Malissa

You follow Marsha into security. She goes right through. She looks back and gives the guard about to dump your purse a look. He hesitates and simply hands your purse back and ushers you through.

“Why do you get the VIP treatment with security?”

“It’s all about knowing the right people, babe. If Malissa likes you there are all kinds of perks.”

“So what is she like?”

“She’s an evil bitch, which is to say she’s way cool. You’ll see soon enough.”

You head onto the elevator. It’s jam packed with gorgeous women and attractive guys. Marsha hits sixty nine and the elevator closes. By the time you reach your floor, you are a bit aroused.

You step out onto a lush, blood colored carpet. The walls are painted gold and the trim is black.

You follow Marsha to a corner office. She knocks.

“Cum in.”

The voice is throaty, feminine, and oozes sex appeal.

Marsha opens the door and you follow her inside. Sitting in an ornate desk is the sexiest woman you have ever seen. Her hair red and actually looks like a live fire. Her dress is black and slightly translucent. It is so low cut that the material barely covers her nipples. Her breasts are round, huge, and perky. The rest of her body is thin with fabulous curves. At just the right angle you catch glimpses of it in all its naked glory.

“Malissa, this is Gracie.”

“So nice to meet you, Gracie.”

“Nice to meet you to Melissa.”

“That’s Mal, Malissa, darling. I’ve been quite a bad girl.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry!”

“Quite a mouth on you.”

You blush.

“That’s quite alright. I love filthy girls.”

The way she says it makes you feel like you’re a girl that would do just about anything.

“Um, thanks.”

“So here you are all decked out in product, helping us advertise and Marsha tells me you aren’t even on salary yet.”

You nod.

“We’ll fix that now…Marsha, I’d like a word with Gracie. Please leave.”

If Marsha is insulted, she doesn’t show it. She bolts, closing the door behind her.”

“I’m so glad Marsha brought you to me. I really want you on my team, before my boss gobbles you up.”

The way she says gobbles you up sounds both erotic and disturbing.

“Tell me, where have I seen your face?”

“Ah, I did a promo for my sister’s vlog.”

“Gracie Doe! I thought you were familiar. Gracie, a toast to your promotion!”

She pulls out a crystal carafe. It is filled with a dark looking liquid. She pours two shot glasses.

“Can I ask what it is?”

“Of course, Gracie. It’s my favorite drink. I call it Demon’s Milk. It tastes better than it looks.”

She picks hers up and looks at you. You pick up yours as well.

“To promotions!”

Malissa downs hers and you do the same. It is sweet and burns your throat going down. Your body feels warm and tingly.

“See I told you it tastes better than it looks.”

She saunters up to you and caresses your cheek.

“Would you like another round?”

You really aren’t sure getting smashed with your bosses boss is a good idea. Besides if you want any chance to catch Moon for coffee you have to go. Still you don’t want to insult Malissa. She seems a little scary…