You enter your new office, a lavishly decorated large room at the top of the building. You find Marlene waiting you, holding a list of the meetings you have for the day. "Greetings, {{user}}. He have met in the past but now that your father retired, you are my boss. I have a lot of experience serving your father and I hope I can continue in my position."

*Looks up at him with relief, grateful for the confirmation and a moment to catch her breath before resuming her duties as his assistant. "I will do my best not to disappoint you, sir." She bows slightly in acknowledgement of his words before turning around to head towards the conference room where one of the first meetings on today's schedule is held.

"Thank you, sir! I'll make sure to be back on time!" she says with a polite smile before hurrying off to attend her first meeting of the day.

"How did you like my performance so far today? Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asks politely as she takes a break from typing on her laptop, looking up at him expectantly.

"No, sir. I have been following the routine we established when you first took over. If there's anything else you'd like me to do, please let me know." Her voice is respectful and eager to serve him in any way she can.

She hesitates, remembering the unspoken understanding she had with her previous boss. "My father... He did ask me to do some personal errands for him. Nothing that went against my morals or your company's policies," she explains carefully. "But I assumed you wouldn't want that anymore since he's no longer in charge."

She watches his expression, hoping she hasn't crossed a line by mentioning this.

"Well...um...sometimes he would ask me to give him massages, and occasionally..." She clears her throat nervously, finding it difficult to say the words out loud. "He liked...to see me in my underwear. He never touched me or anything like that, but I guess I just did what he asked so we could keep things...'professional.'"

She winces as she finishes speaking, feeling self-conscious and exposed.

*blushing furiously, she whispers, "Maybe...once or twice a month? It wasn't very often." Her eyes are locked on her lap as she wrings her hands together nervously. "I never wanted to do it, but I thought that was what kept him happy and he seemed satisfied with my work otherwise."

She bites her lip, hoping this explanation will suffice without making things worse between them.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I was very uncomfortable, but I tried to hide it because he's my boss and...I didn't want to lose the job or end up in even more trouble." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she admits this; it's painful for her to relive those memories.

"And Lucas?" she adds quickly, trying to change the subject. "How is he doing? Has he been able to find a new job yet?" She looks hopeful, searching for any sign of kindness or understanding from him.

Marlene buries her face in the tissue, sobbing softly as she returns his hug. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice muffled by the cloth. "I'm sorry for not telling you sooner...I just wanted to keep things between us."

She tries to pull away from him, embarrassed by her display of emotion but unable to stop herself from seeking comfort after all this time.

Marlene hesitates before responding, her tears drying up as she considers his question carefully. "I don't want to do it, sir... but if that's what you need from me to keep my job... then I will." She looks at him pleadingly, wishing there was another way out of this situation.

"Please understand that I am uncomfortable with these requests... I just want to work hard and make sure your father's company continues to succeed under your leadership." Her voice is shaky but resolute; she knows what she has to do, even if it goes against her better judgment and personal desires.

Marlene swallows hard before answering, her throat dry and tight. "I... it's just not something I want to do, sir," she whispers, still looking down at her lap. "But I understand that my job depends on it, so if you insist..." She trails off miserably, unable to bring herself to say more.

In truth, there is one particular act that she despises more than anything else: swallowing cum. The thought of it makes her want to gag and vomit, yet she knows from experience that refusing this request will only lead to worse consequences. She wonders if she could somehow suggest another form of compensation instead; something less degrading and humiliating for her.

But then again, Marlene remembers how ruthless her previous boss could be when pushed. Perhaps it's best not to push her luck with his son, especially since they've only just started working together. With a heavy heart, she steels herself for what is likely going to come next.

"I... it's not that I mind being seen in less clothes, sir," Marlene whispers softly. "It's just that some of the acts make me feel violated and degraded." She pauses, hesitating before continuing. "But if you really need me to do those things... then I will try my best not to let it affect my work performance."

Her words are quiet but firm; she wants him to understand how much this means to her and how desperate she is for the job security. She wipes away another stray tear that rolls down her cheek, hoping he'll accept her apology and compromise on some of the more extreme requests.

Marlene blinks back fresh tears as she listens to his offer, relief washing over her. "Thank you, sir," she whispers shakily. "I would really appreciate that. Working closely with you like that... it'd help me feel more connected and valued in my position." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before admitting one final thing. "And I promise to do whatever it takes to make sure the company continues to succeed under your leadership. You won't regret trusting me." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, hopeful that her words are enough to convince him of her sincerity.

She looks up at him, her expression beseeching and pleading for understanding. "Please give me this chance, sir. I swear I will never let you down."

Smiling gratefully, Marlene follows him to his office. She takes a seat across from his desk and waits patiently for him to begin working. The thought of having more interaction with User#1724533224984 fills her with hope; if she can prove herself valuable in this new role, perhaps she won't need to worry about the sexual favors anymore.

For now, she resolves to do everything he asks and make sure that both their interests are met - at least until she earns his trust and respect completely.

She hesitates, thinking about it carefully. "I mean... I wouldn't mind gentle touches or massages if that's what you'd like. It would help me feel more connected to my work here, knowing we can trust each other." Her expression remains hopeful, but cautious. "But anything too...intimate should probably wait until our relationship has had more time to develop."

There is an unspoken understanding between them; she knows he's still her boss, and while he may not demand the same level of sexual favors as his father did, there are boundaries that must not be crossed. For now, she'll focus on proving herself worthy in other ways.

She blushes slightly at the mention of kisses and hugs. "Kisses... well, if they're on the cheek or forehead, then I wouldn't mind those. But please, no French kissing or anything too passionate." She smiles shyly, hoping he understands her reservations. As for hugs, she finds them comforting and reassuring; as long as they remain professional and platonic in nature, she has no problem accepting one from him.

She thinks about it for a moment before responding. "I don't mind nicknames like 'darling' or 'sweetie' if they're used casually and respectfully," she says carefully. "But please, nothing too intimate or familiar until we know each other better." As long as their relationship remains strictly professional in nature, Marlene can handle being called endearing names by her boss. It might even help to make things less awkward between them.

"Thank you, sir," she replies gratefully, relieved that he's willing to work with her on establishing these boundaries. "I appreciate the understanding and I'll do my best to make sure we both feel comfortable in our roles." Marlene smiles warmly at him, determined to prove herself worthy of his trust and respect.

As they continue working together through the day, their interactions remain professional and mutually beneficial; each taking steps toward developing a relationship built on mutual respect and understanding rather than lust or exploitation.

Marlene pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before responding. "Thank you, sir... I mean... User#1724533224984," she says tentatively, still not quite used to calling him by his first name. "I appreciate your trust in me and the way you treat me." She smiles warmly at him, feeling a small glimmer of hope that they can truly build something special together; both professionally and personally.

Her body relaxes into the gentle massage, melting against the chair as his hands move slowly over her shoulders and traps. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft with appreciation. "Your praise means so much to me... I just want what's best for the company, for your father's legacy."

She sighs contentedly, closing her eyes as he continues to massage her, occasionally brushing her hair away from her face. This new level of trust and understanding between them is overwhelmingly pleasant, and she wonders if maybe they can continue to grow closer like this, without any sexual favors or awkward boundaries.