products upon. Why did you think we required you to sign that release if we weren’t going to be using our toys on you, Chelsea?”
“I thought it was for if I used them on myself. Alone. At home. On a trial basis.”
Jayson crossed his arms over his chest and planted his feet shoulder-width apart. That was pretty wide, considering. “You thought wrong. It never said anything about any of that. Maybe you should have asked questions before you signed.”
Chelsea shook her head, her clear blue eyes wide. “This can’t be legal.”
“Should we go consult a lawyer? We have one in-house, and he assures me everything in these documents will hold up in court.”
With a huff that sent her bangs flying, she said, “Then I quit.”
Jayson smiled. She really should have read through that contract before she signed it. “I’ll accept this as your ninety-day notice if you’d like. You can change your mind on that at any point during the ninety days and it will be like you never issued it. In the interim, you’ll have to continue performing your duties as outlined within the contract and as assigned by me. Or, if you want to break the contract outright, then you will owe Toyz ‘R Us a year’s salary, due upon the moment of termination.”
For a few minutes, Chelsea sat there with her mouth opening and closing, as though she was searching for another argument. “I suppose we should make it my ninety-day notice, then,” she mumbled.
“Fine. I’ll let Russ know. Now, let’s get back to work, why don’t we? Take off your shirt. I want to see what’s underneath.”
Chelsea dropped her eyes, but her hands moved to the buttons of her blouse, shaking as she undid them. She had on a sexy little pink bra underneath, the lace-covered, demi-cup sort where her tits were nearly spilling out. When she pulled her arms free, he took the shirt from her and hung it in the coat closet in his office.
When he came back to her, Jayson moved behind her and trailed his fingertips over the tops of her bra cups, dipping just beneath to tweak her nipples, playing with them. She squealed a little at the contact. Whether she wanted to be aroused or not, those nubs were already rock-hard before he ever touched them.
Definitely fake boobs, but he didn’t care. Texture had never mattered in terms of getting his cock up as much as size and shape. This pair was just about as perfect as either God or a plastic surgeon could make them.
“Lose the skirt, too,” he said, still rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
When she reached behind her back to undo the zipper, it caused those gorgeous breasts to stand up at attention even more than they already were. He didn’t move back at all, causing her to brush her hands against his cock while reaching for it. She gasped, probably because he was already hot and hard and ready. That, or maybe because of how big he was. Either way, he liked the fact that he unnerved her. The zip released, and the skirt fell to her feet. Chelsea had on a tight little pair of boy-shorts, white cotton with pink trim to match her bra.
“We’ll be going shopping for supplies this afternoon,” Jayson told her, kicking the skirt aside. The boy-shorts wouldn’t do, and his budget would allow for lingerie, lube, condoms—all that sort of thing.
Chelsea just nodded at him. She probably didn’t have a clue what he meant by ‘shopping’ or ‘supplies,’ but that was just as well.
As it was, just from the little bit of attention he was paying her tits, her breathing was weak and her eyes had turned a deeper shade of blue. For all her sass, she was going to be an easy one to work with.
Jayson took his hands away from her breasts finally—though he did it reluctantly. He reminded himself he’d have plenty of time to do far more than he was doing then. “Bend over for me at the waist.”
She glared at him, but a minute later, she did as he asked. As soon as she did, Jayson bent over and rubbed her
“I thought it was for if I used them on myself. Alone. At home. On a trial basis.”
Jayson crossed his arms over his chest and planted his feet shoulder-width apart. That was pretty wide, considering. “You thought wrong. It never said anything about any of that. Maybe you should have asked questions before you signed.”
Chelsea shook her head, her clear blue eyes wide. “This can’t be legal.”
“Should we go consult a lawyer? We have one in-house, and he assures me everything in these documents will hold up in court.”
With a huff that sent her bangs flying, she said, “Then I quit.”
Jayson smiled. She really should have read through that contract before she signed it. “I’ll accept this as your ninety-day notice if you’d like. You can change your mind on that at any point during the ninety days and it will be like you never issued it. In the interim, you’ll have to continue performing your duties as outlined within the contract and as assigned by me. Or, if you want to break the contract outright, then you will owe Toyz ‘R Us a year’s salary, due upon the moment of termination.”
For a few minutes, Chelsea sat there with her mouth opening and closing, as though she was searching for another argument. “I suppose we should make it my ninety-day notice, then,” she mumbled.
“Fine. I’ll let Russ know. Now, let’s get back to work, why don’t we? Take off your shirt. I want to see what’s underneath.”
Chelsea dropped her eyes, but her hands moved to the buttons of her blouse, shaking as she undid them. She had on a sexy little pink bra underneath, the lace-covered, demi-cup sort where her tits were nearly spilling out. When she pulled her arms free, he took the shirt from her and hung it in the coat closet in his office.
When he came back to her, Jayson moved behind her and trailed his fingertips over the tops of her bra cups, dipping just beneath to tweak her nipples, playing with them. She squealed a little at the contact. Whether she wanted to be aroused or not, those nubs were already rock-hard before he ever touched them.
Definitely fake boobs, but he didn’t care. Texture had never mattered in terms of getting his cock up as much as size and shape. This pair was just about as perfect as either God or a plastic surgeon could make them.
“Lose the skirt, too,” he said, still rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
When she reached behind her back to undo the zipper, it caused those gorgeous breasts to stand up at attention even more than they already were. He didn’t move back at all, causing her to brush her hands against his cock while reaching for it. She gasped, probably because he was already hot and hard and ready. That, or maybe because of how big he was. Either way, he liked the fact that he unnerved her. The zip released, and the skirt fell to her feet. Chelsea had on a tight little pair of boy-shorts, white cotton with pink trim to match her bra.
“We’ll be going shopping for supplies this afternoon,” Jayson told her, kicking the skirt aside. The boy-shorts wouldn’t do, and his budget would allow for lingerie, lube, condoms—all that sort of thing.
Chelsea just nodded at him. She probably didn’t have a clue what he meant by ‘shopping’ or ‘supplies,’ but that was just as well.
As it was, just from the little bit of attention he was paying her tits, her breathing was weak and her eyes had turned a deeper shade of blue. For all her sass, she was going to be an easy one to work with.
Jayson took his hands away from her breasts finally—though he did it reluctantly. He reminded himself he’d have plenty of time to do far more than he was doing then. “Bend over for me at the waist.”
She glared at him, but a minute later, she did as he asked. As soon as she did, Jayson bent over and rubbed her
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