Elise stood at the window of her office, at the top of one of the largest skyscrapers in the city, above the glowing lights of holographic advertisements designed to assault the senses of overworked and mentally weakened citizens, she liked to watch them. The average person interested her more than her job required, she needed to know how to make them empty their pockets but she wanted to make them do so much more. Why did they allow themselves to fall so out of shape, her toned stomach and round ass took only a few hours a day to achieve. why did they allow themselves to grow hair so shabby, one appointment a weak was all it took to keep her thick black her perfectly in place and dark as ink.
Idiots she thought to herself. Too disgusted by their idol existence to look any longer, she turned to her desk. Made from some of the only real wood still left on the planet and a gift from the CEO for lending her voice to the low toned constant sounds playing throughout the city, subtly suggesting to the masses whatever would make the company the most money.
No more meetings were booked for the day but her body was too tense to go home and before she could deal with listening to irritating voice of her husband she would have to loosen up.
She pressed a button on her ear piece with a long perfectly manicured finger.
"Call my husband and tell him I'm working late, and send up one of the R&D boys." Elise demanded firmly and didn't bother to wait from a response from her secretary who's name she'd never bothered to learn.
She waited in the comfort in her leather chair, idly swinging one perfect leg over the other. Anticipation burned in her veins though not as hot as it had the first time she had tried this experiment. The amount of time in the day the average person listened to her voice, whispering advertisements throughout the city had caused an interesting side effect. No one who spent their time walking the streets of the city found themselves able to turn down Elise's request. The executives and elites were unaffected by it, which she found hugely disappointing but there was plenty of fun to be had with the plebeian masses.
Her door opened to reveal an slender man, even in his lab coat you could see he was naught but skin and bones, a mess of thick blond locks topped his head in a way that Elise found sickly sweet. He seemed almost frightened to enter the room, timidly standing with one leg behind the still open door.
"Come in and take a seat." She said with elegant tones.
"Sorry... is there anything I can help you with?" The man kept his head down and sat in the chair across from Elise, like he had been told.
"There might be, where do you see yourself in the next five years?" Elise laced her words with the tempting flavour of hope and the promise of reward, though potential blackmail was the only reason she cared to know his goals.
"Oh... We'll research and development is an amazing sector to work in, I really wouldn't like to move to another devision so I guess, head of research and development would be nice." He talked with all of the confidence of cornered prey.
"You guess, it would be nice?" She said unimpressed.
"I mean..." He tried to talk but his words caught in his throat as she glared at him, wordlessly demanding his silence.
"That was the most pathetic declaration of career goals I have ever heard, but..." Elise moved to the front of the desk sitting on the hard wood. The timid mans head was in line with her crotch, and though her legs remained crossed she made sure to adjust herself just enough to give him a glimpse of what lay beneath her skirt.
"But?" He swallowed his anxiety, unable to take his eyes off her smooth legs.
"But I might take a personal interest in your career, if you make sure to impress me." She whispered as she pressed a button on her desk, closing the blinds and sealing the room to the outside world.
"Impress you?" He muttered, nervously looking anywhere but her face.
"Yes, bring your head to my knees." Elise demanded, placing her knees next to each other and only slightly parted.
He didn't say anything in response, but his body reacted the same as all the others had, without hesitation. His button nose touched her soft knee, she could see his eyes visibly shaken by his inability to exercise his free will, but also keen with arousal. She ran her pointed nails through his soft hair, scraping along his scalp and grabbing tight his blond lochs. He began stumbling over his words, trying to force out a coherent sentence, Elise loved how stupid he sounded, babbling like a fool.
Elise began to inch her crotch closer to his mouth, making him unable to avoid the alluring scent of her pussy. His eyes fixed on it, and the glistening line of slick gathering perfectly between her labia, then he looked away as though struck with thought that he was doing something wrong, his wondering eyes locked on Elise's face, his submissive gaze told her that he was desperately waiting for his next command.
"Tell me what you want." Elise layered her words with the promise of a reward.
"I want to taste you... I'm sorry." Nerves won over his lust for a moment but he quickly retracted his statement.
"Please don't fire me, I didn't mean to say that, I don't know what came over me." He moved to stand, his nerves breaking under the weight of the degeneracy.
"No, good boys are honest aren't they? And you're a good boy right?" Elise said, wrapping her legs around his head and pull him back to her.
"I want to be..." He whimpered.
With that admission, she continued to pull him closer to his reward. His tongue felt soft but firm as it gently licked at her pussy. The warmth from his breath sent goosebumps down her long toned legs. Elise grabbed a cigarette from her desk, the synthetic nicotine made the experience all the more indulgent and took the irritating edge off of his clear inexperience.
"Focus more on what you're doing, my clit isn't the only thing your tongue should taste." She said tangling his blond locks into her manicured fingers.
He did as he was told, exploring each and every reachable inch of her pussy, his tongue arched round and touched her clean shaven asshole but only for a moment. before he moved onto, finally, placing his lower lip against the underside of her clit and eagerly but not aggressively twilling his tongue around it.
Thought Elise had in the past experienced better, he was clearly desperate to please and that made up for his inability to maintain any one technique long enough for her to truly enjoy it. She looked down at him buried between her legs and saved the image to a memory card impacted in her neck for personal use or blackmail at a later date.
When he finally came up for air, his smooth face was wet and his his messier than it had been before, he looked at her as though her order were the only thing sustaining his life or giving him purpose.
"Good boy." Elise lingered on the the phrase.
"Thank you, what else would you have of me?" He begged, it wasn't often Elise had the pleasure of toying with someone submissive but this man clearly enjoyed his loss of will.
"Stand there and take your clothes off, quickly." She pointed between the two chairs opposite her and emphases the word quickly.
