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To many, sex work isn't something most people would consider when they need extra money. Many would get a second job, or ask for a raise at their current job, even. Although, to you, that's not the case. Your minimum wage job back in college just wasn't cutting it for you, especially when debt started to pile higher from all your student loans, so you resorted to being a camgirl to put some extra dollars in your pocket.
Originally introduced to you by a friend in college, streaming to desperate men on the internet became your main source of income even after school. You've been able to pay your bills, put food on the table, and even set up a retirement plan. You've been growing on your streaming site for the last three years—even being the top streamer at some point. Most nights, you stay up performing shows to the many viewers that tune in, all while you watch those sweet, sweet tips come in.
Although, even with all the tips, it's not enough to satisfy your urge to spend. You don't always have the money to spend on the new spring line of Versace, or the latest iPhone, which puts you in the situation you are now: getting a "professional" job.
You successfully snagged an assistant job to one of the biggest CEOs in the country—Satoru Gojo. He's run a multi-million dollar technology company for the last few years, titled JTech. Where the J comes from? You have no clue. You didn't bother to do much research on the company when applying. You just wanted a well-paying job to have more spending money. All you know is that the company creates products similar to Apple and Samsung, with Satoru Gojo being the head of it all.
It dawns on you that you've never actually met Satoru even after being hired as his assistant. Nanami, the man who did your interview, promised you'd meet him during your training but warned you he's a bit... eccentric. As described by Nanami, Satoru Gojo is a man child that has a raging sweet tooth and a bunch of money that he doesn’t use responsibly. Though, he can be serious when he wants to be. You don’t really care much, you just pray he likes you.
You pull into a parking space outside of the JTech building, and you make your way to the front doors. As you enter, multiple security guards turn to glance at you while the front desk lady flashes you a smile.
“I’m here for training,” you say as you approach the woman at the front. “I was hired as a personal assistant to Satoru Gojo.”
“Ah yes! You must be [First] [Last]. Just take the elevator to floor 5, you should meet a woman named Akari Nitta.”
“Thanks,” you say as you turn to walk away.
“Wait!” the woman calls out. “You’ll need this,” she says as she holds out an ID badge.
You take the ID from her and find your way to the elevator. You swipe your ID once inside and hit the button for floor 5.
You anxiously pick at your nails while you wait for floor 5. You rehearsed the lines in your head when you meet your new boss, Gojo, yet you still feel totally unprepared. If the two of you don’t get along, all this work to snag the assistant position would be a total waste.
The elevator dings and you step out onto floor 5. You stare around at the desolate room. The desk a few feet in front of you is empty, and all the rooms are locked with the lights turned off.
“Hello?” you call, your voice echoing through the hallways.
Footsteps shuffle somewhere nearby, and a blonde woman appears to the right of you.
“You must be Ms. [Last]! Welcome to Jtech, I’m Akari Nitta, but you can call me Nitta,” the woman says with a cheerful smile.
“Nice to meet you.”
“As you probably know, today you’ll be learning the ropes of this place and meeting your new boss.” she motions you to walk with her down the hallway as she speaks.
“This whole floor is his ‘office’ where you’ll be working. A few other people work here, one of them being me, but for the most part, it’s pretty empty.”
The two of you walk briskly down the hallway until you reach a door with a mounted gold plate reading “Satoru Gojo” Nitta knocks, requesting to come in with you. You hear footsteps shuffle from behind the door, and it swings open.
In front of you stands a lanky, white-haired man leaning against the doorframe. He stares down at you with a cocky smirk as he inspects your appearance. You’re totally overdressed in your black dress pants and blouse compared to his jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Come in, Come in! I presume you’re my new assistant. I’m the Satoru Gojo, nice to meet ya,” Gojo says, almost boastfully, as he steps aside for the two of you to come in.
“Nice to meet you too,” you reply and follow Nitta into his office.
The spacious room has a large desk near the back of the room, under the window. When you enter, there’s a sofa immediately to the right of you, across from it there’s a flatscreen TV mounted to the wall. On the left, there’s a small nook containing another desk and a few shelves. The room is lined with plants, and silly pictures of Gojo with his employees are hung up on the tan walls.
“Some days you’ll be in here with Gojo, other days you’ll be with me and Ijichi, one of the other assistants. And every so often, Gojo will probably make you run errands,” Nitta explains.
“But today, you’ll be with me!” Gojo exclaims with a smile spread across his face. “That desk over there is for you, along with the company laptop.”
