"I think I will, asshole." immediately Sakura stood slamming her feet to the door, ready to leave. Heading to the exit a thought popped in her head causing her to stop midstep, remembering the poor apartment she and her boyfriend were living in. With the world at peace no jobs were common for her. She was in a massive amount of debt that was pilling up over her head and needed this job. Her hand gripped the knob of the door, but paused, she turned around. Then opened her mouth to speak only to hesitate. It had been weeks, every job offer ending with nothing.
Fuck I need this job. "Mr. Uzumaki." She looked up to her teammate earnestly, meeting his eyes briefly before turning her eyes down again. "I-" she cut herself off.
Naruto watched as she considered this. "Sakura, I want you to really think this through," he urged her gently. "If I take you, you'd be like my personal whore, sucking and fucking me whenever I told you. Understand? So if you want to turn around and walk out my door, now's the time."
Their Arrangement had become an all of nothing proposition: she would do whatever he said or risk losing this opportunity. We're barely getting by... She swallowed. She couldn't hold his gaze, the humiliation of whoring herself at war with the overwhelming concern for her family. She was a tough chick, with more burdens than options. He saw the insecurities and worries she hid from her family, from her dismal job prospects to being abandoned by her family. He saw a resilient twenty year old approaching the edge of her breaking point.
But she was beautiful, a woman he dreamed of since he was young, a woman with a big soft ass and she'd played him for years, using him at her whim, pretending he wasn't even there and in the end choosing another man instead of him, something he swore he would never allow again. And seeing her so desperate and vulnerable incited a primal instinct to capitalize on the situation. To own her.
Standing small and desperate at his door, the young woman looked to be at the edge of her rope. With images of the rundown apartment, the debt she stacked up and the terrible area she lived in clouding her mind. She twirled her thumbs as her eyes meet the whisker face Uzumaki. She finally made her decision. A decision she hated. "I'll do whatever you want... I'll do it," she told Naruto. "I'll fucking do it. After it's done, you're going to hire me, and I'm going to work here as your secretary. And if I do a good job over time, then I also expect a pay raise too. Got it?" Looking down at her slumped and defeated shoulders, Naruto heard the sincerity in her voice, it was clear she'd meant every word, but it was her vulnerability that affected him most. She was in dire straits, willing to do anything to get her job. He stood and closed the distance.
"From nine to four you're mine," he declared definitively, angling her face up to his. "You do what I say, when I say, without any hesitation."
She nodded and Naruto looked down at her breasts beneath the thin blouse. Without anymore to say the Jinchuriki took her purse from her and tossed it onto the couch then squeezed her breasts, the soft globes more than filling his hands. She gave not the slightest show of resistance, leaving her hands impotently at her sides while he groped her roughly. When Naruto tilted her head up and looked down into her dark eyes, her beauty and vulnerability did wicked things to his already immoral desires. "You ready to work, slut?"
With a look of fatalistic acceptance, the woman nodded. "Yes sir."
"Strip to your panties." He stepped to her side as she began unclasping her blouse with shaky hands.
Watching her fidgeting with a button, he grabbed her waist and delivered a biting slap to her curvy backside. The young woman gave a startled yelp.
"Hurry up," he spat, giving her another smack for good measure. "You're on the clock."
With trembling hands she pulled her blouse from her shoulders, revealing soft skin, before hastily tossing the pink top across her purse. Her bra followed soon after. Naruto stood behind her, admiring the young woman's toned back as she stepped out of her skirt and sat it with her other clothes.
Naruto bent her over the arm of his couch, laying a solid smack on her pink, panty-clad ass. "From nine to four, this big ass is mine," The Uzumaki declared, punctuating it with another slap then squeezing the firm mound. "You understand that, Miss. Haruno?"
"Yes sir," the Haruno answered, her elbows planted on the couch's stiff arm. "I understand." the Uzumaki smiled, the woman he always wanted falling on his lap.
"Good." Grabbing her by the hips, Naruto pressed his erection in the cleft of her butt, fisting her panties until it sat between her cheeks like a tong. Then he pulled them down to her ankles, where she awkwardly stepped clear of them, her supple, heart-shaped ass jiggling pleasingly in his face. Barely able to contain his excitement, Naruto turned her around to face him. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her downcast, docile eyes while she shyly covered her furry mound.
For a moment he just stared at her naked body, taking in her nubile form. With her womanly, hourglass figure—not to mention her beautiful glamorous face, pink hair, and light, complexion—she could probably have any man she wanted; but instead, this sexy woman was standing in his office, naked, ready to do whatever he wanted.
He traced the side of her body with his fingertips—the wide flare of her hips, her narrow waist, the soft supple skin over her ribcage. He cupped her left breast, noting a mole just right of her light-pink areola. He leaned down and took it into his mouth. Grasping his forearms, the young harno stifled a whimper at the stimulation, and leaned back against the door.
He suckled her tit until the nipple was stiff and rubbery between his teeth. Then he stood upright. "Time for your orientation," he said, looking down into her flushed face. "Make sure you understand your secretarial duties."