Ranko's Job: A Bosses Seduction

"Allright," The Boss said. "Though, you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself." He commented, clicking his mouse to bring up the recorded feed from the previous night.

Ranma blinked curiously, then paled as the speakers began to play a familiar feminine moaning. As The Boss rotated the monitor to show it's footage of her bracing herself on the table as a man pounded her from behind, Ranma's face went bright red.

The Boss looked at Ranma's face, taking in the mixture of surprise, fear and embarrassment flashing across her face, but he also noted her nipples hardening under her uniform.

Hidden behind the wall, the Ranko doll sat in its box. The suggestion "I want to keep working at the Bunny's Delight was prominent, but under it were the smaller additions, "Seeing myself having sex turns me on." And "My Boss's touch makes me feel horny and crave to be fucked."

"Wha. . . Why?" Ranma asked uncertainly, wanting to look away, but unable to take her eyes from the images on the monitor.

"Purely for your own protection. I make very sure that all the customers know that they aren't to do anything with the waitress unless she wants them to, and this is so I can keep an eye on them and prevent problems from happening. Indeed whatever happens this video will not leave this building." As he spoke, the Boss stood and slowly walked around the desk, until he was standing right behind Ranma's chair.

Ranma sighed and closed her eyes. "Good. I was worried you might be trying. . ."

"Blackmale? Oh never! Even if I were the type, it would be horrifically bad for business!" He reached forward and gently rested his hands on Ranma's shoulders.

Ranma's eyes snapped open as she felt the touch. Her head whipped back toward him, then turned back, drawn irresistibly toward the image of herself on the monitor.

"I simply thought you seemed to be overly vigorous in rejecting something that you clearly seemed to enjoy." The Boss said, gently rubbing Ranma's neck and shoulders.

Ranma sat unmoving, her mind split. Part of her wanted to run, part of her wanted to scream denials, and part of her simply wanted to relish the incredible sexy feelings provoked by both the video and The Boss's hands.

"You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself. Were you?" The Boss asked, continuing his gentle neckrub.

"I. . ." Ranma started, then her voice trailed off.

"Did you enjoy it?" The Boss asked again, rubbing a little harder.

Ranma inhaled sharply at the stab of pleasure radiating from the hands on her neck. Her mouth opened and she reluctantly stammered "Yes."

With a grin, the boss changed the rhythm of his rub, moving his hands from her neck to her shoulders and back. "Yes, those hands all over you. Did you enjoy being touched?"

Ranma couldn't stop herself from gasping for breath. A moment later she remembered the question and quietly said, "Yes."

"Yes, those hands sliding down and squeezing your breasts," He slid one hand down to quickly squeeze one of Ranma's tits, provoking a deep moan, then slide back up to her shoulder. "Did you enjoy having your breasts fondled?"

"Yes."

"And when your uniform's top," his hands touched the straps and gently slid them off her shoulders and down her arms. "When it was removed and they could touch your breasts freely." One hand slid back to her shoulder, the other moved to caress her breast again. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes."

He slid both hands up to her shoulders, then grabbed and pulled, drawing Ranma upright. Stepping around the chair, he pressed his front against her back, sliding both hands down to caress both of her breasts. "Did you enjoy it when they squeezed and licked your breasts?"

"Yes."

He slid one hand down her front, between her legs, resting on the noticeably wet scrap of cloth covering Ranma's cunt. "And your pussy." The Boss whispered in her ear. "Did you enjoy it when they fondled your pussy?" As he asked he rubbed at it through the cloth, drawing a loud moan from Ranma.

"Yes."

The hand over her crotch slid back up to the hem of the outfit bottom, then slid down, sliding under the outfit, his hand touching her pussy directly. "And when they had you naked and could touch your pussy directly, did it feel good?"

"Yes."

His hands moved to grab Ranma's outfit and push it down her legs. Then one hand returned to caressing her breast while the other slid back between her legs, sinking one finger into her pussy while stroking her fully erect clit with his thumb. "Did you enjoy having your pussy filled?"

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy being fucked?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to fuck you again, right now?"