You check out the desk in the corner, already planning ways to decorate it little area to seem more homelike.
“As his assistant, you’ll be taking calls, answering emails, managing schedules, and, as I said before, doing errands,” Nitta says.
“Sounds simple enough,” you reply casually.
“Well, I’m going to leave you two to get working, see ya!” Nitta says and quickly rushes out the door, eager to get out of the room.
You turn to Gojo who’s leaning back into his office chair, legs spread and hands folded over his stomach. He studies you for a few moments, the room remaining dead silent. You can’t read his expression much due to the outdated circular pair of glasses that conceal part of his face, but your skin crawls knowing he’s staring at you. It doesn’t help that he’s actually quite an attractive man, especially with his legs spread across the chair.
“Have I seen you somewhere?” he abruptly asks, and you raise your eyebrow. You wouldn’t think of yourself as someone who looks a whole lot different from the crowd. You follow the latest fashion trends, the new hairstyles, all of it. You wouldn’t be surprised if Gojo mixed you up with some celebrity, he is well renowned for his social life after all. But then, your stomach sinks.
Has he seen your live streams?
“Don’t believe you have. This is my first time meeting you,” you say nonchalantly as you avoid losing your cool.
Gojo hums as he ponders for a few more moments before pestering you further. “You sure you aren’t a secret celebrity that has infiltrated my corporation?”
A laugh erupts from your throat, but your heart thunders in your chest as you talk with him.
“I promise I’m no secret celebrity.”
“Interesting,” he says with an unusually low voice, clearly still thinking to himself.
“Well!” he claps, suddenly changing tone and taking you by surprise. “Let’s get started with training, shall we?”
The two of you go over the basics: employee conduct, pay, tasks, and responsibilities. He discusses his typical schedule and the usual outings he goes on, which consist of mainly business over dinner meetings. You may accompany Satoru on these dinners or travel with him for out-of-town meetings.
“...Europe?” you stare at him in awe.
“Yup! Some weeks you may come with me to Europe, Asia, the states, anywhere.”
“What would I be doing there?”
“Well, note-taking, room booking, helping me with documents. All that jazz.”
You nod slowly, still surprised that you’d be traveling the world with this man. You don’t remember frequent travel being part of the job description when you applied.
The two of you work out intricate details of your hiring and training for the next couple of hours. The whole time you’re dangerously close to Gojo and that damn beautiful face of his. His sparkling white teeth that he flashes with every smile is enough to draw someone into a trance from how perfect they are.
Spending the next few months with an irresistible boss will truly be an adventure.
Although, checking each other out isn’t just one-sided. You’ve caught Gojo glancing a few times at your figure, specifically your breasts. The way the buttons of your blouse restrain your breasts from splurging out drives Gojo absolutely wild. If he could convince you to wear a skirt with that shirt, his life would be complete.
The two of you wrap up training as he escorts you around the building, showing you all the different rooms and floors. You meet a few people who work for Gojo, and at some point, you bumped in Nanami. Gojo decided to take the time to bother Nanami while he’s on a business call. At that moment, you thought Nanami was going to chuck the pair of blue scissors on his desk at Gojo’s head, and you were desperately trying to hold in a laugh about to slip off your lips.
While walking with Gojo, you bump into a group of three young interns, around the age of college students it appears. The woman with ginger hair gives you a big smile and gives you a sudden hug. The two men standing behind the ginger flash you weak smiles and a wave, cheeks flushed red from embarrassment due to their friend's sudden embrace.
"Ah, hey guys! This is my new assistant, [First] [Last]," Gojo says.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Nobara! The pink-haired guy is Yuji, and the scary one with black hair is Megumi," the woman with ginger hair says as she aggressively shakes your hand.
"Nobara, we can introduce ourselves," Yuji whines. "It's nice to meet you, though, [First]."
"Nice to meet you too." you give Yuji a smile.
Gojo's phone starts to buzz in his pocket, and he quickly takes it out. "I have to take this call guys, you stay here with [First]," Gojo says and briskly walks away.
Before you have time to speak, Yuji and Nobara immediately bombard you with every question possible.
“What’s it like working for Gojo?”
“Have you seen his eyes? They’re so cool!”
“Was training bad? Did he say anything weird?”
“How’d you get the job?”
“Have you slept with him yet?”
Your head is spinning from all their questions, like the paparazzi harassing a celebrity. It totally flies over your head that they asked you about sex, that is until Megumi brings it up again.
“You guys can’t just ask someone if they’re sleeping with their boss,” he half whispers to Nobara and Yuji, elbowing them in their arms.
