Crys wanted to make her point very clear. She lifted the pad and wrote: "Bill has a desire to fellate."
She puts the pen and paper on the desk and pulls Bill onto the floor. She slumps onto the floor, still in the afterglow. Crys sits down, enjoying the warm leather and splaying her legs open to present the rod she expected to be sucked on presently. Tapping Bill's head with her foot, she strokes her cock.
Bill doesn't know why, but her hand goes right to her mouth. Her lips just feel so good... What? What is... "Oh no." She looked up at Crys, sitting in the chair that was just a throne of power. She looks down at her body, lying on her back. Breasts, smooth legs... Bill reaches down and feels her crotch. "I'm not a girl."
"Yes. Yes you are."
Bill got up on her knees (that just felt right) and turned to face Crys with hate - but was stopped when she saw the massive cock. It was just what she needed, and she didn't even notice the employee it was attached to.
Going on all fours, Bill crept forward and rested a hand on the shaft.
Crys gasped. She'd given plenty of blowjobs and was thoroughly enjoying the experience so far.
Bill licked his lips and kissed the head of the wonderful penis. He ran his hand to the head and nestled it into her mouth, running her tongue down under the glans. Both hands on the floor, now, Bill began deep a rhythmic motion with her head. Crys put herself completely in the moment and felt her first male orgasm coming fast. The horny teen on the floor feels the tensing up and begins ramming the cock deep, milking the shaft. It is Crys' turn to reflexively grip the arms of the chair as the abrupt explosion of an orgasm rips the cum from her balls and flushes it into the mouth of hungry Bill.
Bill takes as much as she can, but it spills over and plenty end up on the floor. In a slight mental reprieve from the effects of the pen, she sits up and can't believe what is happening.