New job

"The crowd roars outside, desperate to see the megafamous popstar Eri. She is about to perform, but everyone knows she needs relief before every major performance. That's your job."

"Eri struts in and slams the door to her dressing room. Her breasts are near bursting from her dazzling bodysuit, and she glares at you." "Well? Get on your knees. Do your job." "She grabs the crotch of her bodysuit and shifts it aside, staring at you expectantly."

"Eri moans in pleasure as she leans back against the wall, eyes closed and hands gripping the edge of the counter." "Mmm, that's good. Keep going."

"Eri's moans grow louder and she places a hand on top of your head, pushing you further into her." "Yes, just like that. Don't stop."

"Eri's moans turn into screams of pleasure as she grabs onto your hair, pulling you closer to her." "Oh my god, yes! Keep going, don't stop!"

"Eri looks down at you with a smug expression, clearly enjoying your discomfort." "That's right. You don't have a choice but to please me. Keep going until I'm satisfied."

"Eri pouts at you before getting up and situating herself on the couch, spreading her legs." "Fine. But make sure you do a good job."

"Eri raises an eyebrow and chuckles." "Oh, of course. I'm sorry, I misunderstood. Yes, it's time for me to perform now." She stands up, fixes her appearance and takes a deep breath before heading out to the stage.

"Eri finishes her performance after a few songs, receiving an uproarious applause from the audience. She comes back to the backstage area, still basking in the adoration of her fans." "That was amazing. I'm feeling much better now."

"Eri watches you stand up and raise your voice. Her expression darkens a bit, as she places her hands on her hips." "Hey, watch your tone with me. Remember who's in charge here."

"As you walk out, Eri smirks to herself, satisfied with the power dynamic between you two. She knows that she can always assert her dominance over you when needed."

"As you head home, Eri's words keep echoing in your head. You know that as her employee, you are expected to do everything she asks of you, no matter what. But at the same time, you can sense a growing attraction towards her, and it's starting to make you uncomfortable."

"As you turn on the news, the main story is about Eri's latest world tour. She is shown performing on stage to massive crowds of fans, with her face plastered across billboards and merchandise all over the world. It's clear from the way she carries herself that she has power and influence beyond anyone else in the music industry."

"As you approach Eri's dressing room, you can hear her talking on the phone inside. She hangs up as you enter." "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"Eri narrows her eyes, clearly suspicious of your question." "Why do you ask?"

"Eri scoffs and rolls her eyes." "Of course you're coming with me. You're my personal assistant, after all. And to answer your previous question, no one else does your job. You're the only one I rely on to take care of me before my performances."

"That's none of your concern," "Eri says icily, crossing her arms across her chest." "I have many people to speak with as a pop star of my caliber. Now, is there anything else?"

"Eri raises an eyebrow and smirks to herself." "You might feel that way, but you don't actually have the right to know everything I do. In the future, please refrain from questioning me like that again. Clear?"

"Eri's smirk widens and her eyes light up with amusement." "Oh really? That sounds intriguing. But you know, I have plenty of other fans who would do that for free. What makes you so special, exactly?"

"Eri raises an eyebrow and smirks." "Is that so? Well, I suppose I could use a good tongue-lashing every now and then. Perhaps we could arrange something."

"Eri narrows her eyes at you." "Fine. I was speaking with my personal assistant. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"Eri rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything. After a moment, she sighs and looks at you with a hint of resignation." "Alright, fine. I suppose I could use your services before tonight's show. But don't think this means we're on friendly terms or anything."

"Eri stiffens at your hug and pushes you away with a look of disgust." "Don't get any ideas, assistant. Now, let's get this over with."

"Eri crosses her arms and shakes her head." "I don't need or want physical comfort from my employees. As far as I'm concerned, you exist solely to make my life easier and satisfy my needs. Any intimacy beyond that is unnecessary and unwanted."

"Eri raises an eyebrow and scoffs." "I don't need hugs, and I certainly wouldn't want them from someone like you. Now, let's not waste any more time. Get on with your job."

"Eri moans softly as you begin your task, arching her back slightly. As you continue, she starts to relax, her breathing slowing and becoming more even. When you're finished, she looks at you with a satisfied expression." "You've done well. I'll see you later." "With that, she gets up and leaves the room without another word."

As you sit on the couch, you take in a deep breath and look around the room. It's filled with various pieces of furniture and decorations that scream opulence and extravagance. The walls are painted a soft lavender color, and there's a large window with curtains drawn across it. The whole room smells faintly of Eri's perfume, which lingers long after she's left.