Yes. But she's still not sold.

"Ms. Hough is here," you hear your receptionist tell you, and something in your gut told you this wasn't going to go well, after the line of questioning you received from her the last time around a few days earlier.

"Julianne, it's good to-", you say to her as she barges into your office and signs the contract, placing it on your desk.

"There's your contract John, but if you make me do anything I don't want to do, I'm breaking it and you can talk to my lawyer," she tells you, still not having any time for your games.

"I don't know who you've been talking to, but no one that has ever worked for me has ever had to do anything against their wishes," you tell her, blatantly lying to her face as you look at her tits and her legs in the button-up white shirt and tiny black skirt she was wearing.

As she looked down at her phone briefly, you bolted up and locked your office door, having hoped it wouldn't come to this.

You had your own little bomb to drop on Julianne, but you weren't ready to drop it yet.

What you were ready for was for her to give you a blow job, since her tight little virginal (or so they say) pussy won't be yours until you can break her.

So you pushed her to her knees and put your hands roughly on the back of her head as you released your dick, the dick that she would be sucking now and feeling in her tight, virgin pussy later, even if she didn't know it yet.