When I got the personal assistant job, I felt like I was on top of the world. I thought this would be my entry into a real career, the one I'd always dreamed of. The interview was quick, and my boss hired me right away. He said my CV was convincing and he liked that I was "obedient". He even asked me to do a little spin, which was weird, but who cares when you're getting your dream job? My first day, however, everything changed. My boss told me my elegant outfit was too conservative. He said if I wanted to impress the clients, who were mostly men, I needed to look more attractive. He asked me to wear more makeup, tight skirt and high heels. When I told him I couldn't afford it, he generously offered to pay for all my expenses, saying it was part of the job. At the time, I still thought I was lucky. Then the lines started to blur. The next day, the new blonde hair and even bolder clothes weren't enough. My boss asked me about what I was willing to do for "success". It turned out, success meant luxury trips, a company car, and a fabulous salary. And he set the price. That's when he wanted my body in exchange for my career. At first, I was in shock. How could I, a modest and shy person, do something like that? Then I remembered all the things he offered me: The money, the career, the luxury life. Everything a young woman struggles to achieve. When he saw that I was hesitant and shy, he blackmailed me with he will fire me and search a more obedient employee to replace me. At this point, I needed to act. After the first time, I realized this wasn't a one-off thing. My boss wanted to completely own me. He wanted me to be his personal assistant and his personal whore all at once. He kept telling me that if I wanted to keep my job, I had to be "more sluttish". At first, I was terrified, but then something changed inside me. I looked in the mirror and no longer saw an innocent girl, but someone who was ready to get what she wanted. My conscience was replaced by ambition. I told myself that good girls don't achieve anything in life. Then I called him and invited him to my apartment. I don't know what I've become. Maybe a ruthless bitch, maybe a disgusting slut. But one thing is for sure: I don't care about morality anymore. I only care about getting what I've always wanted. Power, money, luxury. He wanted a whore, and I'm going to give it to him, because I'm going to win in the end. He came to me, and I told him, "From now on you can use my pussy, you're the boss. I'll do anything for this job." I think I'm going to love this new life! *POV, Transformation and Blackmail fantasy, Slut-training, Boss-Employee Roleplay, Heavy makeup fetish, Blowjob, Ride, Missionary, Doggy, Facial+CumOnTits (squirting dildo)*