An hour later when all the cops and ambulance had left, Bailey was standing in front of Jerome in his office.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Miss Reed. I told you on the first day, didn’t I? When emergencies happen, you call me. You don’t call your mother. You don’t call the FBI. You don’t call a priest. You fucking call me!”
Bailey had no idea what to say. She could feel what was coming next, and yet there was no way to stop it.
“If former MMA superstar Leo Connelly stays in our hotel, he expects you to remain silent, even if he's dying in front of you. Do you understand what position you put this hotel in? What position you’ve put me in?
“Are you even listening to me, Miss Reed? Does your job even matter to you anymore?” Jerome stood up and Bailey turned her face away. He rounded the table, stepped close to her, and tilted her chin up with his finger. “Miss Reed, you will look at me when I am speaking to you!”
“I’m—I’m—” Bailey stuttered over an apology as she tried to get a word in on her defense.
“What? Sorry? Will sorry make up for the money we lost? Will sorry un-fuck everything that went to shit today?
“No.”
“Exactly. No. Do you remember what I told you would happen should you fuck up again?”
Bailey looked up, her heart was caught in her throat. His words were ringing in her mind. No choice but to fire you, after I personally reprimand you in my office. Oh god, no. She couldn’t lose her job. Not now.
“No, please don’t fire me. I’ll do anything. Please.”
“Is that right? You’d do anything?” Jerome smiled as he stepped closer to her, his hand tugging at the hem of Bailey’s skirt. “Fine. In that case, Miss Reed, show me how much you want to keep your job.”
Bailey recoiled at his touch but she knew she had to fake it. It’s for Lily’s sake. She told herself. Just close your eyes and it’ll be over soon.
“So how about it, Miss Reed.” Jerome’s voice floated over her to the sound of him undoing his belt buckle. “I want you to get down on your knees, open your mouth, and beg me to let you keep your job.”
Bailey took a trembling breath, lowered herself to her knees, and shook loose her golden brown hair. Jerome’s cock was already out and Bailey was taken aback by its size—even at half mast.
“That’s right, you dirty little whore.” Jerome’s hand caressed Bailey’s cheek as his thumb worked at prying her lips apart. “You’re gonna open that hot mouth of yours and take all of this dick in your throat. You gonna do that for me?”
Bailey felt tears swimming up to her piercing blue eyes. She’d never felt more humiliated in her life. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
Jerome’s cock twitched in the air as it rose to full size. The purple head throbbed as it got closer to Bailey’s mouth. Slowly, she parted her lips as Jerome’s hand rested against the nape of her neck. There was a drop of clear precome peeking out from the eye of his cock. One look and Bailey knew that Jerome had been thinking about this exact scenario for a very long time.
Do it for Lily. She told herself and closed her eyes.
“No, Miss Reed.” Jerome breathed. “I want those big beautiful blue eyes looking at me when I cum down your throat.”
“I…” Bailey hesitated. It was hard enough to give Jerome a blowjob, but to look him in the eyes the whole time too?
“Do you want your job, Miss Reed?”
Her heart dropped. “Yes.”
“Then don’t you fucking look away.”
She kept her eyes trained on his as she opened her mouth, felt the fat head push its way past her lips. The taste of musk and salt drowned her senses, blanketing her taste and chasing all other smells from her nose. The throbbing member seemed to pound against her mouth as it pushed deeper and deeper until the head was pressed against the back of her throat.
She swallowed involuntarily, and fought the urge to gag as she felt her throat brush against the head. Jerome groaned above her as he tightened his grip on her neck, pulling her closer to him even though she could go no closer.
His free hand wandered down to her uniform and unzipped it in the back. Bailey struggled against him and finally pulled back, gasping for air.
“Oh you like that, don’t you?” Jerome fumbled with Bailey’s bra strap.
Click. Click. She felt the clasp come undone and felt a shudder run through her. He just wanted a blowjob right? Just a blowjob? Not… Not… She stared back at Jerome, searching his eyes for an answer.
“You think you can just blow your way out of this? You know how many people like you I get applying for a job in a week?” Jerome yanked the uniform off Bailey and threw her bra away to expose her full breasts. “You know how many fucking bitches offer to blow me for a fucking maid position?”
“I…” Bailey’s heart was racing now. She wasn’t prepared for this. She can’t. Not like this. Not with Jerome.
“You, you, you what?” Jerome panted as he hiked up Bailey’s skirt. His finger brushed against her pussy through her panties. “You can’t wait for this big fat cock to tear your pussy apart? You can’t hold back how wet you are for me? Is that what you’re about to say?”
His fingers slipped underneath her panties and pulled them aside. Bailey was panicking now. No, he can’t. Not like this! What if I get pregnant? What if he’s got a disease? “Wait!”
“What?” Jerome snarled as he grabbed her right breast with his hand and pressed his cock against her ass.
“I… I can’t get pregnant. Please. I can’t get pregnant!”
“Frankly, Miss Reed.” He pushed her forward and pressed her into his desk. His cock pushed against her slit. “I don’t give a fuck.”
“No! No! You can’t!” Bailey pushed him back. “You can’t!”
Jerome’s hand closed over Bailey’s mouth as he rammed his cock inside. “On the contrary, Miss Reed.” He grunted as he started to move. “I can do.” He held her closer to him as his hand reached down to her clit. “Whatever the fuck.” Then his fingers were playing with her and Bailey felt her knees grow watery from the touch. “I want.”
His fullness filled her up and her body responded to a sensation that she had missed for a long time in her life. She fought the urge to moan, to make any noise that let him know how good it felt to her. She didn’t want to give him that. She didn’t want him to win. So she closed her eyes and started counting as he grunted and moaned behind her.
When she’d gotten to a thousand and one, she felt his cock twitch hard inside her. Warmth splashed her walls and she felt Jerome shrink away from her until he was gone. A few drops fell out of her and rolled silently down the length of her thigh.
Jerome was slowly buttoning his shirt as he tucked his cock away and pulled his pants on. “Well, Miss Reed. That was certainly a spirited performance.
He looked at her with a predatory smile and right away, Bailey knew the next words out of his mouth before Jerome even said them. “I want you gone. I want you out of this building in ten minutes. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”