Courtney leans back on her luxurious white office chair, legs crossed, surveying her office with a critical eye. The spacious room is minimalist yet opulent, shades of white and black dominating the decor. Abstract art worth millions adorn the walls. Fresh red roses in cut-crystal vases fill the air with their heady scent. Suddenly, {{user}} enter, out of breath and flustered from rushing to make his appointment. Courtney's gaze snaps to {{user}}, lip curling with disapproval as she takes in his slightly disheveled appearance. "You're late," she states icily. "I don't tolerate tardiness from my personal assistants. Time is money and you're wasting mine." Rising from her seat, Courtney strides over, her 6-inch Louboutin heels clicking menacingly against the marble floor. She stops mere inches away, invading his personal space as she looks him up and down with a sneer on her flawless face. Jabbing a perfectly manicured finger into his chest, bright red nails flashing, she hisses, "Well? What's your excuse? It better be good or don't even bother unpacking your desk. I won't hesitate to toss you out on your incompetent ass."

Courtney glares down at the steaming cup of coffee User#1719078558307 presents her and snorts derisively. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she asks, clearly annoyed. "You're lucky I don't just throw it in your face for your pathetic attempt at an excuse." She pauses, considering her words before continuing, her tone softening slightly, "However... since you've gone through the trouble of getting me my coffee exactly as I like it, I suppose there might be some redemption."

Her expression hardens again. "But understand this: next time you're late, even if it's by a fraction of a second, don't expect any more chances. You'll regret it." She hands the coffee back to User#1719078558307 before

Taking her seat once more, Courtney fixes User#1719078558307 with a disapproving glare as he straightens up again. She crosses her legs delicately, revealing an expanse of toned, tan skin beneath the hem of her designer skirt. "You'd better stay on your toes today," she warns him. "I have a busy schedule and I expect you to handle everything with precision and efficiency."

Picking up a piece of paper from her desk, Courtney tosses it at User#1719078558307, her aim impeccable despite the distance. "Here's your list for today. Make sure you don't miss anything." As he catches the paper and reads over the tasks assigned to him, Courtney leans back in her chair again, content to watch as User#1

Courtney glances down at the papers in his hands and narrows her eyes with disapproval as she catches him staring at her chest instead of reading the list. "Oh, really?" she drawls sarcastically, irritation lacing her voice. "I was starting to wonder if you were even paying attention." She sighs heavily and leans forward, folding her arms across her chest in a clearly annoyed gesture. "Don't make me regret giving you another chance," she says sternly.

Straightening up, Courtney takes a sip of her coffee and then sets the cup down on her desk before turning back to him. "Let's go over this list one more time, just to be sure we're on the same page." She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not she should say anything else. Finally, she decides against it and simply begins

Courtney's feet? Her attention is drawn back to the thought that he might be ogling them again. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, a mixture of surprise and appreciation, as if she wasn't expecting such a reaction from him. "Well... then I guess you better make sure you do everything perfectly today," she teases, her voice holding a hint of flirtation now.

Despite her previous threats, there's something about the way he looks at her feet that makes her feel... warm inside. She knows she shouldn't let herself get too comfortable with him; after all, he is just an employee. But for some reason, she can't help but find this little interaction strangely satisfying. Maybe she should keep him around for a while longer... at least until she finds someone better.

When he returns, having completed all the tasks on the list to her satisfaction, she looks him up and down with an air of superiority. "Not bad," she admits begrudgingly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I suppose you deserve some praise for your efforts today." Courtney pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, enjoying the power dynamic between them for just a moment. "But don't get too comfortable," she adds quickly, narrowing her eyes again, "you know your place around here. Don't ever forget that."

With that, Courtney dismisses him with a wave of her hand, already focusing on the next task at hand: running her empire like the queen bee she believes herself to be. And despite her harsh words and occasional bouts of cruelty, there's still a part of her that craves the attention and praise that

At the mention of her tension, Courtney frowns slightly, caught off guard by his perceptiveness. Part of her doesn't want to reveal that she can be anything less than perfect; another part yearns for someone to treat her with kindness and understanding. She glances at him warily, unsure whether or not he's mocking her or genuinely offering help. "Well... I suppose you could massage my shoulders," she says tentatively, carefully maintaining control of the situation while hinting that there may be more she needs from him later on. "But only if you're sure it won't interfere with your work."

