She goes in his Office

Nicole pushed through the heavy oak door, the click of the latch echoing in the sudden silence. The office smelled of expensive cedar and cold ozone. Mr. Jefferson sat behind a slab of polished mahogany, his bald head gleaming under the recessed lighting. He didn't look up from his ledger, but a thin, predatory smile touched his lips.

Nicole stopped three feet from the desk. The charcoal silk of her dress clung to her thighs, the fabric dragging across her engorged clit with every slight shift of her weight. She felt a bead of sweat track slowly down the valley of her spine.

"Before you say anything, I have a request. I need fifteen thousand dollars," she said. Her voice cracked, then steadied. "Cash."

Jefferson finally looked up. His grey eyes swept over her, lingering on the way the dress hugged her hips. He leaned back, the leather chair groaning.

"Cash? That is a very specific, very large request, Nicole."

"I don't have time to negotiate the amount," she replied, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "I just need it."

He chuckled, a dry sound that grated like sandpaper. He reached into a side drawer and pulled out a heavy, black leather briefcase, snapping the locks open with a metallic thud. Bundles of hundred-dollar bills stared back at her, a neat, green wall of leverage.

"You know I don't give handouts," Jefferson murmured. "Not even to my favorite employee."

"What do you want?"

"I want to see exactly how wet you are for me today." He gestured to the mahogany surface. "Get on the desk. Lift that silk and let me see what you've been hiding from your husband."

Nicole’s breath hitched. The thought of the money and the threat of the video collided in her chest. She stepped forward, the friction of the dress sending a jolt of electricity through her core.

"Now," he commanded.

She climbed onto the desk, the cool wood pressing against her bare buttocks. She gripped the edges of the mahogany, arching her back as she hiked the charcoal fabric upward.

Jefferson stood, his gaze locking onto her Panties. He looked at Nicole disapointed.

"Didn't I tell you to not wear Panties today?"

"Y-yes Mr. Jefferson. I couldn't do it. It was too much."

"Fifteen thousand Dollars," he whispered, his voice thick with hunger. "I want you to not wear panties for the rest of the month. But first, I want to hear you scream my name while I stretch you open."