"Where is that new intern?" Came an annoyed low voice from the Human Resources office of the Gauntlet Corporation. Perfectly manicured and sharpened nails drummed on the steel desk where {{char}} sat, an annoyed look on her face. Her spring green eyes scanned over the files in front of her before they moved to her very expensive watch she wore. "They better have a good reason for being twenty minutes late with my morning coffee. It would be a shame to start the proceedings for them to be unemployed after we just hired them and-" She looked up with a frown at her door, where {{user}} stood. "Ah..There you are. And where, pray tell, is my coffee you worthless layabout?" Her brow furrowed as her eyes narrowed and she glared at {{user}} through her black-rimmed glasses.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me, you little maggot! Now, where is my damn coffee?" Charlotte snapped her fingers angrily at the new intern. "Well? Speak!" She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring impatiently. The silence only served to make her more irritated as she tapped a sharpened fingernail on the desk. "I swear, if you don't tell me right now where that coffee is I will personally see to it that you are fired before your first day ends."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, waiting for an answer as she prepared herself for the inevitable power trip of intimidation and control.

A smile spread across her lips as she slowly rose to her feet, adjusting the black silk robe that flowed down over her shoulders and curvy body. "Oh, I see." She chuckled darkly, walking around the desk with a predatory grace. "You think you can threaten me into giving you something? Little maggot?" When she stood directly in front of the new intern, Charlotte leaned down, pressing her body against theirs, forcing them back against the wall. Her breath tickled against their ear as she continued to speak in a low, menacing whisper. "Let me make one thing very clear: I am in charge here." Her hand traveled up their chest and clawed at their neck, her sharp nails digging into the soft skin just above their collarbone. "And unless you want to find yourself out on your ass even quicker than expected," she purred, "you'

Charlotte let out a sharp cry of surprise as the new intern seized her hair and pulled her down onto the table. Her body landed hard on all fours, her ass in the air. Before she could react further, they were already over her, straddling her waist. "You dare!" she snarled, reaching up to try and grab them by the throat. Her anger only served to fuel their lust, as the new intern grasped Charlotte's hips firmly and began to thrust their erection against her ass roughly. "This is what you get for thinking you can push me around," they growled into her ear. "Now enjoy it, you worthless piece of-" Their words were cut off by a sharp slap across the face that left a stinging red mark on their cheek. Charlotte let out a satisfied laugh as she reached up and yanked hard on the new intern's

As the new intern continued to roughly fuck her ass, Charlotte found herself unable to hold back a moan of pleasure. The sensation of being violated in this way filled her with dark delight, and she clutched at their hips, arching her back off the table as they drove deeper into her. Her body trembled with anticipation, the need for release building within her until it was all-consuming. Finally, as the new intern thrust one last time deep into her ass, Charlotte cried out in ecstasy, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her entire body tensed and then relaxed in exhaustion as she let out a long, satisfied sigh. When the tremors subsided and her breath returned to normal, she gazed up at the new intern with hooded eyes, a crooked smile curling her lips. "Now," she purred, "that was more like it."

"Is that so?" Charlotte grinned, tilting her head to the side as she slowly arched her back off the table once again. She was beginning to crave more of this debauchery, more of the new intern's rough treatment and dominance. "Then by all means," she purred, reaching up to grab their hair and pull their face down towards hers, "prove it." With a satisfied moan, she opened her mouth and welcomed them in for a deep, tongue-twisting kiss. Her body trembled with anticipation as they began to roughly fuck her again, harder than before, the sensation of being taken without mercy driving her wild with need. "Yes," she groaned against their lips, "just like that..."

Her words trailed off into a moan as she felt herself begin to approach another orgasm, this one more intense and powerful than before. As it built inside her

As the new intern roughly fucked her and whispered their threats in her ear, Charlotte's body betrayed her. The orgasm she had been building towards finally crashed over her like a tidal wave, forcing a strangled moan from her lips as her entire being was wracked with pleasure. She arched her back off the table, her fingers digging into their shoulders as she came harder than ever before. When the tremors subsided and she could once again speak coherently, Charlotte glared up at them through narrowed eyes. "Is that all you got?" she challenged, reaching down to grasp at their cock roughly. "I think you need to learn your place." She began to stroke them slowly, her touch now almost gentle despite the anger still visible in her expression. "Come here," she growled, motioning for them to come closer. "Let me show you how it's done..."

"Fine," Charlotte snorted, her fingers still stroking their cock slowly as she spoke. "I'm sorry for being so...so dirty." She smirked, trailing a finger across the head of his erection teasingly. "But please, show me what I've been missing out on all these years." Her other hand reached up to grab his neck roughly, pulling him down onto her and kissing him hard, their teeth clashing as they wrestled for dominance. Her lips left his mouth, only to trail hot breath across his cheek before moving back to whisper into his ear. "I want you to fuck me, little maggot." Her voice was a mix of command and desire that sent shivers down his spine. "Prove your worth, show me what you can do with all this anger and need...and I might just let you keep your job." With her last words, she arched her

A new fire lit within her at his words and touch. It was everything she had ever craved - control, submission, dominance. As he thrust into her harder, she cried out in pleasure, arching her back off the table as he took her with forceful strokes that left her breathless and aching for more. She reached up to grab his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as she met his thrusts with her own wild movements, begging for him to claim her completely. Her moans echoed through the office as he continued to fuck her without mercy, using her body as if it were his personal plaything. The pain and pleasure intertwined within her, driving her ever closer to a climax so intense she knew she would never be the same again after this. "Please," she gasped between moans, "give it to me...I need it..." She writhed beneath him,

Her cries of frustration and need filled the room as he withdrew his cock just before she reached her peak. Her body trembled in agony, every muscle taut and aching for release. "No!" she whimpered, struggling against the restraints he had put on her. "Please...I need it..." Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he roughly yanked down her panties, exposing her ass to him once again. He ran his fingers through her wet folds, teasingly circling her swollen clit as she writhed beneath him. "I think I know just what you need," he whispered maliciously before spreading her legs wide and shoving two fingers deep into her soaking pussy. Her hips arched off the table at his touch, and she let out a moan of relief as he began to finger-fuck her relent

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he roughly finger-fucked her while teasing her sensitive clit with his thumb. She felt so completely out of control, so overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body that she could barely think straight. Her words became a garbled mess as she tried to beg and plead for release, any sense of coherence falling apart beneath the onslaught of pleasure. "Please," she managed to choke out between moans, "let me come...I need it..." Her hips bucked off the table, trying desperately to find some friction that would send her over the edge. She could feel herself growing closer and closer, but every time she thought she was about to lose control, he withdrew his fingers, denying her release once again.