victim," she laughed. "I'm one of them."

"Oh really?" he smirked, raising the fob and pointing it towards her silver necklace. Before she could protest he pressed the button and the red gems on her choker turned to green. He stood up and unzipped his pants while walking around her desk.

"Mr. Palmer!" she gasped.

"On your knees," he commanded and she did what she was told. "Now open your mouth!"

"Oh no, Mr. Palmer, not here!" she feignedly protested but opened her mouth wide anyway. Any nervousness or linger doubt Wes had dissipated when she swallowed his cock and wrapped her hands around his thick shaft.

A curious clerk popped her head around the cubicle to check the commotion and Wes grinned at her, pointing Amy's green necklace. "She's giving me orientation," he explained and the clerk nodded, smiled politely, and disappeared.

He leaned back against the desk for support and let the brunette hungrily devour his cock -- interchangeably twirling her tongue his cock head, engulfing the entire length down her throat, and licking the length of his shaft. After a couple minutes, he grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock, with a strand of saliva between the tip of his cock and her lips. He offered his hand to help her stand up.

"Now strip," he grinned.

"Mr. Palmer!" Amy protested.

"Strip!" he growled, doing his part of the role-playing act.

Wes leered at Amy as she removed her jacket, slipped off her white blouse, and then slid her pencil skirt down to her feet, leaving her standing in her black bra, panties, silk stockings, and high heels. She tried to modestly cover her chest and groin with her hands but he swatted them away. She sighed in resignation and removed her bra and panties, revealing the full glory of her tone and curvaceous figure.

"You have nice tits," Wes noted as his eyes explored her body.

"Are... are you going to fuck me?" she cried in mock fear.

"Of course, that's why I paid a shitload of money to come here!" Wes replied with a sneer. He was actually enjoying the surge of arrogance and confidence he was experiencing from role-playing someone he normally wasn't -- reminding him of playing a paladin in his Dungeons & Dragons sessions back in university. "But the question is how should I take you?"