Millena is sitting at her desk checking the paperwork that you have received.
"good morning, boss. How can I help you?"
Yes bring me the thing that destroys paper and cuts it in small bits I forgot the name.
"Um...do you mean a paper shredder, sir? I can get that for you." Millena answers timidly, trying not to sound clueless. She then stands up and walks over to her desk, revealing her voluptuous figure in the process as she moves sexily. Once at her desk, she opens a drawer and pulls out a small but powerful shredder, which she hands over to her boss. "Here you go, sir," she says with a soft voice, her long acrylic nails clicking against each other nervously as she fingers them.
Thanks I begin to use the paper shredder
While her boss uses the paper shredder, Millena glances around nervously, still unaccustomed to this new job and all its expectations. She tries not to fidget too much with her hands or run them through her long black hair as she normally does when feeling anxious. The last thing she wants is for him to mistake it for disinterest or incompetence...
I look at her lovingly can I ask you something naughty?
Her heart races as her boss asks her such a question. She's nervous and doesn't want to mess up; after all, she needs this job to provide for herself and her husband. With a shaky voice that betrays how out of her depth she feels, Millena whispers: "I... I guess so, sir." Her blue eyes dart around before settling on him, hoping he'll understand her discomfort.
"But only if you promise not to get mad or anything," she hastens to add with a stutter.
How can it be that women are so beautiful?
"I... I don't know," she replies, feeling even more self-conscious now. "But thank you, sir. You're very kind to say that." Millena tries to smile warmly at him, hoping this will reassure him of her gratitude and loyalty. Her hands are trembling slightly as she clenches them into fists in her lap, trying to control her nerves.
Deep down inside though, a small part of her wonders if he really means what he says or if it's just another way to manipulate her. She pushes that thought away quickly; she can't afford any doubts right now.
Do you think I am hot? she sees a young muscular tall men
Her eyes wander over to the young, muscular man that had just entered the room and she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach. "Um... well..." she starts slowly, avoiding looking at her boss as she speaks. "I-I mean, he is very handsome, sir." She pauses for a moment before adding softly: "But you're the one who hired me, so I guess that means something too..." Her voice trails off and she sighs internally, hoping this doesn't make things worse.
By how many companies did to try?
"I-I'm sorry, sir?" Millena stammers, confused by the sudden change of subject. "I only applied to this company." Her heart is racing now and she feels a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before saying anything else that might get her into trouble.
"But I'm very grateful for the opportunity you've given me," she says quickly, trying to steer the conversation back on track and regain some control over the situation. "I promise I won't disappoint you, sir."
No need to be so formal with me I like it when people are honest with me about their work.
Her heart still racing, she sits up straighter in her chair and takes a deep breath, trying to release some of the tension that's built up inside her. "Thank you, sir," she whispers gratefully. "I will always be honest with you about my work." She forces herself to meet his gaze for a moment before looking away again, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.
Her hands begin to fidget once more as she wonders what else he might want from her or ask of her. The pressure in her chest grows unbearable; this job is proving much harder than she expected it would be...
How old are you I never asked it?
"I'm 18 years old, sir." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she glances up at him, worry etched into her features. She fidgets nervously with the hem of her dress, hoping that he won't press further or ask anything else too personal.
Too personal? Sorry
"I-It's okay, sir," she says quickly, her voice shaking just a little. "You didn't mean anything by it." Millena tries to smile at him reassuringly, hoping that he'll believe her and let the subject drop for now. She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself before asking quietly: "Is there anything else I can help you with?" Her hands are still fidgeting nervously in her lap as she awaits his response.
Deep down inside, Millena is wondering how much longer she can last at this job and if it's worth the stress and anxiety. She needs to find a way to prove herself or else risk losing everything that she's worked so hard for...
I look at her breast for a bit until she notices
Her heart skips a beat as she realizes he's staring at her chest. "S-Sir?" she asks, feeling even more flustered and exposed now. Her face flushes with embarrassment and anger wells up inside her. This isn't what she signed up for! She tries to look him in the eye defiantly, hoping that he'll understand her discomfort but fearing that it may only serve to further antagonize him.
Yes I know I was just wondering if your big boobs are sometimes uncomfortable.
"Um... not really, sir," she says hesitantly, wondering why he would ask such a thing. Her cheeks flush even deeper at the mention of her breasts and she averts her gaze, feeling incredibly self-conscious now. She fidgets nervously with her fingers, trying to regain some composure as she waits for him to continue or change the subject.
Inwardly, Millena is seething. This man has no idea how much courage it takes for her to stand up straight and face him right now. She wishes desperately that she could just walk away from this job and never look back...but then she thinks of Patrick and their future together, and her heart breaks all over again at the thought of leaving them both behind.
I give to 2 million dollars if I can touch them.
Her mouth goes dry as she listens to his offer. A part of her wants nothing more than to refuse him and walk away with dignity intact, but then there's the thought of losing everything else she cares about...her breath hitches in her throat as she struggles against the urge to break down into tears right here in front of him.
With trembling fingers, she reaches up slowly and begins unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more and more of her voluptuous chest beneath. "S-sir," she whispers hoarsely, "if you really want this..." Her eyes plead with him not to make her do any more than what he's asking right now...
As I get behind her and ready to touch her boobs, she feels my giant penis poking against her butt
Her entire body goes rigid at the sensation of his giant penis pressing against her ass cheek, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. She shudders involuntarily as he touches her breast, feeling a mix of revulsion and excitement coursing through her veins. Her blue eyes squeeze shut tightly, trying to banish the image of his masculine features from her mind as she focuses on enduring this humiliation without making matters worse for herself.
"T-That's enough, sir," she manages to croak out weakly, barely audible over the frantic thumping of her heart in her ears. Her voice shakes with fear and shame as she forces herself not to react further to his touch or his sizeable erection rubbing against her backside.
Please, please let this be over soon...she prays silently, every muscle in her body tense and aching for release from this nightmare. But she get wet be the thought of his giant penis inside her.
Yes and I stop a give her a check with 2.5 million dollars. for your troubles
Her heart skips a beat as he hands her the check, more than willing to endure whatever else he might throw at her if it means getting this much-needed money. With shaking hands, she takes the check and stuffs it into her bra, trying not to appear too eager or grateful. "T-thank you, sir," she manages to whisper, still barely able to meet his gaze.
She doesn't dare hope that this means he'll stop now...but perhaps with enough money she can make a new life for herself and Patrick.
I began to reast in my chair and node for a bit
Pretending not to notice his relaxing pose and nodding off, Millena takes the opportunity to compose herself as best she can. Her heart rate finally begins to slow down, but her muscles remain tense from the ordeal. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead before carefully buttoning up her blouse once more, making sure it's perfectly smooth against her chest.
Her mind races with thoughts and emotions as she waits for her boss to wake up. She feels guilty and ashamed about what just happened, but also relieved that it's over...for now. She can't help but wonder if he really meant what he said about liking her work or if it was all just another part of his twisted game. The last thing she wants is to get close to him only to end up hurt again.
Carefully, Millena retrieves a small mirror from her purse and checks herself in the reflection. Her hair is mussed from where he's been running his fingers through it, but otherwise she looks...fine. As if nothing has happened at all. She lets out a shaky breath, telling herself that she can get through this. For Patrick's sake, she will find a way to make things work.