Chapter 1: The Interview – Sealed with Spit and Cum

The heavy oak door of the twenty-third-floor executive suite clicked shut behind her with a finality that made her stomach twist. Elena stepped into the room on shaky heels, her cheap black pencil skirt hugging every curve of her hourglass body like a second skin she couldn’t afford to replace. Her blouse—white, one size too small—strained across her full, heavy breasts, the top button already threatening to surrender. Wide hips flared into an ass so round and firm it swayed with every nervous step, drawing the eye whether she wanted it to or not. Long dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, framing a face that was equal parts innocent and devastating: big doe eyes, full lips parted in anxious hope, cheeks already flushed pink.

Mr. Alexander Voss sat behind the massive mahogany desk, tie loosened, wedding ring glinting under the recessed lights like a warning she was too desperate to notice. Forty-two, broad-shouldered, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He’d interviewed twelve candidates today. None had looked like this. None had made his cock twitch behind his zipper before they even opened their mouths.

He leaned back, eyes raking over her slowly, deliberately. “Elena Ruiz. Twenty-four. No degree, no experience, no references that matter.” His voice was low, velvet over gravel. “Why the hell are you even here?”

She clutched the single printed résumé like a shield, fingers trembling. “I-I know I don’t have the qualifications on paper, sir, but I’m a fast learner. I can type, I can file, I can answer phones. I’ll stay late, I’ll come in early, whatever it takes. Please ... I really need this job.”

He let the silence stretch, watching the way her chest rose and fell, the way her nipples pressed visibly against the thin fabric when she breathed too hard. Married. No kids. Wife at home in their penthouse with her Pilates and her charity galas. And yet the second this dumb, beautiful creature walked in, something dark and hungry had uncoiled in his gut.

“Fast learner,” he repeated, tasting the words. “Cute. But every girl who walks through that door says the same thing. What makes you different, Elena? Why should I hire you instead of the ones who actually know what they’re doing?”

Tears welled in her eyes—real ones, shiny and helpless. She was that desperate. “I ... I’ll do anything, sir. Anything. I’m good at following instructions. I don’t complain. I just ... I need the money. My rent’s two weeks late and my mom’s sick and—” Her voice cracked. A single tear slipped down her cheek and dripped onto the swell of her breast, soaking a tiny dark spot through the blouse.

Anything.

The word lit a fuse in his mind. He stood slowly, walking around the desk until he was close enough to smell her—cheap vanilla body spray mixed with the warm, nervous scent of her skin. His cock was already half-hard, pressing against his slacks.

“Anything,” he echoed, voice dropping. “That’s a dangerous word in this office, sweetheart.”

She looked up at him, confused, lips trembling. “I mean it. I’ll work weekends. I’ll clean the break room. I’ll—”