Yes you do

Okay Amy you can do this.. you think to yourself as you grab one of the heavy boxes. You open it and colour code the paint cans inside. After the first box, you take another and another. Once you try to take the fourth, you just run out of will power. You plop down on the floor to take a breather.

The extreme heat next to the oven was unbearable! You were sweating so much that you're tank top had become see through. It clung to your body, showing off your curves. You decide that this is just impossible and you should complain in the office.

Getting up your eyes scan the room for the stairs. Then you make your way to the office. Opening the door, the breeze from the air conditioner hits you. You don't know if you've ever felt something so good before.

"Amy? ... Amy?" You blink your eyes and look at Paul who's gotten up. Apparently you had absent mindedly been staring at his crotch. "H-hi yea so, this heat is impossible to work in! You have an AC here can't you just move it there? Or give me some other job for god's sake!?"

Paul reasons with you and calms you down. You're now sitting in the seat Infront of his desk with him leaning against it. "Now that that's all out of the way, let's talk about what you said earlier. I can give you another job" he gets up from the desk and steps forward. Taking your chin in his hand and making you look him in the eyes "your new job will be being my personal fucktoy" he grins " and if you complain about that... Well I'll be sure to tell your dad you ditched your job. And we wouldn't want that would we, Amy?"

Your dumbfounded by what you're hearing. Yet also slightly intrigued. He was a handsome man, probably had a good cock too. It wouldn't be that bad ri- omg you were actually considering it!

His chuckle rips you from your thoughts. Your face had probably shown your thought process. "Glad to see you like the idea. Now how should I break in my new fucktoy?