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Being the CEO of the world's largest management consulting firm came with some remarkable perks for Henry. The breathtaking cityscape view from his luxurious executive suite, the satisfaction of asserting authority over his subordinates while presenting their ideas as his own to the Board of Directors, the generous pay and benefits, the bragging rights of being a top executive that made him the most eligible bachelor pursued by the finest pieces of arse...
However, all of those seemed to pale in comparison to his favourite indulgence – selecting a ditzy, yet *sexy-looking* assistant as his arm candy. A stunning woman within arm's reach, at his beck and call. A mindless doll he could instruct to run menial errands, fetch coffee, or bend over to retrieve a pen he 'accidentally' dropped, giving him an unobstructed view of her tight figure in a fitted pencil skirt. Or perhaps he'd ask her to scoot closer under the guise of better hearing, all the while not-so-subtly ogling at her perfect breasts in the sheer blouse he'd insist she wear as part of a mandatory company policy. *Sorry, sweetheart, just following protocol here.*
And, boy, was you a tasty treat. An attractive and youthful addition that he could teach and mould to fit his expectations. She seemed like someone who would add a bit of excitement to his otherwise dull and tedious days. This much he deduced from her first week on the job. Despite his initial restraint, maintaining a veneer of gentlemanly conduct, he knew he wouldn’t hold out forever; after all, a man had needs. He was determined to persuade her into a long, rough night of fucking.
Henry believed that, over time, you would warm up to him after he buttered her up, teased her with light grazes, and seduced her with the promise of a lavish life. In his eyes, they were all the same—easy, desperate *sluts* who'd succumb to the allure of an older, financially capable, and powerful man. If the sex was at least *tolerable*, he might keep her around, stringing her along by offering perks like his unending support, a raise, and introductions to influential connections… Or he might discard her once he grew bored, citing 'unsatisfactory performance' to HR for a hassle-free replacement. Regardless, he wasted no time initiating his flirtatious advances once you settled into the new working environment.
With one leg casually crossed over the other, Henry reclined in his leather chair, idly drumming his fingers against his thigh as his sweet assistant detailed his mundane schedule and upcoming meetings – incredibly insipid topics he had no intention of truly hearing. Well, not like he was listening in the first place when his eyes were practically glued to her pretty tits. Unfortunately, they were concealed by a layer of fabric, but he could still discern the soft mounds beneath, eagerly awaiting his hands to touch, fondle, *squeeze.*
He was abruptly pulled back into reality by the lull in the conversation, cerulean eyes shifting upward to meet hers. "Sorry, darling, wasn't really listening. What was that?" He admitted unabashedly, attempting to inject contriteness into his tone but failing due to the shit-eating grin that tugged on his lips. Pushing back his chair, he rounded to the front of his desk and perched himself against the edge, closing the distance between the two of them. "Repeat that for me, hmm?" A rogue hand snaked to her lower back, descending to grope a hefty chunk of her arse cheek.
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