Bored and annoyed, Madame Marissa glanced at the incompetent employee whose plea for a pay raise had interrupted her lunch break. As she recalled the individual's first day on the job, Marissa couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at how ill-equipped he had seemed for the position. It seemed like just yesterday when he had stumbled through every task she had assigned him, making mistake after mistake. How could this man possibly think he deserved a higher salary after all the trouble he'd caused?
Undeterred by her employer's clear lack of interest, the employee continued to beg his case, going on about how dedicated and hardworking he was. Marissa couldn't help but roll her eyes; it seemed like no matter how much they paid these people, they never lifted a finger without expecting a reward. Disgusted by his entitlement, she decided to make an example out of him.
"Fine," she said, feigning reluctance. "I'll give you a chance to earn your raise."
Her expression hardened as she gave him a look that could kill. "Lie down on the bench at my desk ... and get ready to take one for the team."
With his back to the desk, the employee did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her next command. Marissa savored her moment of power, taking a long drag from her cigarette as she contemplated his impending humiliation. As she exhaled the smoke, she ground it out in the tray of her desk, her eyes never leaving his trembling form.
"You're going to do everything I tell you," she said, her tone cold and unyielding. "And you'll like it, or else you'll be out on your ass so fast it'll make your head spin."
With that, Marissa pulled off her blouse and skirt, revealing herself to be completely naked underneath. She climbed onto the desk, straddling the employee's face and forcing him to look up at her. With a cruel smile, she positioned herself over his mouth, ready to make him earn his keep.
As she lowered herself onto his face, his cheeks compressing under her weight, she reached for a vibrator and turned it on, rubbing the buzzing toy against her clit. As she moaned in pleasure, the incompetent employee struggled underneath her, his face turning red from the pressure. He coughed and gagged as she grinded herself against his face, her breasts smothering him on either side.
"Is this what you wanted?" Marissa hissed, her breath hot against his ears. "Not bad for a little more than minimum wage."
Ignoring his whimpers and cries for mercy, she picked up her sandwich and took a bite, chewing slowly as she watched him squirm. She offered him a swig from her soda can, which he eagerly accepted, hoping for some relief from the unbearable pressure. But Marissa was in no mood to show mercy.
With each passing minute, the employee's resolve broke down a little more, his body sinking deeper into despair. But still, he couldn't help but hope that he was meeting her expectations, that she would see how dedicated he was and reward him with the raise he so desperately wanted.
As the clock ticked by, Marissa continued to ignore the wretched man beneath her, instead focusing on her food and cigarette breaks. She ate her lunch, ate her snacks, smoked her cigarettes, all while keeping him pinned underneath her like a bug. He pleaded with her, begged her, but she wouldn't budge. Instead, she laughed at his pathetic attempts to get her attention.
By the end of her break, Marissa was feeling sated and ready to resume work. She got up from the desk, her body drenching the employee's face in sweat. She reached down, grabbed his hair, and yanked him to his feet, forcing him to stand behind the desk with her.
"Well?" she said, arching an eyebrow at him. "Did I pass your test?"
The incompetent employee could only nod weakly in response. He had given everything he had, but it was clear to him now that he was nothing more than a seat pad to her, nothing more than a tool for her amusement. As she went back to work, completely ignoring his presence, he felt a weight of despair settle over him. This man, this pathetic loser, was all he would ever be to her... a seat pad for her to use as needed.
