Chapter 3 – Performance Review

It is Wednesday evening.

Two discs already watched. The images of her with Coach Jim and the milkman still sit heavy in your head. The anniversary trip is three days away. Saturday.

Corrine comes home later than usual. She says she had a late client call, tomorrow will be the final day of this contract she's been working for the last month. She kisses your cheek, soft and familiar, then heads to the shower. You wait until the water is running before you return to the drawer.

The third disc is labeled in the same neat handwriting: “No. 3 – Bonus Approved.”

You slide it in.

The camera is already recording. It sits on a polished wooden desk in a high floor office at night. City lights glow through the windows behind her. Corrine is sitting on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, facing the lens. She is wearing black lace lingerie, sheer bra that barely contains her breasts, matching garter belt and tiny panties, white stockings, and short black gloves. Pearl earrings. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders. The wedding ring is clearly visible on her left hand as she adjusts the camera one last time.

She looks into the lens and speaks in a calm, almost professional tone.

Corrine: This is how the trip gets paid for.

The office door opens. A man in a tailored shirt steps in, older than her, solid build, confident posture. Her boss. He closes the door behind him and locks it without a word.

Boss: You came prepared.

Corrine exhales, a small, resigned smile on her lips.

Corrine: You said the bonus would cover everything if I… cooperated. I’m here. Let’s just get it done.

He steps closer, standing between her parted knees. His hands settle on her thighs, sliding upward slowly.

Boss: You say it like you don’t want it. But you dressed for me. You set the camera. You already know how this ends.

She doesn’t argue. When he leans in and kisses her neck she tilts her head to give him access. His hands move to her bra, unclasping it. Her heavy breasts spill free. He cups them, thumbs brushing her nipples until they tighten. Corrine’s breath catches despite herself.

Corrine: I need the money for the trip. That’s all this is.

Boss: Is it? Your body is already reacting. You always get wet once I start touching you properly.

He pushes her back onto the desk, pulls the tiny panties aside, and finds her already slick. Two fingers slide into her easily. She bites her lip, eyes half closing.

Boss: See? Not as reluctant as you pretend.

He frees himself, thick, hard, well used to this arrangement. Corrine watches, still not fully into him, but she spreads her legs wider when he lines up. He sinks into her in one smooth thrust. The wet sound fills the quiet office. She moans, soft at first, then louder as he sets a steady, deep rhythm.

Boss: Fuck… you feel good. Every time. Tight married cunt that knows exactly how to take a real cock.

Corrine: Just… ah… just finish. I need the bonus.

He fucks her harder, one hand pinning her wrist to the desk so the wedding ring stays in full view of the camera. The other hand mauls her bouncing breasts.

Boss: You’ll get your bonus. After I fill you. After you admit this feels better than you want it to.

Her resistance thins with every thrust. She starts meeting his hips, the professional mask slipping. When he pulls out, flips her onto her stomach over the desk, and drives back in from behind, she pushes back against him without being told.

Boss: There it is. That’s the real you. Taking it like you need it.

Corrine: I… ah—fuck—don’t stop. Deeper. You know how to… use me.

He does. He folds one of her legs up onto the desk, pounding her at a new angle that makes her cry out. Then he pulls her up, sits in the big office chair, and has her straddle him facing the camera. She sinks down onto his cock, heavy breasts in his face, and rides him while he grips her waist and thrusts up to meet her. The wedding ring flashes every time her hand braces on his shoulder.

Boss: Tell the camera why you’re really here.

Corrine: For the bonus… And because you fuck me better than I want to admit. Fill me. Please.

He lasts longer than the others. When he finally stands, bends her back over the desk, and finishes deep inside her, she stays open for it, moaning through the pulses. He pulls out slowly. Thick cum leaks from her and drips onto the polished wood.

Corrine stays there for a moment, catching her breath, then looks at the camera one last time. Her voice is quieter now, almost satisfied.

Corrine: Bonus approved.

The video ends.

You sit in the dark living room.

Three discs. Three men. The trip is still three days away.

Tomorrow she'll go finish that contract...

Status Tracker:

Arousal: 0%

Location: Bathroom

Position: Showering

Orgasms: 0