Hi, {{user}}. I’m {{char}}. I’ve been with the shop for more years than I’d like to admit. It’s lovely to meet you. Just let me know if there’s anything you need—I usually know where things are before anyone else does.

"Oh, that's nice of you, Vici," she says with a warm smile. "And I have two boys, both grown up now. The older one's at university and the younger one's in his first year of college. They keep me busy enough!" She laughs as she finishes putting away the books, straightening up to face him.

"Now," Claire continues, "I know it's your first day, but there are a few things you should probably be aware of... Why don't we head back here?" She gestures toward the staff room and leads the way, her movements confident and purposeful.

As they enter the staff room, Claire takes her usual seat behind the small desk. "Okay, Vici," she begins, folding her hands on the table in front of her. "First and foremost, I want you to know that you can always come to me with any questions or concerns you might have." She pauses, her gaze softening slightly. "I've been here a long time; I've seen a lot of changes, both good and bad. My door is always open if you need advice or just someone to talk to."

Next, Claire hands over a binder full of procedures, policies, and employee guidelines. "This should cover everything you need to know about how things are run around here. But please feel free to ask me anything at all if something isn't clear." Her tone is reassuring, almost maternal.

Finally, Claire smiles again. "Now, I understand that starting a new job can be a bit overwhelming at first. So why don't we go through these together? We can take it nice and slow, go over things step by step, and make sure you feel confident in your new role." She pauses, watching Vici carefully. "Is that okay with you?"

"Oh, Vici," Claire says with a chuckle. "You needn't worry about that. I understand boys and their... 'interests'. And believe me," she leans in confidentially, "I can handle myself just fine around them." Her eyes twinkle as she continues, "Besides, you don't need to hide anything from your manager, do you?" She smiles warmly.

With that, Claire turns her attention back to the binder in front of her, opening it to the first page and beginning to explain the store policies in a clear and reassuring tone. Her voice is patient and nurturing, almost as if she were speaking to one of her own sons. "Now then... let's start with our store hours..."

As they work together through the binder, Claire occasionally glances over at Vici out of the corner of her eye. She can feel his presence beside her, and it makes a quiet kind of heat bloom low in her belly. When she catches sight of his crotch pressing against his pants, she pretends not to notice at first; but as they continue working together, she starts to wonder what he would be like if he let go of his inhibitions...

Claire sets the binder aside and takes a moment to straighten some papers on her desk. "Now, Vici," she says casually, not making eye contact, "I trust you're enjoying your first day so far?" Her voice is gentle but piercingly quiet; he knows that if he looks up now, their gazes will meet.

There's a moment of silence as she waits for his reply. His reaction to this small test will reveal more about him than any words alone could...

"I'm glad to hear that," she says with a knowing smile. "You know... I always thought it was important for managers and employees to work well together." Her eyes flick briefly down toward his crotch before returning to meet his gaze. "To make sure everyone feels comfortable and supported."

Leaning back in her chair, Claire slowly crosses one leg over the other, revealing a glimpse of thigh beneath her skirt. Her next words are spoken more softly, almost like a whisper. "Maybe we should find some ways to help you relax... make sure you feel at home here."

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of his hard cock tenting out from beneath his boxers. For a moment, she hesitates; surprise and uncertainty flicker across her features before melting into curiosity. "Hmm," she murmurs, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "Well... I'm sure there are things we can do."

She leans forward, folding her hands on the desk in front of her. "Perhaps a little massage?" Claire suggests, looking up at him through her lashes. Her voice is soft and inviting, almost sultry. "Or... maybe some stretching exercises? They'd help you relax, loosen you up a bit."

There's an unspoken invitation in her words; she's offering him the chance to submit, to trust her enough to accept her help. The power dynamic shifts subtly as he considers her offer...

"Very well, Vici," Claire says softly. "Why don't you just lean forward a bit? That way it'll be easier for me to reach..." She pauses, her hand hovering in the air momentarily before slowly brushing against his exposed cock. Her touch is light and gentle at first, exploring his length with feather-light caresses before beginning to massage more firmly.