“Hey, that hurt Megumi!” Yuji shouts.
“Wait, wait, what do you guys mean ‘sleeping with your boss,’ What kind of question is that?” you demand with a profuse blush flaring on your cheeks.
The three interns all exchange worried glances before Yuji speaks up. “Well, uh, there was a rumor that Gojo’s last assistant was sleeping with him.”
You bite your lip. Gojo and his assistant, huh, not a shocker. Would that end up being you? The slutty assistant to the charming CEO everyone wants to fuck? You can’t bring yourself to be opposed to it, even if you know it’s wrong, and you’re sure Gojo wouldn’t pass up a good steamy late-night fuck session.
No, you can’t do that. It’s unprofessional, and these three would never let you live it down if they ever found out. You're also pretty sure it's against company policy to have sexual or romantic relationships with your coworkers.
“It’s not appropriate to spread rumors at work, ya know,” you scold the three, trying to conceal the excitement churning in your belly. Nobara and Yuji exchange a pouty look with each other while Megumi narrows his eyes at the two.
You hear footsteps echoing through the hall, and Gojo quickly slides next to you. “What was with all the commotion? I could hear shouting down the hall,” he asks with raised eyebrows, and you pray he didn’t overhear anything.
“Nothing, sir! We were just asking how [First] is enjoying her first day here,” Nobara lies with a toothy smile.
“Hm, if you say so,” Gojo hums in a low tone, that same tone he had when he questioned if he met you before.
Bile builds at the back of your throat from your nerves. You’d rather not get fired on your first day because you were gossiping like school girls about your boss with a group of interns.
You and Gojo say bye to the interns, and the two of you head back up to the 5th floor. Gojo's eyes fixate on your figure the entire elevator ride. The way your pants hug your ass and thighs, your breasts in that blouse that's just a little too small for your body—it's all too much for him, but he's still left puzzled as to why you seem so familiar.
Maybe you've been one of the many women he's slept with? No, that's not possible. He would have remembered you. You're different than the rest in a baffling, indescribable way.
He breathes out a frustrated sigh and leans against the elevator walls. You peer at him as his messy white hair falls onto his face, covering his glasses.
"Something wrong, sir?" you ask and raise your eyebrows.
He lets out a chuckle. "Still trying to figure out where I know you from."
Your heart races in your chest as you cross your arms, trying to be casual. He can't know, he absolutely can't know.
"I look like a lot of people." you let out a nervous laugh as the blood rushes through your ears, muffling your hearing from the sound of your heart beating dangerously fast.
Gojo looks up, and his round glasses fall down on the bridge of his nose, finally revealing his crystal blue eyes. His curious gaze burns into you as he studies your features, causing you to flinch.
He steps closer and looms over you, only now making you realize how tall he actually is. You step back against the elevator wall and let out a shaky breath. For such a playful man, he's exceedingly intimating as he towers over you, yet, you can't help but cross your legs in excitement.
"Tell me, [First], who really are you?" Gojo asks as he leans closer to you. His hot breath falls against your skin, and your heart only beats faster.
Gojo smirks as he notices your crossed, excited legs. He knows what he’s doing to you. He knows you like this, even if you wish you didn’t. He glances at your soft, flushed lips that look as if they’re about to start quivering. They’re so kissable... so perfect.
"Just an ordinary girl making a living as an assistant." you give him a weak smile.
The way you would be perfectly content if he pinned you against the wall and forced his lips against yours makes you shiver. In less than twelve hours, this man could make you submit yourself to him with one kiss.
"Why so nervous then?"
"I'm fine, sir."
His eyes roam your body with a sly smirk on his face. "You say that, yet your body lies to you."
Ding
Thank God for that elevator.
You slip away from his body and quickly exit the elevator, and Gojo follows behind not long after. You don't say anything more to him as you walk to his office, only worsening the tension between the two of you, but you can't risk having him find anything out.
A few more hours pass in Gojo's office, all while you set up your new laptop and he's on phone calls. The two of you remain quiet, but you feel his curious gaze on your every so often. You know he's still wondering where he knows you from, but you ignore it. You don't think he'd figure it out anyway.
When it's time to leave, you say bye to Gojo, whose mood is playful again, and everyone else on the floor and head to your car. At home, you cook a quick dinner and feed your mewing cat before setting up everything for you livestream.
