Le patron exige que mon bébé fasse du jus - Nicki Hunter

My boss is one demanding and slightly demented biotch. I try to lay low in the office in hopes to just go to work, collect my paycheck and go home. No such luck. A call into my boss's office for a meeting with her today turned into something I could never have predicted. Her confidence is off the charts which makes being in her presence quite nerve racking, not to mention she is pretty damn sexy and knows it. She starts with informing me how my performance at work is lacking followed by a statement that my balls are in her hand. I thought it was my lucky day to have her come on to me although my luck was short lived. She was actually threatening my job security if I failed to donate my semen to her dream of being a step-mom. I wasn't going to even get to donate my preferred way, sweaty office sex. No, she was going to take my manufactured man juice from my body with only her hands, right here, right now.