Reprimand her before she goes.

“Celine”, I shouted, “Wait!!”

Celine stood up facing away from me. Her back was sweaty from the tension. She was clearly wearing no underwear under the hipster pants. The butt crack was clearly visible from her sweat sokaed pants.

“Why have you applied for the post, Celine?”

“Well, I have just moved out of my parent’s home. And I need money for the rent and food.”, she responded.

“I gather, therefore that you need this job.”

Celine responds “Actually yes, all other applications have turned me down.”

I approach her from behind and started performing some breathe-play on her neck. Talking to one ear, I use a low steady voice and ask her “Why have you left your parents home, if you don’t have any money?”

I get the intended reaction from her, she starts stammering “I’ve got 19 by now, I should be independent.” She acts nervously and is in an agitated state. She shift position from leg to leg. Speaking such close to her in such a manly voice has clearly taken her offguards.

“Tell me Celine, does your coming late forebode well to your application?”

She is clearly nervous now. She gyrates her hips, as if trying to hold on to a bladder full. Her arse hovering so close to my groin that I feel her heat. She does not even try to respond.

“Celine. What about your attire. Do you think presenting yourself in this attire is commended as suitable for this kind of company?”

She keeps silent.

“Do you ?” I voice louder. Her eyes are glimmering and a hint of trembling touches her lips. She continues to rotate her hips, her thighs clenched together.

“No” she cries. At first I thought that it was her undenying answer. She then starts inspecting her pants. Reaching over to look, I notice she has peed on herself, enough to create a small damp patch on her pants.

“Don’t worry, Celine. We will clean this small mess.” I say whilst taking the second cup from the desk. I bring the cup up to her pubes, whilst Celine is eyeing me incredously. I pour slowly the ice cold water on her patch.

Bending over she starts crying “No! no! no! no!”. It seems that she was restraining herself after all. Celine’s muscles relax completely, as she urinates all over her pants. Uncaringly, I pull her back into position, with her bottom pushing on my groin. I slip my hand in her pants and reach for her hot stream of yellow liquid. Using my all fingers, I massage her clit, wetting all her crotch in the process.

She continues to urinate, as I hear the splatter on the parquet floor. Her legs are now drenched. She relaxes, as she relieves herself of the last few droplets of piss. Twisting her pelvis outwards, she protrudes her sex to give my fingers better access.

Removing her shirt I then unlatch frontally her bra. Her jugs were truly enormous. On liberating them, they hang down to just above her first rib, whilst her tits are hand span away from her stomach. I kneaded her breasts, squeezing each with a certain kind of vengeance. Celine was excited. Slight bent over the table, she emits arousal cries each time I work her nipples.

I pull her wetted pants down. They slip down easily, with only a loose elastic to restrain them. She was wearing no underwear. With, Celine’s butt is in full view and soaked thighs, I caress her crack.

“How naughty of you. Where is your underwear?” I reach down and intrude her snatch from behind. The other hand is busy kneading her nipple. Her cunt is wet from urine and sex juices. I handle her roughly, she is in deep ecstasy. Her moans have become audible.