Ding!
[You aced your interview, leaving a big load of your seeds inside your Boss's cunt so she's going to feel a part of you inside her all day.]
[Ding! Appraising…]
[Target: Grace Anderson
Relationship: Boss
Age: 32
Status: Experienced.
Circumstances: A test of skill verification escalates into a memorable scenario inside the VIP Spa Room.
Orgasm:2]
[Appraisal: A Grade Taboo]
Ding!
[You've received:
800 Taboo Points.
$1500 Deposit.]
Ding!
[You've Unlocked a Title: Retired Gooner.]
[Retired Gooner: After years of solo stamina training, you've felt home once more.
Buff: Enlarged penis girth when active.
Debuff: Solo training will be severely punished.]
Seeing this, Miles had a strange feeling that the system was displeased with the fact that he gooned last night after rejecting Debra's attempt.
'Bastard.'
He stared at the list of his rewards and grinned.
'$1,500? That's like the pay of an established female pornstar per shoot.'
While overjoyed by the thought of easily becoming rich, Miles felt the Taboo Points were never going to meet his demand.
+1 stats card was worth 400 TP, to gain noticeable increase in strength would need at least 5 Stars Card.
'I need more, this body is too weak. Let alone grow through the gym, I'll be easily ganged upon and thrown into the trash bin to die for real.'
Memories of his bullies surfaced and he clenched his fist for a moment then let go.
' I still have an Ace.'
Just then, a soft click rang, intruding his thoughts as the door by the corner opened to reveal Grace in her formal uniform that hid her shape.
She composedly walked to the desk, not giving him a glance till she sat and faced him.
The office went silent.
Noticeably forcing herself to keep calm, Grace spoke out.
"First, whatever happened was only as a result of procedure. Don't think you'll be so lucky again and don't ever– ever tell or bring it up again.
Second, I am your Boss from henceforth, be strictly professional. Even if you're just a high schooler you should understand etiquette right?"
'Such a perfectly recited script.'
Miles could tell she was doing everything in her power to keep a cold face, but still played along.
Nodding, he replied.
"I understand. You're the Boss and I'm the Employee."
" Yes." Content with his reply, Grace was about to speak when she saw him raise his hand.
Denying her surprise at his maturity, she nodded with a go ahead look.
"Okay. I'll be available on weekends only. During the week booking should be checked in with me before being scheduled."
Miles firmly stated, making Grace realise she had no hold over him like she thought.
Grace froze but then realized it all made sense. Other being in school, Miles was also doing her a favour.
" Also, I'll get 5% pay for each booking."
'He's not just smart, his background must be big.'
Grace nodded.
"I guess we have a deal, Mr Miles." She stretched forth her hands like nothing happened.
Reciprocating the gesture, Miles smiled and activated blissful hands.
"Sure Boss."
The moment their hands came in contact, Grace's composure crumbled and her face flushed. Fortunately she was able to hold back or would have been forced to bury herself in shame.
The air took a passive turn but Grace managed to act.
Picking up the telephone, she typed in 3 digits and placed it to her ear.
"Come to my office." She said,
Twenty seconds later, a knock sounded on the door and a figure walked in.
It was the female receptionist that gave him direction earlier.
Their eyes met for a moment and she gave him a weird look after noting his rumpled clothes but quickly diverted her eyes back to Grace.
"You wanted to see me."
"Yes." Grace nodded.
" I want you to add something new to our list of services. Tranquil Touch Signature; 5 Star Massage."
"Make sure to inform the VIPs and have the tech guy list it on the website."
Ignoring the receptionist's surprise, Grace waved at her dismissively.
"What a boss." Miles watched from the side.
After the receptionist left, Grace turned to him.
"I think you should change. There's a male set of uniform in the changing room. I'll see myself out for the time being."
With that, she left while Miles entered the dress room.
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'I look less of a nerd now. I also need to get a haircut on my way home.'
Staring at his reflection dressed in a male masseur outfit bigger than his frame but with a baggy swag to it, Miles took a few pictures.
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Thinking he would have the time to chill for a while before he was out to work. Miles had barely sat down when his first client walked in with her daughter, and it was someone he knew.