Kathy’s gaze locked on Mark’s face, a desperate plea mirrored in her wide eyes. Her tongue traced the slick crown of his cock, her mouth full of the almost metallic tang of his pre-cum, a practice motion that felt increasingly futile. He barely registered her presence, his attention flitting around the room as he barked orders into his phone. His cock was hard, yes, but a business-deal hard, not a desire-fueled surge.
“How about I put one of my best sales girls on it? She’ll give you all the personal attention you could want?” Finally, Mark glanced down at her. The meaning of the words hanging in the thick air of the office. He was ready to hand her off like a used condom. Kathy’s stomach clenched in a mixture of anger and humiliation.
She had to do something, the promotion was slipping away from her. A month spent on her knees every morning, the judging, sometimes jealous looks from the other women in the office, the crude leers from the men, and for what? He was bored. Already. Was Susan waiting in the wings, ready to take her place. The thought sent a jolt of icy dread through her.
She kept her eyes on Mark’s face, one hand cupping his balls and gently squeezing, hoping for a reaction. He didn’t even notice. Maybe if she sucked on them, but that would mean taking her mouth off his cock, and she didn’t want to do that. A bitter taste rose in her throat. Humiliation clung to her like a cheap perfume, a scent she’d worn every morning this last month. But failure? That was a stench she refused to carry. She wouldn’t be discarded now, not after this…
