“I appreciate the effort, boy,” Blaine's boss said seriously getting into fucking the muscled intern's pussy for the sixth time this week.
“But there’s no real reason for you to dress up. Hell, there's no reason for your designer panties either. You only got the job for one reason. And it certainly wasn't that uppity Harvard degree you worked so hard on. You’ll be naked most of the workday. Casual clothing is just fine."
Blaine groaned both from the depth of the latest thrust and the realization he was being paid just to be his boss's cum dump. Worst part was he needed this job.
“Oh, yeah,” his Boss added, “when we’re done here. Go see Ted in accounting. He said he could use a good blow job. Just remember, your pussy belongs to me exclusively. Nobody fucks you, unless I say so. Got it?”
Blaine got it. As often as his Boss wanted to give it.
