Emily's promotion

You'd found a set of addresses on a piece of paper stuck to emily's fridge, given to her for the sake of dropping off paperwork after hours, among which was emily's superior. If you were to blend in with the humans at night, you needed a source of money. Emily certainly earned some, but hardly enough to throw around, and you had more pride than to drain her account and leave her living on margarine and toast. Besides, she's more use to you free from the mundane work life.

So you both soon found yourself at her manager's doorstep; an older woman with a dark chocolate, curvaceous, if somewhat chubby figure. Despite it and her age, she carried herself well, her breasts made plump by motherhood, her ample, shapely thighs exposed by tbe modest length of her gown.

"W-what the fuck...what the fuck is this, Emily?! Who is this fucking freak?!" She exclaims, brow furrowed in confusion and anger. Short-tempered and foul-mouthed, like Emily said. You quickly silence her when you **** her inside with a tight grip on her mouth, Emily following and shutting it behind the two of you.

Her eyes, now filled with terror, stared up at you, as she mumbled in a panic against your icy palm. You match her gaze and reply in a low tone "be quiet, and be obedient, or be hurt. Understand?".

Her eyes glaze over as they reflect the deep red of your pupils, and her whole body relaxes. You release her, and head into the living room, a cosy, well-furnished place with a flat screen TV playing some melodrama, flowery wallpaper with a muted colour scheme, a black leather couch set, a varnished round coffee table, a soft, fluffy carpet rug and a tall, silver pair of lamps.

You casually take a seat as your two girls file in, unsure of what to do, Janet's gaze fixed firmly on you while emily gives her sideways glares. "Janet. Emily has earned a promotion, a raise, and some time off. Your going to give her all three. as of tomorrow, she will be paid very generously, and she will not return your, or any workplace ever again. I trust you can make the arrangements?".

She gulps and nods obediently, her gaze drifting to the languid flaccid length of your cock, resting on her couch.

"Good. Now sit. Emily, you sit over there, and watch...Janet, I want you right here".

Emily has been tormented with restrained lust since you interrupted her shower...she was physically incapable of touching you without your Express wish, and it visibly made her fidgety. The sadist in you delighted in her aching, as her hated manager sat beside you, and you turn to her and run a hand up her thigh, eliciting a gasp quickly silenced by a long, lingering kiss on her pouty, full lips.