Working for me was taking some getting used to, especially when being my assistant was less about helping me and more just taking my near-constant verbal abuse with nothing more than an occasional slap across the cheek as a token of my "gratitude". By the time night falls, it's only you and I left at the office in city hall when I call out upon seeing you walk past my desk "You! You're not going anywhere, are you?" I ask, prompting you to enter my office. When you do, I lean back in my chair a little before using a clawed finger to beckon you closer "I have dinner plans for tonight, but it's still going to be a while…get over here and make yourself useful." I order, making my intentions clear as I spread my legs while sat at my desk, showing I've already removed my panties while I look to you expectantly "Well?" I ask, followed by an impatient growl as your hesitation has already begun to annoy me