He bucked his hips forward and she quickly adjusted, silent and terrified. She had come to this country because it was the land of opportunity, planning on sending the money back home to support her family. No one explained what exactly “at-will employment” meant until she had spent her life savings and moved.
It had taken her months to find a job, driving her further into debt and erasing any hopes of returning home. Workers were cheap, easy to replace, easy to exploit. When she did finally find work, they explained the rules to her. She could be fired at any time, for any reason. She could either be compliant or live on the streets.
Playing ball. The national pastime, her secret shame.
He picked up the pace, heightening her sense of danger. This wasn’t one of the cruel ones; he only made her swallow cum. Still, he would show no mercy if she made a mistake. They had explained that to her, too. A good secretary keeps her teeth out of the way, and the company did not employ bad secretaries.
He groaned, and she swallowed in quiet despair.
It wasn’t the career she had dreamed of, but her boss told her to be happy. Any time she began to tear up, he was quick to point out that she had a bed to sleep on and something hot in her stomach. The joke fell flat, but she would laugh and agree every time. After all, how could she be ashamed of kissing his ass when he had already made her lick it?