Jason finishes up at work

Like a good boy, Jason doesn't talk or take off his impromptu blindfold. He sits there, hands on the table, his erection painful against his pants. He straits to hear what's going on as three woman breathe, panting, moaning, and slurping. He wishes he could see Bunny, in particular, and admire his handiwork with her. He's tempted to change Kate as well, but figures he'd leave that up to Yasmine, or at least follow her lead. If she wants the girl to have bigger tits, that's something she can arrange for. Jason might just tweak it as he goes. To his pleasure, it doesn't seem like Yasmine wants either woman to break up with their significant other. Maybe she's also enjoying the idea of knowing that their husbands can't possibly compare to her. He's sure she'll make work the more exciting place to be.

The women get re-dressed, Yasmine watching them, making sure they know that they're at her disposal. "I expect you here at 8, Monday," she says as they leave. "I'm not going to tell either of your husbands, at least for now. Feel free to keep this all a secret."

When they're gone, Jason keeps waiting. He senses Yasmine getting closer to him, stalking like a predator. He feels his breathing deepen before she's practically hovering in front of him. He can feel the heat from her breath.

"So you can't see at all. Excellent," she says. "That's very impressive," he feels her move away, and then a warm hand caresses his penis, quickly fishing it out of his pants' fly. He feels the metal zipper against his skin. "This is for being a good boy," she breathes, stroking him gently. "Keep that on. Imagine me, while I'm fucking Kate, her mother's tongue up my ass while I do it. I want you to imagine their ecstasy, knowing that they belong to this sexy, fucking woman. These women that would normally be attracted to a guy like you, handsome, in charge. Except that that's not what real dominance looks like. It's not pathetic, like you. No, they know that real authority looks like me. You could never do this." With her words she strokes faster and faster, her soft hand like a tight pussy around his dick.

Jason's breath becomes a quick pant, before he explodes on her hand. Again, too quick, but what is he to do when he's been constantly erect for the last 20 minutes, hearing the kind of thing most men can hardly dream.

"Good boy. There'll be more like that if you keep doing what you're told," Yasmine says, and leaves the room. On her way out, she gives him permission to take off the underwear, and he realizes that Kate never got it back.

Jason pockets the panties and leaves the room. In the waiting room, on the way to his office, he sees the family reuniting. It's certainly awkward, and the father seems to be concerned that they're not talking. He steps over to them, causing the father's face to go red at the sight of him.

"Did you fucking do something to..." the man starts.

"No, no," Jason says, hands up. "The interview went very well. In fact, I believe that both of them ended up with the job. Don't worry, it'll pay very, very well. Better than you'd see in similar positions."

"That's not what I mean!" the man practically shouts. "You, fucking pervert, did you..."

"Oh that!" Jason interrupts again. "I promise, I haven't touched a single hair on their heads. Did you have to wait long? I hope you weren't too bored. Did my assistant, Kaylee, come out to see you? Did she tease you too badly?"

Kate seems to be pulling meekly at her father's elbow, trying to leave. "As a matter of fact, she is one of the least professional girls I've ever seen," he says. "She should be ashamed of herself, and promptly fired. Never in my days would I have expected such brazen sexuality in the workplace."

The two women's faces go bright red at that.

"I promise, she'll be properly dealt with," Jason says. "I'll see the two of you Monday. And, Sir? Will you all forget this next question; will you, Sir, dream of exactly what your wife and daughter do with Yasmine each day, and be too embarrassed by your nightly wet dreams to tell anyone about them?" He waves as the family leaves for what is sure to be a very awkward weekend.

Returning to his office, he stops by Kaylee's desk. The girl has her boots up on the desk, letter her skirt ride up. Her shirt is open enough to display the pink bra under it, as if she simply didn't care enough to fix it.

"Wow, Kaylee, I saw that guy on his way out. Did you really tease him enough to make him start to question his faith?"

Kayle smirks and pops gum in her mouth. "I dunno, he seemed pretty into me. Hey, by the way, I want to go out tonight, give me a grand." She puts her hand out, waiting for the money.

"A thousand dollars?" he asks, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, I have rent due, or whatever. And I want to spend the whole weekend getting fucked," she says, like that explains anything.

Jason sighs performatively and digs through his wallet. "I don't have that much, but I can Venmo it to you."

Kaylee rolls her eyes. "Sure, Pussy. Start carrying more cash. It's the only thing you're good for." She glances meaningfully at the front of his pants.

"Sorry," Jason says, and continues into his office. He Venmos the money, plus an extra few hundred dollars. He grabs his bag and jacket and leaves, ready to see his wife and daughter, and what they've been up to since he last watched them.