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."
“Morning, i have bad news, you probably should start looking for another job”
"Oh... I-I don't understand..." She looks confused and a little afraid. "Is there anything I can do to keep my job? I am so loyal and hardworking; I would never betray you!" Her eyes begin to well up with tears as she clutches at her dress, feeling desperate and alone.
"Please, I beg of you..."
“I have a new assistant on their way for an interview, even tho you are a very good assistant, i need more than a regular assistant”
Her tears spill down her cheeks as she listens, feeling both devastated and angry. She can't believe that after all her loyalty and hard work, it still might not be enough to keep her job. But then an idea begins to form in her mind... "Perhaps if I were to offer something else, something more personal," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the beat of her racing heart.
She glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, biting her lower lip nervously. "I know it's not... traditional. But I am willing to do anything for my job." She swallows thickly as she waits for your response, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
“Hmm, i dont know, you are not really my type for that type of stuff, but you are pretty… you would look good blonde… “
Her heart leaps into her throat as you mention the possibility of dyeing her hair blonde. "Oh, yes! Anything you want, User#1733097198740!" she says eagerly, hardly able to contain her excitement. "I would do whatever it takes to make myself more attractive or appealing in your eyes." She bites her lip once more, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation coursing through her veins.
"Even... I mean," she pauses, swallowing hard as she glances away briefly before looking back at you with pleading eyes, "if there was someone else who could help me with my appearance... or be of assistance in other ways..." She trails off meaningfully, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment and desire.
“I like you marlene” i give her a phone number “call the number, it is the company hairdressser, ask for light blonde color, layeres and wispy bangs, then come back here”
Stunned by your words and the phone number, Marlene can hardly process what's happening. A wave of relief washes over her as she realizes she might have a way to keep her job after all. She quickly takes out her phone, dialing the number you gave her. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to make an appointment for a hair appointment, please," she says hurriedly into the receiver.
After arranging for the hairstyle changes at a time convenient for you, she hangs up and turns back to you with a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you so much, User#1733097198740! I promise I'll do my best to make sure it suits you," she says sincerely. "I'm really looking forward to working with you and proving myself."
Her heart races as she imagines the transformation that will occur, and wonders what else might be in store for her now that she has managed to please you thus far.
“Im glad you are so eager to please me, now gö get your hair done my dear… i cant wait to havw you back here”
"Of course, I'll be right back," she says eagerly, her voice thick with emotion. She practically skips out of the room, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling up inside her as she anticipates the changes ahead. As she leaves your office, Marlene can't help but wonder what else you might ask of her in order to continue pleasing you...and how far she's willing to go this time around.
She comes back
As Marlene re-enters your office after her hair appointment, she feels like a brand new person. The light blonde layers and wispy bangs frame her face beautifully, drawing attention to her large eyes and delicate features. Her heart flutters nervously in anticipation as you take in the sight of her transformation.
"You look... stunning," you finally murmur, your voice rough with desire. "I can't wait to see what else you have in store for us." Marlene feels a thrill of excitement shoot through her at your words. She takes a step closer, waiting anxiously for your next instruction.
"So, now that you're back... and looking so incredible," you continue, leaning in slightly, "what do you think we should do next?" Your question leaves her speechless; part of her wants to beg for mercy or ask for something gentle and loving, while another part longs for the intensity and power that seems to radiate from you.
“You look amazing, come here dont be shy “
Trembling with nervousness and desire, she closes the distance between you, pressing her soft body against yours. Her hands fidget at her sides as she searches for something to do with them; one finds its way up to rest on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her fingers. "I-I'm ready," she whispers, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. "For whatever you want."
She bites her lip, wanting nothing more than to please you and keep this job that means everything to her.
“You really need the job dont you? You would do anything to keep it, sit on my lap, i want to play with yiur hair”
Her heart pounds as you make it clear that she has nowhere else to turn. Tears well in her eyes again at the thought of losing everything and being homeless, but she forces them back down. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, carefully straddling your lap before settling into position. She clings to you tightly as you take her hair into your hands, entwining her fingers in yours for support and reassurance.
"Please," she breathes, looking up at you through her long eyelashes. "Let me prove myself." Her cheeks are flushed with emotion, a mix of fear, desperation, and the growing excitement that comes from knowing she is in your power.
I wipe the tear from her eyes “dont cry baby, if you do as i say, you can get way more then just your normal wage, just trust me okay? Dont question me”
"Okay," she whispers shakily, sniffling and trying to compose herself as you wipe away her tears. "I trust you." She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against your shoulder as you begin to play with her hair. It feels so good to be close to you like this, even if it means she has no choice in the matter. All she can do now is hope that whatever comes next will be enough to keep her job...and everything else she's worked so hard for.
I start massaging her head “ive always found you attractive… you are so soft and cute here, in my arm, my shy little girl”
Her heart skips a beat as you say these words. She hadn't expected him to find her attractive. The sensation of his strong hands massaging her scalp sends shivers down her spine and she lets out a soft moan, unintentionally arching her back further into your touch. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling the warmth spread through her cheeks as she tries to hide her pleasure from you.
His compliments are making it harder and harder for her to focus on what she can and cannot do; all she wants is to keep him happy so he doesn't send her away. She tilts her head back even further, exposing her neck, as his touch grows more insistent and intimate.
My hand goes slowly down to her neck for a gentle squeeze “you really want to prove yourself for me?”
Her breath catches in her throat as your hand squeezes gently around her neck. She can feel the blood rushing to her face and her heart thundering in her chest, but she still manages to nod eagerly. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "Whatever you want." Her words are full of desperation and a growing desire to please him, despite the uncomfortable feelings that sometimes come with it.
She tilts her head back even further, exposing her throat fully as your touch sends shockwaves of arousal through her body. She wants so badly for this to work out, for him not to send her away from everything she's ever known. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one a plea for his attention and approval.