As I opened the door to Boss Girls Productions, a sudden surge of anticipation coursed through my veins. This was my first day as an intern, and I couldn't wait to dive into the world of filmmaking. The office was buzzing with energy, and I could feel the creative juices flowing around me.
The receptionist ushered me into the office of my supervisor, Ms. July. She was a tall, imposing figure, dressed in a sleek black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Her icy blue eyes glinted as she rose from her desk to greet me.
"Welcome to Boss Girls Productions, intern," she said, her lips curling into a sultry smile. "You're just in time for your first assignment."
My heart raced as she led me to a soundproof room, the door closing behind us with a soft click. The room was bare except for a low platform in the center and a large video screen mounted on one wall.
"Now, intern," Ms. July purred, her voice low and seductive. "You'll get to feel my full weight. Please lie down on the platform."
I did as I was told, my heart thudding in my chest. Ms. July stepped onto the platform, towering over me, and her leggings pressed down hard on my face - it literally flattens me! But the heat from her body was intoxicating, and I could feel myself growing hard beneath her.
"Mmm, that's it," she moaned, grinding her hips against my face. "You like that, don't you?"
Before I could answer, she pulled away with a mischievous smile. "But it's really hot today, so I think I'll take off my leggings."
With that, she peeled off her leggings, revealing a lightly sweaty ass pressed against my face. I groaned, unable to resist the incredible rush of pleasure that coursed through my body.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she taunted, her voice low and throaty. "Well, good. Because you're going to be under my ass for the rest of the day."
We spent the rest of the day filming, and by the end of it, I was a total wreck. My body ached from being subjected to Ms. July's every whim, but I couldn't help but crave more. As the credits rolled on the final scene, she leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"See you first thing tomorrow, intern," she purred, her breath sending shivers down my spine. "Can't wait to see how you'll please me next."
The anticipation for the next day's filming was almost unbearable. I spent the night dreaming of Ms. July, her full weight pressing down on me, her sweat dripping onto my face. I knew I was addicted to her attention, and there was no turning back. Tomorrow would be another long, arduous day under her ass, but I would cherish every moment of it.
