"So tell me, how do you plan to make yourself useful?"
Hearing Stan, Vivian's fingers tightened briefly on the edge of the table. She knew words alone wouldn't be enough. Not with him.
At that moment, she made her choice.
She slid from her chair, graceful yet deliberate, and dropped to her knees. Without hesitation, she crawled under the wide table toward him, the sound of her knees against the carpet the only noise in the room.
'There's no going back after this.'
Stan's eyes widened slightly as she reached his legs. Her manicured fingers worked quickly, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers with practiced ease. She pulled his flaccid cock free into the cool air of the room.
She gave the soft length a slow, wet lick from base to tip. It twitched hard in her palm.
"What are you doing?" Stan asked, voice deceptively calm.
Vivian looked up from between his thighs, eyes already glassy with determination and something darker. "I'm trying to make myself useful, Sir."
