The office door loomed in front of me like a gateway to either success or humiliation. I’d been pacing outside Sandra’s office for five solid minutes, second-guessing this insane idea.
My palms were sweaty, my heart racing, but I couldn’t back down now. I needed that raise. Rent wasn’t going to pay itself, and waiting another six months for a promotion wasn’t an option.
Finally, I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Sandra’s calm, sweet voice called out, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
As I stepped inside, she barely glanced up from her laptop, her pen tapping lightly against her notepad. Sandra was always effortlessly composed, an intimidating blend of intelligence and elegance.
At only thirty-two, she’d climbed higher on the corporate ladder than most people twice her age. And she looked damn good doing it.
Her blouse hugged her curves perfectly, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her fitted pants accentuated her figure every time she moved. Sandra was the kind of woman you couldn’t help but admire—and fantasize about.
“Sean,” she greeted with a small smile, finally looking up at me. “What brings you in?”
“Afternoon, Sandra,” I said, doing my best to sound confident. “I was hoping to discuss something with you. Do you have a moment?”
She gestured toward the chair opposite her desk. “Of course. Have a seat.”
I sat down, rubbing my palms against my pants to keep my nerves in check. I’d rehearsed this conversation in my head a dozen times, but now that I was here, my words felt heavier than I’d anticipated.
“You’ve been doing great work lately,” she started, her tone warm but professional. “Is this about one of your projects?”
“Not exactly,” I replied, shaking my head. “I wanted to talk about my role here.”
Sandra arched a perfectly shaped brow, folding her hands on the desk. “Go on.”
I took a deep breath. “I know I’m not technically due for a promotion yet, but I feel like I’ve proven myself capable. I’ve consistently hit my targets, and I’ve been working hard to earn the team’s respect.”
She nodded, though her expression remained neutral. “You’ve done well, Sean. But promotions aren’t just about hitting targets. There’s a process, and you’ve been here, what—just over a year?”
“Fourteen months,” I corrected, holding her gaze. “And in that time, I’ve gone above and beyond. I’m ready for more responsibility.”
Sandra leaned back in her chair, her lips curling into a small, almost amused smile.
“Ambitious, aren’t you? But you know as well as I do that there’s more to this than just performance.”
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to take the leap. “What if I could prove to you how serious I am?”
Her brow furrowed slightly. “Prove it? What exactly are you proposing?”
The room seemed to shrink around me, the air thick with tension. My heart pounded in my chest, but I pressed on. “I mean… something mutually beneficial. A deal.”
She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her sharp eyes. “I’m listening.”
I swallowed hard, summoning every ounce of courage. “If I can show you how far I’m willing to go to please you, you consider giving me the raise and promotion. No strings attached. Just… let me prove myself.”
Sandra leaned forward slightly, her gaze locking onto mine. “And how exactly would you do that?”
I hesitated, my cheeks flushing, but I didn’t back down. “I’ll eat you out.”
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint hum of the air conditioner. Then Sandra let out a low chuckle, her lips curling into a bemused smile. “Well, that’s certainly… bold.”
“I’m serious,” I said quickly, afraid she’d dismiss me outright. “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t believe I could deliver.”
She stood slowly, circling the desk until she was standing directly in front of me. Crossing her arms, she studied me intently. “And you think this is going to convince me?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, meeting her gaze. “I know how to deliver results—in every way.”
Sandra’s lips twitched with a hint of amusement. Without a word, she walked to the door, locking it with a soft click. Then, in one fluid motion, she unbuttoned her pants and slid them down, along with her panties, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Prove it,” she said simply, her voice calm but commanding.
My breath hitched. I muttered a curse under my breath before dropping to my knees. Crawling toward her, I hooked my hands under her thighs and lifted her onto my shoulders, burying my face between her legs.
Her moan was soft but unmistakable as my tongue swept from her entrance to her clit. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I set to work, determined to show her just how skilled I was.
I teased her clit with slow, deliberate strokes before plunging my tongue inside her, fucking her with it as her thighs trembled against my cheeks. Her breathing grew heavier, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I was unraveling her piece by piece.
When I glanced up, her flushed face and hooded eyes told me I was on the right track.
Smirking, I focused on her clit, using my nose to nudge the sensitive spot while my tongue worked her from within.
Her body shuddered as she let out a muffled moan, her head tipping back against the door. I didn’t stop, riding out her orgasm until she weakly pushed me away.
As I stood, wiping my lips with the back of my hand, Sandra’s satisfied smile told me everything I needed to know.
“You’re full of surprises, Sean,” she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. “We’ll discuss your promotion next week.”
I grinned, already knowing I’d won.
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