I had a sense of trepidation when I was riding up in the hotel elevator.  Anxiety.  Fear.  I had been at my new firm for only a short time, and there were already rumors of layoffs.  And for a new girl like me?  The lowest on the totem pole?  The one with the least experience and steepest learning curve?  I'm likely the first to be fired.  Fuck, I needed this job.  

My only saving grace? My newest client, Bruce.  We had met only a little bit ago, and I gave him a blowjob to land my first deal.  No - those aren't the right words.  Bruce brutally face fucked me.  Brutally.  I was on my knees in Bruce's office, as he shoved his dick down my throat.  I had nearly threw up all over his fancy office floor.  And In exchange?  What did I get?  Time.  His sales deal bought me time, a small celebration in the office. But it only prolonged the crushing grind of a sales job.  And I was riding up the elevator to Bruce's hotel room, I was ready to close another deal, to buy me more time.

I knocked on Bruce's hotel room door, and he invited me into his hotel room.  His smirk on his face told you everything about him.  And his masculine stature was intimidating.  Even when I'm wearing my high heels, Bruce still towered above me.  Honestly?  I knew what was going to happen.  And I dressed for my fate that night.  Short, tight dress.  Tits popping out.  Skirt just barely covering my ass.  And the highest stilettos heels.  Red bottom Louboutin's, the high heels that are meant to stay on in the bed.  I walked into Bruce's hotel room, and turned and saw the hotel bed in the other room.  And in the distance, I could hear the hotel door slam shut.  With Bruce clicking and locking the deadbolt.

Since that first sales deal, this was my first opportunity to speak with Bruce.  So as we sat down I thanked him.  Thanked him for his trust and confidence in me.  That I won't let him down.  I'll be his biggest advocate.  Honestly, I was babbling.  I was nervous as fuck, but I didn't really know what to do.  Bruce is just sitting there, on the couch, in this stoic stance.  Sipping on his drink, just allowing me to babble and ramble on here.  I'm really desperate here.  So I started to play up the sex appeal.  Flirting, playing with my hair, crossing my legs.  Anything really.  Like fuck dude, say fucking something here.  

And Bruce finally spoke.  I wish he hadn't.  Because his next words just broke me.  

"Darling, just stop. You're embarrassing yourself."  Bruce said.  Fuck, his booming voice basically silenced me.  "Listen, you're here for one reason.  To make me happy."  Bruce just said the unspoken truth in the hotel room.  Bruce is now stroking his dick through his pants again.  Just like back in his office.  "Now you can either make me happy, and I'll make your career."  "Or you can get the fuck out and stop wasting my time"  (something like that).  

Like honestly?  I'm just stunned.  Stunned that I'm in his room right now.  Stunned that I put myself in this situation.  But Bruce was right.  If I just left, I'll likely be the first one to be fired.  Without a doubt.  I knew this when I was driving over.  I knew this when I was riding up the elevator.  I know this sitting across from him.  I'm here for a reason.  We both knew this.  So I stood up, facing Bruce, and... to face my fate.  And I slowly unzipped my dress, letting it fall off my body, and around my high heels.  Revealing this sexy bra and thong set.  

Bruce's smirk told you everything about him.  People do not say no to this man.  Certainly not me.  "Good girl.  Now go where you belong." 

So with that, I fell to my hands and knees, and started to crawl across the dirty hotel floor, towards Bruce.  As I was unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he started petting my head, like a stupid fucking dog.  And as soon as his dick sprung up?  He took my head and shoved it down onto his dick.  Just like in his office only a little bit ago.  With no warming, my moans and coughing were only muffled by his dick.  Again, gagging and gasping.  Dick slapping and throating.  Bruce became even more emboldened than last time, standing up and aggressively asserting his dominance over my mouth.  Dominance over me.  Over my career.  

Like, have you had sex with someone?  Where it was completely one sided?  Where he has no regard for your comfort or enjoyment?  Where you feel like a complete and utter fuck toy for a man?  Well that happened for me, in that hotel room.  With Bruce. This man did not give one flying fuck about me.  My value to him was to be his cum dump.  His cock sleeve.  To drain his balls and make him feel invincible.  By the time we moved to the bed, I was a complete mess.  Emotionally, mentally, sexually.  Bruce had just climbed on top of me, about to start missionary.  As he slid in, I just went bananas.  My mind is already mush right now.  So this is how it feels.  To sell your body and holes to a man like Bruce.  Instinctively, my legs were now wrapped around his back.  Even if I wanted to stop.  I just... couldn't.

Throughout the night, Bruce obliterated any dignity that I had left.  About halfway through, I realized how Bruce was just on another fucking level than me.  

Bruce was standing up.  Again, this man is a tall masculine kind of guy.  And he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  My arms around his neck.  Fuck, his height and strength were so masculine.  I've never been with a man who was able to do this.  And he just starts fucking me.  Like to be carried and suspended in mid air.  Hanging on for dear life.  Getting fucked like a fuck toy.  Fuck, that was hot.  Facing the man that is ruining you over other men.  

At the end of the night, Bruce had me in doggystyle on the bed.  He had me facing a large mirror, so I can witness his leadership from behind.  I was getting close.  My throat was sore from the throat fucking and moaning.  Just as I was about to cum, Bruce took a fist full of my long blonde hair and pulled it tighter.  Lifting my head up so I can witness my own destruction.  And with his other hand, he reached around, and started playing with my pussy.  Like a ventriloquist, his hand played me like a puppet.  And that brought me over the top.  Through all the chaos, the hair pulling, ass slapping, sweat and primal fucking.  He was able to clear my mind and allow me to cum.  Cum with the hardest and deepest meaning.  It was surreal.  And Bruce got off too.  With this loud guttural roar, he claimed victory as he drained his balls inside of me.  Fuck.  This was fucking hot.  I still think about that moment, today.  

I remember just lying in bed.  Just trying to come to my senses.  And just looking at the stupid mirror.  Hair disheveled, I'm trying to catch my breathe.  And I see myself in the mirror.  Like fuck, is this who I've become?

The next week I'm back in my office.  I'm constantly refreshing our sales reports, seeing what Bruce has given me.  Then the report updates.  Fuck, holy shit fuck.  It's a MASSIVE sale.  Like make your quarter type of sale. Holy shit.  I could see one of my colleagues heads pop up, and turns immediately to me.  He read the same sales report that I did.  He saw the Bruce sale, and knew I landed it.  Then another colleague pop up and does the same.  With this sale, I'm out of the dog house.  There's no way I'm getting laid off.  I'm safe.  This sense of relief came over me.  Like fuck, I did it.  I made it.  

Later at the office, I get called into the VP's office.  Like I only met the guy once, and he's a big fucking deal.  Whatever, I'm on cloud nine here, the sales desk has been congratulating me all day.  So whatever, I head up to his office, and as soon as I walk in, I see someone that I recognize.  

It's Bobby.  That junior underling from Bruce's office.  Who saw me on my knees blowing Bruce in his office.  Fuck.  Shit.  What the fuck is he doing here?  Like in my VP office.  Shit.  I'm SO fucked right now.  The VP asks me to sit and explains to me what he and Bobby are talking about.  Apparently..... Bruce called into my firm.  Wants to participate at an upcoming conference.  Be a speaker or something.  Like having Bruce, speak?  At this multi-day event?  Like that would be a HUGE coup for my firm.  Like big fucking deal.   My VP is excited.  But... like Bruce doesn't do this shit.  It's beneath him.  I'm confused.  

That's when Bobby chimes in.  And he turns to me.  And we look each other in the eye.  With our little unspoken secret, Bobby says: "Bruce will only do this... if you are with him".