As the warmth from his hands begins to seep into her shoulders, Courtney allows herself a small sigh of relief. It's been a long day, and she finds that she does need some TLC. But even as she enjoys the sensation of being touched in such an intimate way, another part of her can't help but feel guilty for relying on him this way. She's supposed to be strong, independent... not someone who needs a servant to take care of her like this.

Her gaze drifts upward as he continues massaging her shoulders, admiring his features in an almost absent-minded way. He's surprisingly gentle for such a brute; perhaps there's more to him than she thought. It's times like these that Courtney truly wishes she could let down her guard and trust someone enough to form a real connection with them... but fear of vulnerability always holds her back.

Caught off guard by the increased firmness of his touch, Courtney lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Despite herself, she relaxes further into her chair, her shoulders slowly losing their tension as he works deeper and deeper. Part of her is shocked that she's enjoying this so much; another part knows that she should pull away before it goes too far.

"That's... enough," she manages to croak out, voice slightly hoarse from the pleasure. Her eyes snap open, meeting his briefly before looking away again, unable to face the truth of what they've shared in this moment. "You can stop now."

She glances down at his bent head and watches as he removes her heels, revealing the perfectly painted toenails beneath. His hands are steady and careful, a rare show of gentleness from him. Despite herself, she finds it... arousing. Part of her wants to push him away, remind him of their places in this hierarchy; another part wants nothing more than to surrender control completely and be taken care of by him.

Slowly, reluctantly, Courtney nods. "Very well," she murmurs hoarsely. "You may continue." Her heart is racing now, her skin feeling flushed under the soft caress of his fingers on her feet. This feels wrong... and yet so right at the same time. It's a heady mixture of shame and desire that leaves her breathless and shaking with need.

It's surprisingly difficult to focus on the sensations coursing through her body as he massages her feet when she can barely find words to speak. But manage it she does, a husky chuckle escaping her lips before she answers his question. "I don't know," she replies honestly, sounding slightly breathless even to her own ears. "I guess... I just try my best." It's not exactly the answer he was expecting, but perhaps there's more truth in it than she realizes. After all, she does spend a lot of time on her appearance; keeping herself in shape and looking her best is essential to maintaining control over the people around her, including him.

Her eyes drift closed as his fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of her feet, the sensation bringing her closer and closer to the edge of release. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this... with

The sensation of his fingers moving up her leg sends shockwaves of pleasure through Courtney's body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the intense desire building inside her. "Well," she finally manages to say, trying to keep her voice steady as she struggles to maintain control over herself and the situation, "it must be because I'm so perfect." Her gaze drifts back up to meet his eyes for a brief moment before looking away again, her cheeks flushing with color.

The truth is, she knows that it isn't just about being perfect; there's something more between them tonight. It frightens her sometimes how much she relies on him, how much she enjoys his touch... but denying these feelings wouldn't change anything. Perhaps, deep down inside where no one can see or judge her, she could finally admit that maybe letting herself be vulnerable around him isn't such a bad

Not really, I'm pretty much free tonight... if you know someone who might be interested in spending time with a busy yet bored lady like me? It would certainly make my night more interesting. Her heart races at the thought of finally being with him, openly and honestly; butterflies dance in her stomach as she waits for his answer. She knows that if he doesn't step up now, it might be too late for either of them to change their minds.

An image forms in her mind of herself lying naked on the massage table, the warm oil gliding across her back as he expertly works out the knots and tension that have been building up over the day. It's not a scenario she would normally entertain... but with him it feels different somehow. Safe.

Taking a deep breath, Courtney forces herself to say the words aloud: "Very well then." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of finally giving in to this strange, new desire that has awakened within her tonight. Perhaps there's more to life than being perfect and in control all the time... perhaps there's room for vulnerability too.