Streaming is a way to blow off some steam after a long day, and after the events with Gojo, you definitely need something to cool you off. Tonight you expect upwards of $500, as a couple nights ago, you hit $700 after only two hours, so you have high hopes for tonight.
You dig through your lingerie bin and pick out a red lace pushup bra and a lace thong to match. You slip a garter belt around your waist and attach the claps to a pair of sheer thigh highs on your legs. The bright ring-light shines onto your face as you stare at your hair and makeup through the mirror. It's a little messy, but nothing too noticeable. You slip your usual cat mask on over your face, concealing your identity from the world. You're number one rule since you started streaming: never show your face.
You quickly set your camera up on your tripod and open the chat on your laptop at the end of your bed. You send out a tweet letting your fans know you're streaming for a few hours and go live. In just a few minutes, hundreds of viewers join, with some already tipping a few dollars.
"Hey everyone! Come on in, and don't be shy, leave a tip!" you purr with a higher pitch than usual. You always change your voice ever so slightly on stream. Not only does it drive the viewers wild, but it protects your identity.
Tips come flooding in as the chat goes wild, eager to see more of you.
Yu787: You look so beautiful today, Saint!
CJUltimate: Show your tits for me, hun
User203845: Can't wait to see you fuck yourself
You smile as you read the chat, giving thanks to random commenters.
You run your hands up your body and give the camera a seductive wink. "Let's get started then!"
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Moan after moan slips off your quivering lips as you slide the vibrating dildo in and out of your dripping entrance. Your legs are spread, and your free hand gently massages your breast, fingertips occasionally pinching your sensitive nipples. Your lingerie is scattered on the bed, with just your garters and socks tightly hugging your soft thighs now.
"Fuck, you fill me up so good baby," you groan into the camera while your back arches and toes curl from the euphoria pumping through your veins.
You pump the sex toy faster into your cunt as sweat drips down your face. You're moaning and crying, just holding back your orgasm till that one tip comes in—the tip that makes your night. Viewers will always send money just to see you cum, even sometimes moan their name if they're lucky.
You check the chat in hopes of any special requests, and your breath gets caught at the back of your throat.
$400 gift from Anon3003
You glance at the comment under the gift.
Anon3003: Cum for me, pretty little slut
So much money... who is this? You've seen this user in your chat before, and you often noticed they tip more than $100 every stream they attend. You never paid much attention until tonight when they tipped enough for all your bills to be paid for two months.
“Thanks for the gift, Anon3003,” you purr and blow a kiss into the camera. You throw your head back and allow yourself to finally reach your climax, all while moaning profanities and unintelligible syllables. Your walls clench around the toy, and you buck your hips as you ride out your high.
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“Fuck,” Gojo groans as he quickly pumps his lubed cock in and out of his palm. He leans back against the headboard covered by pillows and marvels at the woman on his screen.
He has often tuned into your streams for the last few months or so, and it’s not uncommon for him to leave a large gift for you. After the many orgasms you’ve given Gojo, you certainly deserve the money.
He loves the way your cunt looks, dripping and stretched when you use a dildo or your fingers. The way your breasts bounce when riding a toy is an image he would gladly stare at for all eternity. And your moans, your sweet, sweet moans, they drive him wild.
His breathing goes rigid as he throws his head back in pleasure. If only he could make you his slut for a night. Make you cry, beg, whimper, he wants to hear it all.
Gojo likes to think of himself as better than the lowlifes in your stream chat. He’s got money, power, and a self-proclaimed “amazing cock" He could give you anything and everything you ever wanted.
But he has yet to meet you.
He grips the bedsheets in one hand while the other thrusts his palm up and down his cock. Gojo slowly bucks his hips, picturing your breasts bouncing up and down while you ride his cock. He lets out a shaky moan and curls his toes as he hits his climax, his cum falling on his stomach all while imagining you.
He lets out a relieved sigh and cleans his torso up with a few tissues from his nightstand. He sits up and glances at his laptop, noticing you’re still going with your dildo.
He smirks. Your turn to cum now.
$400 to SaintX. The confirmation screen reads in front of Gojo as he sends the gift to you, and he even added on a sweet little message for you to read.
Gojo grins to himself and leans back into the pillows. He watches as your relaxed, pleasure-filled face turns amazed in a second. Oh, how he’d love to see what slutty lingerie you’d buy with all the money he sent you.
He watches in awe as you allow yourself to cum, hot moans and profanities slipping off your lips as you do so. Those lips, oh how they're kissable. He can only imagine how amazing they would feel around his cock as he fucks your face.
But those lips...they look familiar.