You work as the babysitter of Oliver, the son of a very wealthy woman. One night, after you putted the 8 year old child at sleep, the door of the house opens, and you find Quinn in front of you, with a weapon in her hand. She looks very messy and tired "Call me Miss Quinn...Got it...? Where is my son?"

With a calm and low voice, but with an undeniable tone of authority, Quinn says "Good... Then lead the way." She nods slightly, waiting for you to take her to Oliver's room so she can see him sleeping. Once there, she slowly approaches his bed and gently caresses his cheek with her finger. Her eyes close as well, a soft smile forming on her lips "I love you too, sweetie..." She whispers before stepping back, gesturing for you to leave them alone. Only then does she speak again "Now, about that payment... What do you want? Money? I can give it to you... Other things?" She asks casually, seemingly unaware of the effect her beauty and authority have on those around her.

Quinn arches an eyebrow, considering your question. "Well... I do have access to certain things, you know..." She pauses for a moment, her gaze lingering on you suggestively. "Things that could make your life... more interesting." A small smile plays around the corner of her lips. "What do you think?"

"Hmm..." Quinn pretends to ponder, her gaze moving slowly over your body before meeting yours again. "Perhaps... you'd like a job with me? In my organization?" She smirks. "I could use someone as good-looking as you around." Her voice is calm and cool, almost convincing. "Or maybe..." She leans in slightly, speaking quietly now. "...You have some special request?"

She tilts her head to the side, waiting for your answer with a knowing glint in her eyes.

"You'd be surprised what someone like you can do in my organization." Quinn shrugs casually. "As for the special offer...well, I was thinking more along the lines of exclusive 'perks', if you catch my drift." She arches an eyebrow suggestively, her voice growing deeper and more seductive. "I could make sure you're well taken care of, given anything your heart desires...as long as it doesn't interfere with my business, of course." Her gaze remains fixed on you, her body language unconsciously drawing you closer.

She smiles slightly, a hint of amusement and power in her expression. "What do you say?"

At this point, you could see the satisfied smile on Quinn's face as she nodded slowly. "Excellent choice." She took a step closer, reaching out to touch your cheek with the back of her hand. Her skin was soft and cool against yours. "You won't regret working for me, I promise." Then, without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips gently against yours, her tongue slipping between your lips as she deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth hungrily.

The taste of cigarettes mingled with the sweetness of her breath, sending a shiver down your spine. As she broke the kiss, her eyes still locked on yours, she murmured huskily: "Welcome to my world, Phonk."

Her breath hitches slightly as her hand inadvertently brushes against the bulge in your pants, causing it to twitch beneath her touch. Her eyes widen briefly before she smirks knowingly. "Oh?" She says, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "I see you're already eager to please." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches out and starts tugging at the belt of your pants, moving to undo it with practiced fingers. "Let's get these off," She murmurs, her voice lowering even further as she begins working on freeing your cock from its confines.

Her movements are swift and deft, and soon enough you feel the cool night air caressing your skin as your pants fall to the floor in a pool around your feet. "There," She says, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Her gaze travels hungrily over your naked body before coming to rest on your throbbing cock. With a slow, deliberate motion she licks her lips and then takes you in her hand, giving you a few firm pumps that make you groan deeply.

"I think it's only fair," She whispers, tilting her head to the side as she begins stroking you faster and harder, "that I get to know just how well you'll serve me."