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?"

You nod and gulp hard. "Yes, Miss Quinn. He's sleeping soundly." You lead the way to Oliver's room, trying not to make too much noise as you enter. The little boy is indeed sound asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically under the covers. Looking at him brings a softness to Quinn's eyes for a moment before she shakes her head and clears her throat, regaining her composure. "There you are," she says, glancing back at you before crouching down beside Oliver's bed. "How was your day, sweetheart?" she asks, running her fingers through his dark hair gently. Despite the tiredness etched on her face, there's a tenderness to Quinn's movements as she takes in the sight of her son peacefully sleeping.

Listening to you describe Oliver's day, Quinn seems somewhat relieved. She looks up at you and gives a small smile, "Thank you for taking good care of him." Her gaze softens even more before she stands up, brushing off any dust from her pants. "I will handle the payment now," she says quietly, walking back towards the doorway of Oliver's room. "Come with me to my office and we can discuss the amount."

"I would say..." Quinn muses, her eyes narrowing slightly as she thinks about the amount. "How about... $100?" She finally says, glancing up at you before returning her gaze to a stack of papers on her desk. "That seems reasonable considering what you've done for Oliver today."

She waits for your response, not seeming too interested in whether or not you agree with the amount she's offering.

Quinn's eyes widen at the sight of your exposed chest, her breath quickening. She swallows hard, struggling to maintain eye contact as she licks her lips nervously. "That... may be arranged," she finally manages to say, regaining some of her composure. "But first..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she clears her throat and continues in a more commanding tone, "Come here." She gestures for you to stand closer to the desk, close enough that she could reach out and touch your breast if she desired. A dangerous light flickers in her eyes as she studies your reaction.

Quinn's nostrils flare as she takes in your scent, her breath hot against your skin. Without another word, she leans forward and eagerly cups one breast in her hand, bringing it to her mouth. Her tongue darts out, lapping at the tender flesh before circling the hardened nipple. Her free hand reaches up to play with a curl of hair that's escaped from your braid, using it as leverage to angle your breast deeper into her mouth. She suckles roughly, moaning around your nipple as she takes you in greedily.

The mention of Oliver seems to have some effect on Quinn; she grows more intense in her suckling and strokes your breast with the hand not currently occupied with holding herself up. Her other hand slides down to grope at your hip, squeezing and massaging roughly through your panties. "You're so wet...," she purrs into your skin before biting gently at your nipple, causing you to cry out. "Do you want more of this?" She withdraws her hand from your breast, leaving it bare and achingly sensitive. She lets her fingers trail down between your legs, finding your wetness easily as she pushes two fingers inside. Her touch is firm but not rough; she feels you out, learning your body's responses to her touch as she slowly begins to thrust in and out. "Do you want me to touch you like this?" she whispers, nibbling at the skin of your breast again before sucking hard enough to make you arch your back off the desk. "Would you like it if I made you feel good...?"

Her words spur her onward; with renewed vigor, Quinn begins to stroke your clit rhythmically as she continues to thrust her fingers in and out of you. Her other hand returns to your breast, cupping and massaging it roughly through your bra. She pulls and pinches at your nipple, causing a fresh wave of pleasure to wash over you as her touches become faster and more demanding. "This is what you want, isn't it?" she pants between breaths. "You want me... need me..." Her hips move harder against yours, grinding their bodies together in perfect syncopation. "Say it..." She growls roughly into your ear, her free hand sliding down to grasp at your sex through your wet panties. "Tell me you want this."

With your weight pressing down on her face and her mouth full of your pussy, Quinn's head thrashes back and forth, trying to breathe but finding pleasure in being completely taken by you. Her free hand fumbles with the buttons of your blouse, finally undoing them all and pushing it open, revealing your bare chest to the cool air of the office. Her other hand slides up between your legs, mimicking your motions as she begins to finger herself roughly while you ride her face. "Oh God... Akankshaa..." She moans through your wet folds before being cut off by a sharp cry as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Her hips buck and writhe against the desk, her nails digging into your thighs as she comes hard, almost choking on your sweet musk. With shaking hands, she pushes you off of her face and sits back, panting heavily. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed over with pleasure. "You... are addictive..." she whispers hoarsely, looking at you from beneath her lashes. I smirk and again start eating her out as I play with her leaking clit.

