AMA-Con: The Compilation

At Her Service: Chapter 4

"Are you deaf? I said, come here." She patted her hand on the seat beside her, asking him to move closer. Without much hesitation, he complied.

She drew closer, and he was more than surprised by her next action.

"Don't move." She placed her lips near his ear, snaked out her tongue and licked the soft shell. With beads of sweat forming on his forehead, he complied. Or at least he is trying to.

"Mam Mendoza..um.." Gripping on the edges of his seat, he bit his lip as her hand slowly moved up and down his inner thigh, inching its way up to his bulging erection.

"Shhhh..10 minutes." She demanded, taking his earlobe between her teeth, nipping it gently, then smearing her dark red lipstick all over his neck. "Keep still for ten minutes and don't cum, and you might get this job."

Alden did his best to meet her demands; hands tightly clasped onto the leather cushion, eyes straight ahead, jaw clenched and legs slightly parted, the tension quickly building up inside the backseat of her limousine.

"Don't you dare touch me unless I say so, understood?" She knelt in front of him, eyes dark with lust, face flushed, and mouth hungry for his cock. Her fingers finally settled on the arousal tenting between his thighs, grazing its length, slowly unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper, and then freeing his throbbing sex. His mouth opened as she licked her palm and held his length between her warm hands. No words came out of him, only inaudible moans. She smirked, eyes piercing his, then slowly bowing her head. He could only grip tighter onto his seat as she encircled her wet tongue around his tip, licking off the pre cum, glazing it with her saliva.

"Fff..." He gritted his teeth, trying to overcome the heat engulfing his body. If only he had his way, and it wouldn't compromise getting this job, he would take her, the famous Nicomaine Mendoza, rip off her clothes and fuck the living daylights out of her.

Sweat started flowing from his forehead, soaking his blue shirt as she started to bob her head. "Eight." She hollowed her cheeks to accommodate his hardened rod. Using her right hand to fondle his balls, massaging them gently, she used her left hand to couple the movement of her mouth; up, down, tongue licking, slipping, and sliding on his cock. "Six." Her dark red lipstick smeared and stained all over his crotch, she popped him out of her mouth, then took his balls in, sucking and tugging on them gently, the tip of her tongue reaching the underside of his balls, hitting the G-spot, causing his pupils to dilate and his eyes to roll at the back of his head. "Five.." She whispered, still pleasuring the man applying for the job of being her personal assistant. She then traced her tongue up his shaft, again encircling its mushroom tip, taking it in again until it reached the back of her throat. She gagged, eyes tearing up but she didn't mind. She wanted him to cum in her mouth to prove her dominance, authority and endurance.

As the temperature inside of the car plummeted, his body temperature sky rocketed, inching closer and closer to his impending orgasm. "Three." He lifted his hips slightly, as she clawed her hands on the flesh off his ass, urging him to thrust in her mouth. She glanced up at him, meeting his gaze, as his mouth was slightly ajar. He was shuddering, doing his fucking best in keeping his body still to meet her demands. He desperately wanted this job after all.

"Two." She said, continuing her motion.

But he couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure was just too intense. If he didn't move, he will probably lose his mind. He threw his head back and extended his arms, then clutching on to the cushion of the car seat almost pulling out the stitches. A loud thud was heard across the confines of the back seat of the limo, as lifted his legs and stomped on the carpeted floor. Popping his cock out of her mouth, lips slick with saliva, eyes dark and breath heavy, she said, "Keep the fuck still. Is this your first blow job?"

He nodded yes.

"How pathetic."

Soon after she said those degrading works, his cell phone alarm chimed, signaling her to stop the deed. She sat up beside him, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crossed her arms and legs.

"Move."

"Miss Mendoza?"

"Are you deaf? I said, move."

He quickly zipped up his pants and moved to the other car seat. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and bowed his head.

"You're hired."

"Po?"

"Mister.."

"Richards po."

"Eww. I'll call you Fifty.."

"Po?"

"Bingi ka ba? Are you broken? Or just stupid?"

"Hindi po Mam-"

"Miss. Miss Mendoza. You should ALWAYS address me as Miss Mendoza. Not by my first name or any other name. Just, Miss Mendoza. Get it?"

"Yes po."

"Good. Okay FIFTY.." She doesn't call her PA's by their names, mainly because she hated memorizing, and she'd rather not get too attached to them. So, she settled calling them by a number. Alden Richards was Fifty, because he was her fiftieth assistant.

She raised an eyebrow and called him. "I don't care for your name, your address, your family, your background or the fucking name of your dog, I just care for one thing, and one thing only.. You have to meet my demands, at all costs. If you do, you will get paid 70,000 pesos every month, okay?"

"Yes Mam. I mean, yes Miss Mendoza."

"Okay. Good. Now, Pat my manager will give you a list of all my schedules, my needs and my rules, via email. Memorize it. If you break any of my rules or forget any of my needs and demands, you will immediately be fired. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Mendoza."

"Now. Be at my house tomorrow at 5 am. Not a minute before or after. On the dot. Okay?"

"Yes Miss Mendoza."

"Get out."

The driver stopped the car near the sidewalk for him to get out of the car. He did.

"Miss Mendoza?"

"Yes?"

"Ano po yung address niyo?"

"Hanapin mo. Driver, let's go."