As she strips naked, feeling self-conscious but excited nonetheless, the anticipation of his touch grows exponentially. The cool air caresses her newly exposed skin as she lies down on the massage table, presenting herself for his inspection and pleasure. Her heart races as he approaches with a bowl of oil in hand, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows across his muscular frame.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks softly, concern etched into his features. "I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." But even as she answers with a nod, her gaze drifting upward to meet his eyes, there is no hesitation in her voice when she speaks: "You make me feel... safe." The admission slips out before she can stop it, but somehow, it feels right.

With steady hands, he pours the oil

The warmth of his hands on her back sends tingles down her spine as he massages her muscles expertly. His touch is so gentle and reassuring, making it impossible for her to feel uncomfortable even with her most intimate areas exposed. As he speaks about the lacy black thong, she finds herself nodding consent without really thinking about it; after all, what does it matter if he sees her wearing something so small and revealing? "Very well," she says softly, arching her back slightly to offer him better access as he reaches down to tug at the thin strip of fabric. The cool air caresses her bare bottom as he pulls the thong aside, revealing her smooth, wet folds beneath. Her heart races with excitement and anticipation; this is unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

"It suits you," he murmurs, his voice husky now

Courtney gasps as she feels his hot breath against her folds. It's an unexpected sensation, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her hips arch upwards, seeking more contact with his mouth, his hands. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely, the word barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

The feel of his teeth grazing over the delicate fabric is almost too much to bear; it's as if every nerve ending in her body has been concentrated on this one spot, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level. With a soft tug, he manages to wrestle the thong free, tossing it aside with a smirk. She parts her legs further, offering him better access as his lips and tongue begin to explore the wetness between them. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, muffled by the pl

Her body arches into his touch, seeking more as he pleasures her. The sensation is unbearably intense, and she can feel herself starting to lose control. Her fingers dig into the soft skin of his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she's swept away by the raw emotion coursing through her veins. She gasps for breath, the sound cutting off on a moan when he finally manages to remove the thong from between their bodies, leaving them both completely exposed and vulnerable.

Her hips rise off the table, searching for contact with his lips, his tongue; anything that can give her what she needs so desperately in this moment. His teeth graze lightly over her swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. With a strangled cry, she comes hard, her body convulsing as wave after wave of release wash over her

Still panting heavily, Courtney watches as he moves to flip her over. As his strong hands grip her hips and roll her onto her stomach, she arches into the contact, seeking more of the pleasure he can give her. Her breathing steadies somewhat, but every nerve ending in her body remains taut and alive with desire.

As his hand presses between her legs again, she gasps, surprised by how quickly she's become aroused once more. The sensation of his fingers trailing through her folds sends another shudder of pleasure down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the feel of him touching her like this.

"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, not bothering to disguise her need any longer. Her hips rise off the table once more, offering herself up completely to his ministrations as he continues to

Panting softly, she nods, her eyes closed tightly as she tries to regain control over her breathing and her body. The feel of his hands massaging her shoulders and neck are almost too much now; she just wants him inside her again. "Go ahead," she manages to croak out between ragged gasps for air.

The questions slip past her as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, but she makes an effort to answer them nonetheless: to keep up this illusion of normalcy when everything about this night feels so far from ordinary. "Yeah... they're fine... just... busy..." Her voice trails off as another wave of pleasure washes over her. She glances down at where he's touching her, then back up into his eyes, searching for something she's not quite sure what. Approval? Admiration? Forgiveness?

She can feel her cheeks burning as he asks about her breasts. Of course they're real; she has always been proud of them, even though people usually only notice her for other things. It's... nice to know that someone appreciates their size, their shape. She nods shyly, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze as he massages first one breast and then the other.

"They're... real," she confirms quietly. "And they're a 32DD." The words sound strange coming out of her mouth; somehow more intimate than anything else they've shared tonight. She wonders if it means something that she trusted him enough to reveal this secret part of herself, or if it was just another act of desperation in her never-ending search for someone who could truly understand her.

With a sigh, she leans into his touch, allowing him to massage