The chance to buy a controlling share in Absinthe Industries was too good for Penelope Payes to pass up. Even if it meant sitting through Terence Tartarus’s personal “demonstration” of their varied product lines, the CEO (and secret superheroine) knew it was worth it if she could take charge of Absinthe and get its evil mind-controlling technology off the market.
Penelope wasn’t quite certain when the demonstration had turned from Powerpoint and pie charts to shackles and sex toys. Tied to her own conference table, clad only in her drenched panties, Penelope Payes couldn’t think about any of that right now. She couldn’t think about anything but the commanding feel of Terence Tartarus’s hand in her hair and his voice in her ears.
“And this is the latest model from R&D. We call it the Absinthe Submission. What do think of it, Penny?” Tartarus ran the powerful vibrator over her helpless pussy lips.
“Ooooh, it’s got excellent power and … aaaahhhh … good … Ohmigod … power,” she moaned.
The supervillain / businessman grinned. “This Submission will be yours to keep if you sell me your company.”
Penelope’s flesh burned with lust. Her climax was so close. So close. “Ungh. Ungh. Don’t stop. I’m not … Ooohh PLEASEDON’TSTOP … not selling. Yes! Yes–”
Suddenly Tartarus switched off the vibrator and stood up. “If you aren’t interested in what I have to offer, I don’t see what else we can do for one another.”
As Penelope’s orgasm evaporated into frustration, she screamed. “Don’t leave me like this! Please, you fucking monster! Please fuck me!”
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