Sex is my business

When the new intern crossed my desk, the rules got simple. Hot employees keep the boss wet, that’s the arrangement. I would lean back in my chair, spread myself, and tell him what I needed. He would drop between my thighs, tongue already eager. Sometimes slow. Sometimes urgent. Either way he licked until the swollen lips gleamed and the taste of me coated every inch of him. And he never stopped until he earned a nod that said enough.