As the day drew to a close, Jenny-Nina was busy cleaning up the office. She had pulled off another successful production and now it was time to tidy up the mess. Her assistant, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. He had been assigned some menial tasks that morning but hadn't returned with them completed. Knowing how much she disliked incompetence, Jenny-Nina decided to confront him herself.
When she found him slumped over his desk, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Clearly, he'd been goofing off instead of doing his work. But as she stepped closer to him, she noticed something strange. His face was flushed and he seemed to be struggling to breathe. Suddenly, it dawned on her—he was still wearing those ridiculous jeans.
With a low chuckle, Jenny-Nina made her way around the desk and stood over him. She couldn't help but admire the view; the jeans hugged his ass perfectly. She knew that from experience. A few years ago, they had filmed a scene together where she had sat on his face in those exact same jeans. It had been one of the hottest scenes they had ever shot.
As she looked down at him now, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. He looked so pathetic, like he deserved to be punished for his laziness. Without saying a word, she reached down and grabbed the front of the jeans, lifting her hips off the desk to expose her ass. With a grin, she wiggled her rear end in his face, teasing him.
His eyes were wide with fear and lust as he tried to catch his breath. "Please, Mistress... I'm sorry," he managed to wheeze out between gasps for air.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, I won't make you beg me twice." With a wicked smile, Jenny-Nina lowered herself onto his face, her ass cushioning his nose just right. He let out a muffled cry of pain as she settled into the perfect position, her pussy just out of reach.
"Mmmm," she purred, leaning forward a little to brace herself on her hands. "That's it, baby. Take it all in." She rocked back and forth a bit, rubbing her ass against his face. "Tell me, does it hurt?" she asked teasingly, giving him a slow grind that made him whimper.
"Yes, Mistress," he managed to mutter through his pain.
Jenny-Nina laughed softly. "Good boy," she cooed, leaning in to run her tongue along the edge of his ear. "Now you understand what happens when you don't pull your weight around here." She started rocking a bit harder, her hips grinding against his face as she started to lose herself in the sensation.
His struggles grew weaker as he realized there was no escape from her punishment. He could feel his will breaking down as he was faced with the sheer dominance of Jenny-Nina's ass. A thick mix of shame and arousal coursed through his veins as his face grew redder by the minute.
After what felt like an eternity to him, Jenny-Nina finally pulled away, chuckling as she stood up. "That's enough for now," she said casually, holding her jeans tight around her ass.
The assistant gasped for air, his face flushed and sore from the punishment he had just endured. He looked up at Jenny-Nina with fear and admiration in his eyes. "Yes, Mistress," he breathed, already feeling the effects of his orgasm.
With a playful grin, Jenny-Nina turned to leave the room, her hips swaying slightly as she walked away. The assistant watched her go, still trying to catch his breath as he wondered what else she had planned for him. As he lay there on the floor, his mind filled with thoughts of being Jenny-Nina's bitch, he couldn't help but hope that the next time she decided to sit on his face, she wouldn't wear those damn jeans again.
