The Office Bimbo

Sal's fingers hammer his laptop keys like he wants to break them. He looks wrecked, sweat at his temples, shoulders tight. Mr. Banks leans in the doorway, clears his throat, and the color drains from Sal's face. Banks tears him apart for another shit quarter, then tosses in that the new girl starts today and Sal needs to make sure she's comfy. The second Banks leaves, Sal's foot snaps out and his chair flies. 'FUCK!' bounces off the walls. Later he's frozen at the keyboard, one hand pinching his forehead, the other tapping the same letter over and over. Knock-knock. Becca's at the door, coffee mug in hand, bright smile, perky tits pushing against her top, little metal piercings winking through the thin fabric. Tattoos peek from under her sleeves and down her thigh where her skirt rides up. She asks if she can come in. Sal straightens fast. She tells him she's the new temp, been shadowing the pregnant assistant, and she brought him a coffee to be nice. He grabs the mug, takes a reckless gulp, burns his lip, and scalding liquid splashes his crotch. He yelps, swears, blames the assistant for not waiting. Becca panics, begs him not to fire her. Sal sees his opening. He lies through his teeth, tells her he's the one who calls the shots around here, that one good word from him and her temp job turns permanent. Her eyes go wide, trusting every word. He tells her to clean the stain. She drops to her knees between his legs, dabbing with a dry paper towel. He tells her to spit on it first, and she does, right there, without hesitation, a string of spit falling from her lip. He watches her face while the wet towel presses against his hardening cock through his pants. When the stain's gone, he keeps talking—career, connections, 'best thing that could happen to you.' She nods, eager. Clothes come off fast: her skirt, his belt, shirts tossed aside. He pulls her onto the desk, they flip into a 69, his mouth buried between her legs while she sucks him deep. Her natural tits bounce, piercings glinting, tattoos flexing across her ribs. She moans around his cock. He grabs her ass, fingers digging in, and keeps feeding her the same line—she's doing the right thing for her future. She rides his tongue, spits on his shaft again, and he grins like he owns the room.