CHAPTER 2: INTERVIEW WITH MY FATHER’S BOSS II

Lia opened her mouth to answer Jason’s question, but the words never came. Instead, a low moan

spilled out. Her thumb pressed harder against her clit, circling faster, while two fingers plunged

deeper inside her cunt, curling against that swollen spot that made her vision blur at the edges.

Her hips jerked forward chasing the pressure. Wet sounds filled the quiet office every time her fingers

drove in and out.

Panic clawed through her chest. She’d been caught, there would be no internship, no

recommendation, her father would find out.

She should stop, pull her hand away, say an apology, but her body refused. The tightness in her lower

belly was too much, she had to come. She needed it now.

She suddenly had an idea, she could seduce him. That way she wouldn’t lose face and her father will

never find out.

“It wouldn’t be hard to do so. He is already turned on from watch me,” she thought to herself.

Her eyes locked on Jason’s face. His jaw was clenched, nostrils flaring slightly with each breath. The

room felt suddenly smaller, the air was thick and warm, heavy with the smell of her arousal. Her

blouse stuck to the small of her back where sweat had started to gather. Her nipples ached.

Jason stayed frozen behind the desk, forearms braced on the wooden top, knuckles white. His pupils

had blown wide, and dark eyes fixed on her face, then dropping lower to where her skirt was still

bunched at her waist, panties shoved aside, hand working frantically between her spread thighs.

The sight made him feel breathless, her glistening fingers disappearing into pink, swollen flesh, the

way her inner thighs trembled and shone with her own wetness.

Heat flooded his groin. His cock thickened against the zipper of his slacks, straining, already leaking

at the tip. He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the pressure, but the movement only made it worse.

Every time she whimpered, every wet slide of her fingers, his dick twitched harder. He could smell

her now, and it coated the back of his throat.

He should stop this, tell her to leave, call HR, and fire her father for raising a girl who thought she

could finger herself in a job interview. But his mouth stayed shut, his hands stayed planted, and his

body leaned forward instead of back.

“Lia, stop” he said again, his voice so rough, it’s almost a growl.

She didn’t, she could not. Her fingers sped up, thumb grinding circles so fast her wrist ached. A fresh

gush of liquid coated her palm. Another moan broke free, louder this time.

Jason exhaled sharply through his nose, his tie suddenly felt too tight, and the room was too hot.

Sweat prickled at his temples. He dragged a hand down his face, then dropped it to his lap, pressing

the heel of his palm against the thick ridge in his pants.

The pressure made him hiss.

“Why are you doing this?”

She opened her mouth to answer but only a moan came out again as she looked at him with desire.

“You are doing this on purpose, I finally get it. You’ve been teasing me for years,” he said, words low

and clipped.

“Those short dresses, the way you’d bend over to pick something up when you knew I was watching,

the looks you gave me when no one else was paying attention.”

Lia’s breath hitched. Her fingers faltered for half a second, long enough for the edge to pull back, then

she pushed three fingers inside herself, stretching, filling the ache. Her thumb never stopped on her

clit. She was dripping now, her wetness running down her pussy, pooling on the leather seat beneath

her.

“I…” she tried, but it came out as a whine.

Jason’s eyes dropped to her cunt again. Watched her fingers disappear, into her cunt, the way she

continued rubbing her clit with her thumb. His cock jerked hard in his slacks, pre-cum soaking

through the fabric. He squeezed himself through the wool roughly, then forced his hand away.

“I should kick you out, and tell your father exactly what his daughter just did in my office. But right

now…” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Right now I can’t decide if I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t walk, or if

I should let you finish what you started and pretend none of this happened.”

Lia’s eyes fluttered. Her cunt clenched hard around her fingers. She pumped faster, shallower, chasing

the peak. Her thighs shook. Sweat slid down between her breasts, darkening the white blouse until the

outline of her hard nipples showed clearly through the fabric.

“I’ve wanted this,” she gasped, voice cracking. “For years. Every time I saw you… I’d go home and

touch myself thinking about you. About your hands, your mouth, your cock.” She moaned again,

louder, shameless now. “I wanted to give you a show like this. I’ve wanted you to watch me come

apart, for you to see how wet I get just from being near you.”

Jason’s breathing turned harsh. He leaned closer over the desk, close enough that she could smell his

cologne. His eyes were locked between her legs, watching every thrust of her fingers, every twitch of

her hips.

“Say it,” he ordered, voice thick.

Lia’s head tipped back against the chair. Her mouth fell open. “I want your dick I want you to ruin

me, ruin my pussy. Stretch me open until nothing else will ever feel the same. Fuck me so hard I

forget every other man exists. Mark me, fill me and make me yours.” She panted.

Her voice broke on the last word. Her fingers slammed deep one final time, thumb grinding

mercilessly against her clit. Her whole body seized, back arching off the chair, thighs clamping

around her hand, cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm hit. Wetness gushed over her fingers,

dripping down her wrist, soaking the seat. Her cunt pulsed around her fingers in hard, rhythmic

spasms, milking her fingers while she moaned his name over and over, “Jason, Jason, fuck, Jason…”

She shuddered through it, hips bucking. When the waves finally eased, she slumped back, hand still

buried between her legs, fingers glistening, chest heaving.

Jason stared at her flushed face, sweat-damp hair clinging to her forehead, blouse clinging to her

breasts, skirt still rucked up, cunt still twitching with aftershocks. His dick was straining against his

trousers now threatening to tear it open but he didn’t move.