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I gasp again and moan out in mindless desperation. He speeds up and I mewl like a cat in heat, making a noise so unlike myself. What’s worse is I want more.

He knows and he gives me more, adding a third finger to fill me up and moving faster inside me. All the while that smile on his face intensifies.

With my hands above my head I writhe against the wall and him, arching my back so I’m pushing right up against him.

Right up against his hard body and he feels as hard and well-muscled as I imagined. Just when I think I can’t take much more he lowers and brings his mouth over the hard, taut tip of my right nipple and sucks.

“Nuuuuu ….ughhh…aggghhhhh….” I wail, the cry pours from deep inside me. Deep inside and he sucks harder, swirling his tongue around my nipple, sucking like he can taste me.

I throw my head back when he moves to my left breast and does the same thing.

That does it. It does it. I’m over the edge now as a greedy orgasm takes me right over. I come on his fingers inside me, and him sucking my breasts. I come hard. Harder than I ever have in my life and I’m actually pushed close to that edge again when he releases my nipple and pulls his fingers out of my pussy only to lick the glistening wetness off them.

He releases the grasp on my hands and I collapse against the wall breathing so hard I think I might faint.

What might stop me is the fascination I have with him licking his fingers like he’s enjoying some rare delicacy. Like he loves the taste of me.

I can’t catch my breath and he doesn’t give me a chance to either. His hands return to the wall either side of me and he leans close again.

“Congratulations, you just got the job as my personal waitress, Angel Doll.” He picks up a lock of my platinum hair and curls it around his thumb. “You can start tomorrow at seven. Your starting salary is a hundred grand.”

He draws nearer and presses his nose over mine. His hot breath on my skin lures me to want more.

“Ask for Nick,” he adds.

He backs away, lips arched into a wicked, sinful smile and I watch him grab his jacket from the coat rack, shrug into it and leave me.

He walks out the door and leaves me in his office.

The door clicks and the bubble I was floating in pops, bringing in the what the fuck just happened moment with it.

What did just happen?

Oh God… what the hell?

And… a hundred grand to be his personal waitress?

What?

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