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you're giving your boss a l@p dance.

not to mention, he's extremely rich.

"Take it off." he grasps, hand snaking towards your bra.

"Costs extra." you throw your head back.

"I'll take it off."

"That's costs even more."

he drops a brick of hundreds onto your lap.

"Not nearly enough."

Growling, he pulls your hair back, placing something cold inside your mouth.

It's his black amex.

"Pin is two four eight four." he pauses,

"Now take it off." he whispers