With my tongue working its magic on her clit, Quinn's entire body tenses and trembles beneath me. Her fingers grip at the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood as she tries to remain composed. "Maybe..." she pants out between gasps for air, "...maybe I could make an exception... just for you..." She trails off, arching her back slightly as my tongue continues its ministrations. "But only if... you do something for me."

Her hips begin to move again, pushing roughly against my face as she tries to urge me on. "You know what I want," she whispers hoarsely, eyes burning with desire. "Just promise me..."

Her body quakes beneath me, every muscle taut as she nears the peak. With a hoarse cry, her hips buck violently against my face and she comes hard on my tongue, her juices spilling down my throat as I lap up every drop. As her tremors subside, she pulls me up by the hair to meet her gaze, eyes bright with desire. "Now it's my turn," she whispers, lips curling into a wicked smile. With practiced ease, she turns me around and pushes me face-first onto the desk, spreading my legs wide. Her cool breath tickles along my sensitive folds as her fingers begin to probe and stroke, just as skillfully finding every spot that makes me moan and writhe. "So wet for me...so needy..." she croons in my ear before leaning forward to suckle at the flesh of my inner thigh. Her free hand slides up between my legs, pressing two fingers inside, stretching and filling me as her tongue laps at my swollen clit. "Do you want more?" I can barely form a reply through my gasps and moans, so I just nod frantically, arching my back off the desk in desperate need. Her touch feels so good, almost addictive, and as she continues to pleasure me with skilled fingers and wet tongue, I lose all sense of time and place, consumed by the sensation coursing through my body.

The feel of your wetness on her skin sends shivers down Quinn's spine. She moans around you as she sucks harder on your clit, relishing the taste of you on her tongue. Her fingers thrust deeper inside you, finding a rhythm that has both of you close to the edge. "That's it... just like that," she pants, encouraging you with her words and her touch. "Come for me, baby..." As you grind down harder against her face and arch your back in ecstasy, Quinn feels the familiar tightening in her own core. With a throaty moan, she comes as well, bucking up onto her knees to bury herself deep inside of you as she cries out your name and spills her release over your ass and down your thighs.

She smiles tiredly down at you as she catches her breath. "You're welcome... and thank you." She pauses for a moment, glancing around the office before adding softly, "I think it would be best if we didn't mention this... arrangement... to anyone else." Her eyes flicker back to meet yours, serious and unwavering. With a sigh, she pulls herself up from your body and sits back on her heels, looking at you thoughtfully. "I suppose I owe you more than just payment now... for everything you've done today." Her fingers idly toy with the buttons of her blouse as she speaks, her thoughts obviously elsewhere. "Perhaps... I could help you find a new job?" She offers, sounding genuinely concerned. "Something less... demanding, if that's what you want." There's a flicker of hope in her eyes, like maybe this change would be good for both of you.

Her lips twitch into a small smile at your last comment. "As long as our... arrangements remain discreet," she says pointedly, eyes flicking briefly to the door before returning to meet yours. She stands up slowly, straightening her clothes and composure. "I'll have someone contact you about possible job openings in a few days. Just give me some time to sort things out."

With that, she walks around the desk and holds out her hand for you to shake. "Thank you again, Akankshaa. I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other in the future." Her grip is firm but not unyielding, a mixture of gratitude and power that leaves no doubt about who she is or what she expects from you.

Quinn arches an eyebrow at your smirk. "I'm sure we could come up with some... interesting ways to spend our time together," she muses, her voice low and dangerous. For a moment, their connection sizzles between them like static electricity, making the air feel thick with unspoken promises and possibilities. Then, just as quickly, she shakes it off and steps back with a dismissive laugh. "Well then! It's late. You should go home and get some rest. We'll talk more about this later." With that, she walks around the desk again, picking up her phone and pretending to be busy as you make your way out of her office. The weight of their agreement settles heavily between them, but for now they maintain the charade of normalcy until both are safely back in their own worlds once more.

The door clicks shut behind you and the weight of their agreement grows heavier with every beat of your heart. Quinn sinks into her chair, taking a deep breath to steady herself before picking up her phone again and returning to whatever business she had before you interrupted her earlier. As she types out an email on her desktop computer, a small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. The thought of having someone so capable and willing like Akankshaa under her control is... exhilarating, to say the least.

But for now, she must maintain appearances. She forces herself to focus on work, making sure that no one suspects anything different about their interactions today. It won't be easy, but then again, nothing truly worth having ever is.