Adequate

The next morning Tammy dressed carefully. The new clothes clung to her curves like they’d been designed for nothing but to show her off, the tight skirt, blouse straining against her tits, sheer stockings that made her legs look endless. She skipped her underwear like he’d ordered, the fabric rubbing her bare pussy with every step. By the time she reached the office her stocking tops were already damp.

She tried to focus on her desk, but her phone buzzed with a message almost immediately.

Office, now.

Her stomach lurched. She stood, smoothed her skirt, and walked down the row of desks, feeling eyes on her as she went. Jill smirked openly.

When she reached John’s office the blinds were wide open. Anyone could look in. Her heart pounded as she stepped inside.

“Close the door,” John said, not even looking up from the file he was reading.

She did, hands trembling.

“Clothes off. Skirt and blouse.” His tone was flat, commanding, like he was asking for nothing more than a pen.

Her throat tightened. She swallowed, fingers fumbling with her blouse. She peeled it off slowly, her nipples already hard against the cool office air. Then her skirt, sliding down her bare thighs. She stood in nothing but stockings and heels, exposed, heat crawling up her neck as she realised the blinds were still open. Anyone out there could look in and see everything.

“Better,” John said, finally raising his eyes to her. “Stand straight. Hands behind your back.”

She obeyed, her tits jutting forward, nipples swollen, pussy glistening faintly under the lights.

John pressed the intercom. “Send the boy in.”

Her blood ran cold.

The door opened a moment later, and the young intern stepped inside. Barely more than twenty, tall and lean, with messy dark hair that fell into his eyes and the awkward energy of someone new to the job. His name was Nathan, she remembered now. He froze when he saw her, mouth slightly open.

Tammy’s face flamed.

John didn’t flinch. “Nathan, you’ll stand there. Tammy is going to demonstrate something for you.”

Her pulse hammered in her ears. She wanted to protest, to scream, but the memory of the photos at the window, of Graham’s face in that accidental picture, locked her tongue.

“On your knees,” John ordered.

Her legs bent before she could think. She knelt on the carpet in front of Nathan, her eyes level with the bulge pushing against his trousers.

“Unzip him,” John said.

Her hands shook as she reached up, tugged the zipper down, and freed his cock. Young, hard already, the tip glistening faintly. Her stomach flipped.

“Now. Show him how good you are.”

Her lips parted. She leaned forward, tongue flicking across the head. The salty taste filled her mouth instantly. She wrapped her lips around him, sliding him deep until her throat clenched.

“Take it all,” John commanded.

Her eyes watered as she **** him deeper, gagging slightly, saliva dripping down her chin. Her tits swayed with each movement, her nipples grazing her thighs. She moaned around his cock, humiliated, aroused, unable to stop.

She thought of Graham. The steady, safe sex they’d had for years. She’d never taken him in her mouth, never swallowed him whole. And now here she was, **** on a boy half her age in an office with the blinds open.

Nathan groaned, his hips jerking forward. She gagged again, throat tight, and then he spilled. Hot, thick spurts filled her mouth, flooding her tongue. Her eyes went wide, but John’s voice cut through sharp.

“Swallow.”

Her throat worked automatically, gulping down every drop, bitter and hot. A trickle slid from the corner of her lips. She wiped it with the back of her hand, shame and arousal clawing through her gut.

Nathan staggered back, tucking himself away, his face red, his eyes darting anywhere but at her bare body.

“Leave,” John said.

The boy fled, the door clicking shut behind him.

John leaned back in his chair, watching her still kneeling, her hair wild, her lips swollen, her tits hanging heavy.

“Adequate,” he said coldly. “But you’ll improve. You’ll need to. I’m entertaining a client tonight. You’ll attend.”

Tammy’s chest tightened. A client. Her pussy clenched at the thought, even as her face flamed.

“Get dressed,” John ordered. “And go back to your desk.”

Her hands shook as she pulled her blouse and skirt back on. She buttoned up, tucked herself in, but she couldn’t hide the flush in her cheeks or the taste still lingering in her mouth.

As she opened the office door, Jill was waiting, leaning casually against the frame. She handed Tammy a small packet.

“A mint,” Jill said, smirking. “You’ll need it.”

Tammy’s stomach dropped as Jill winked knowingly, then strolled back toward her desk, leaving Tammy burning with humiliation and excitement so sharp it hurt.