Counting dollars for my boss seemed like just another ordinary task, until he walked in with a smirk on his face. 'Hey there, sweetheart,' he said, his eyes roaming over my body. 'I have a special request for you today.'I looked up at him, curious.'Oh? What's that?'He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze intense. 'I want to watch you count those bills. Really watch you.I want to see your red curls bounce and your ass jiggle as you stuff those crisp dollars into your tight pants.'Ifelt a blush creep up my neck, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me at his words. 'Alright,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 'I'll give you a show.'Ibegan to count the money, exaggerating my movements. I swayed my hips, making my ass shake as I bent over to pick up the next stack. He tossed me a few extra dollars, leaning in close, and whispered his next command: he wanted me to piss myself, right there in front of him. The tension was electric, and I felt the heat rise as I slowly let go. The warm wetness crept through my pants, soaking the fabric inch by inch, until suddenly, I couldn’t hold back anymore a steady stream poured out, drenching my jeans and pooling on the floor beneath me. His grin said it all; this was exactly what he wanted. And who was I to say no?
