"Tell me again," Melissa said, looking up at the brunette in her lap.
The girl nodded, slowly, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “Yes, Miss,” she said. The tone of her voice, serene and distant, made Melissa’s pulse race. She reached up, toying with one of the girl’s nipples, enjoying the sound of her breath catching a bit.
"The executive board of the Powell & Carlyle corporation is pleased to inform Melissa Bainbridge that you have been selected as the new head of northeast regional quality control," the girl recited. Melissa knew the words by heart now - she’d had the blank-eyed girl repeat them over and over, like a chant. A prayer. An anthem of victory.
"Salary and benefit information will be forwarded along to you presently," the girl purred, rocking her hips, her soaked pussy rubbing into Melissa’s lap. Her eyes were unfocused as she ran her hands through her hair. "For now, please accept this token of our esteem as a sign of our faith in you: Miss Joanna Taylor."
Melissa shivered with pleasure, hearing the dazed, docile girl in her lap speak her own name. “Miss Taylor is, of course, the former holder of your new position. Despite repeated reprimands, her work continued to be unsatisfactory, and she has been reassigned as the personal aide to the new department head - that is, you.” Melissa punctuated that - her favorite part - with a sharp little tug of the Joanna’s nipples, making her voice break just a bit.
"Miss Taylor has been relieved of her duties, and of any cognitive activity deemed unnecessary for her new positioooooonnnn…” she moaned, as Melissa rubbed a gentle finger across her clit. “A-and she should now be co… completely accepting of any duties you find appropriate for her.” The girl writhed on Melissa’s lap, whimpering softly, as Melissa slid a finger into her, slowly. Her voice now thick and shuddering with need, she continued, “We hope that you find her to be a suitable mfffph-“
She was cut off as Melissa yanked her down, pulling her in for a hot, violent kiss. Melissa pressed their bodies together, Joanna’s form seeming to melt and mold itself around Melissa’s. Melissa slid a hand up from the girl’s chest to grip her hair. She tugged Joanna’s head back enough to let her whisper into her ear.
"Come for me. Right now," she said. She could hear the molten need in her own voice.
Joanna didn’t need to be told twice - she stiffened, the flush on her chest rising up to her neck and cheeks, and her whole body rocked as the orgasm crested through it. Melissa held her as she rode it out, then as the girl went limp, Melissa poured her onto the floor between her legs. She guided Joanna’s head to where it belonged, nestled in Melissa’s thighs, and she didn’t need to be told to start licking.
Melissa leaned back, enjoying her former boss’ talented tongue, and was content. Part of her reflected on the unspoken part of the message this gift sent - Do your job well, or this could be you - but most of her didn’t worry about that yet. For now, she just enjoyed the spoils of her victory.
I normally do try to avoid reblogs, but this one struck me as something… Special~ My special considerations to the author for writing something a little more… Refined~