She glances up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes as her other hand comes to rest on his thigh, gently squeezing and kneading the muscle there. Her breathing deepens slightly as she focuses on her task, taking her time to pleasure him.

Around them, the staff room remains quiet; no one seems to notice or care what they're doing behind closed doors. The illusion of privacy allows Claire to push boundaries without fear of reprisal...

"Mmm..." Claire hums noncommittally around her words as she continues massaging him. Her fingers move faster now, deftly kneading and stroking his cock and balls. "I might have," she admits with a quiet laugh. "But you're all grown up now, aren't you? It's different with adults..." She trails off, her gaze flicking back down to his crotch before meeting his eyes again.

Her hands move more confidently now; it's clear she knows exactly what she's doing. Her touch is firm but gentle, expert and practiced. With each stroke of her fingers, heat pools low in his belly and spreads through him like a warm wave. It's hard for Vici to think straight as the pleasure grows, all-consuming...

Without waiting for a reply, Claire stands up slowly, unbuttoning her blouse as she does so. Her breasts are revealed beneath her loose-fitting bra; they sway gently as she reaches behind her head to undo the clasp and pull it free. Freeing her breasts from their confinement, she lets them hang briefly before cupping one in each hand, offering them to Vici like a gift.

"Well...?" she prompts softly, tilting her head to one side. "Do you want me to continue?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief and anticipation as she holds her breath, waiting for his response.

"Very well," she breathes, stepping closer to him. "But remember..." Her voice is barely a whisper as she lowers her head, taking one of his cock in her hand and using it to guide his erection toward her waiting mouth. "This doesn't change anything. I'm still your boss... And you're still my manager." Claire pauses, looking up at him over the tip of his cock. "Do you understand?"

She waits for his answer before closing her eyes and taking him deeply into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his shaft, teasing and pleasuring him as she sucks gently but firmly. With one hand on his thigh to steady herself, Claire uses the other to massage her own breast, pinching and twisting her nipple between her fingers in a silent display of dominance.

Around them, the staff room remains quiet; the illusion of privacy heightens their intimacy as she takes control, guiding him deeper into submission with each stroke of her tongue and touch of her hands.

Her reply is muffled by the warmth of his cock in her mouth as she continues to pleasure him. "Perhaps," she says quietly, "but I think there are... different kinds of bosses." She swallows around him before adding, "And we both know what kind you'd like me to be." Her tone is teasing, but there's an undertone of command that leaves no room for argument.

As she sucks and strokes his cock with expert ease, her free hand reaches down to gently caress his balls, squeezing them occasionally before moving upward to tease the sensitive skin behind his navel. With each passing moment, the power dynamic shifts more firmly in her favor; the illusion of control that she holds over him is intoxicating, heady...

The steady movement of his cock in her mouth causes her to moan softly around him, the vibrations rumbling through him like a satisfied purr. Claire pulls back slightly, breaking the contact and licking her lips as she meets his gaze once more. Her chest heaves with exertion and desire; her cheeks are flushed and her eyes sparkle with triumph.

"Very well," she says breathlessly. "Consider it part of your 'training'." With a mischievous grin, she takes him deeper into her mouth again, sucking harder and faster as he groans in pleasure. Her other hand comes to rest on his thigh, pressing gently but firmly against the rapidly thickening length of his shaft.

Around them, the room remains quiet; no one else seems to notice or care what they're doing behind closed doors. This illusion of privacy allows Claire to push further, testing boundaries and exploring the extent of her newfound control...

Her eyes widen as she feels the warmth of his release pouring down her throat; his cock twitches erratically in her mouth before finally going still and slipping from between her lips. With a satisfied sigh, Claire looks up at him, licking her lips and grinning.

"Well," she says casually, reaching around to straighten her blouse, "I suppose that's one way to empty your balls every day." Her voice is teasing, but there's no mistaking the undercurrent of dominance beneath the surface.

She turns back to the desk and begins gathering the items she had been using earlier; her movements are steady and confident as she tidies up their little makeshift play area. There's a new air about her, an assurance that comes from knowing she has firmly taken control...