Smut. Smut. Smutty smut smut
Based off of this post. Wonder what MC was doin.

Victor grumbled away in his office for perhaps the umpteenth time. The phone against his ear, his free hand tightly pinching the bridge of his thin nose.

"Discipline and presentation, are two of the most crucial things in business. Both of which will sink any company in a heartbeat if not applied"

"I already said I was sorry," came back his idiot, a clear pout on her lips.

"Sorry doesn't fix it. How could you start falling asleep in the middle of a teleconference? You're lucky it was only me and Goldman that you embarrassed yourself in front of!"

"Well, I was sleepy! I stayed up all night working on my report. And I was meant to present in person. And you then called me to present it first thing this morning saying to do it on camera." She rebutted, the pout on her adorable lips even more pronounced.

"Excuses. This evening, come to LFG. You'll sit quietly and observe how a proper conference should be executed. Understood?" He stated before hanging up.

She hadn't said yes, but he knew she would. She always came.

A short time later Victor types away at this laptop. His papers prepared for the meeting he'd have in only five minutes. He stared angrily at the door.

He reached for his cell phone but put it back on the desk when he heard the click-clacking of heels running on the tile in the hall. A smirk on his lips when he saw the door open and her head popped in, almost as if pretending to sneak in without being caught. He motioned for her to take a seat on the chair across from his desk.

"Tardiness as well? You really are full of terrible habits aren't you." He reprimanded. "Sit there and do behave. Maybe you can learn something."

She sat across from him, her legs crossed, the same pout as earlier on her lips again.

He pulled up the conference screen and signed in. Whatever idle chatter had been in the channel stopped as he welcomed those in front of him. In control. Perfectly poised. He was in his element.

The minutes ticked by. The meeting droned on. Numbers were spewed. Fancy terms were said. Very mundane meeting. The information promised a very positive increase for LFG, more money to be able to invest in to projects Victor had been overlooking, as well as a little more funding for a small production company. Who's owner was currently distracted fiddling with a thread on her skirt.

Without missing a beat, Victor stretched a long leg across from underneath the table tapping the girl's leg in annoyance. She nearly jumped a foot in the air, but settled down and once again renewed her attention.

Albeit wasn't long-lasting. Not a moment later she was distracted again, her fingertips touching one of the random objects on his desk. Again, he softly kicked her leg in frustration. She looked back at him and huffed in return. Her lower lip sticking out as she sat back in her chair.

He discreetly pulled his phone out. And without even moving his eyes from the laptop screenshot her a quick message.

—Pay attention. Your little antics although annoying, are not distracting me. Perhaps you can stand to learn something of what control and discipline really are—

She shot him a dirty look, but he was back to his meeting once again. A devious plan forming. Why not actually put his so-called discipline and control to the test.

The girl stood up and placed her hands on the desk. Warranting a quick glance from Victor who just as quickly went back to his screen. She dropped down to her knees and crawled underneath the table until she was crouching between his legs.

He shot her another wayward glance, but corrected it and was back to his meeting. Her hands meanwhile went to his thighs. Widening the space between his legs for her to get closer. All the while being careful to keep her head from bumping on the table. Her nimble fingers slowly rubbing against his upper thighs before meeting in the middle just above his manhood. A few soft strokes against the material as she felt him spring to life and watched as the telltale bump grew.

"What on earth are you doing?" He snapped.

She only smirked.

"Sir? I'm reading the acquisition report?" Came a confused voice from the computer.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. Continue," victor muttered before shooting a glance at the girl who's eyes were now filled with mischief.

She clearly took it as her invitation to continue as well. Her hands working on the zipper and helping Victor's pride make a daring escape from its fabric prison.

She coaxed him to life as her soft fingertips traced its length slowly and deliberately. Victor adjusted his sitting, a faint hint of red on his cheeks.

"What was that about not getting distracted?" She whispered while bringing her lips to lay the most gentle of kisses at the head.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something, sir?" Came back another response.

"No. You heard wrong."

He tried to pay attention to the screen again. While also trying to figure out what had possessed this dummy to do this. He tried reaching his hand to push her away, but she only smacked his away. Her tongue now exploring the veins that were underneath the thin skin.

He fidgeted in his seat. Trying to continue his act of being cold and in control. It didn't last long when he suddenly felt his being taken into the hot and wet paradise that was her mouth. A deep grunt escaping his lips that he quickly tried to disguise as a cough.

This continued on for a few more moments. Him trying to maintain composure, she was busy taking him in and out between her lips. Her movements getting faster as her small hand wrapped around the base at first slowly, but then more fervently pumping up and down. Her mouth focusing on the head as her tongue worked in circles at its tip.

Another 'cough' escaped his lips. As he adjusted again. His hand now in her hair, trying to give himself a break from the stimulation. His free hand just over his mouth, still trying to appear in full control. He could already feel the pleasure building up inside of him, he was close. She gave him a moment. Her lips leaving him as she smiled at him sweetly. He looked at her. His eyes hungry for her now, for the first time honestly questioning why these meetings were so damn long.

"Victor?" Came his voice from the screen.

"Oh. Yes?" He asked, a tad embarrassed.

"What do you think of the acquisition of Murphy's printing company? Are you ok with our plan?"

"Oh. Murphy's plan. The plan to acquire Murphy's. That plan. Sounds great. Fantastic. Do it." He muttered quickly. A jerk as he sat up straight quickly. He looked down again, the tinge of pain. She'd bitten him on the inside of his thigh.

"Sir. Are you feeling alright? You look a bit flushed." Came another voice.

He wanted to answer, but he shuddered as his manhood was attacked again. She took him into her mouth quickly. He felt himself hit the back of her throat as he put his hand back over his mouth.

"I'm...fine. Continue." He tried to sound convincing.

Her tongue worked it's self around his hard member again. Damnit, he thought, she's gotten better at this. But why now?

She was getting daring. One of her hands snuck its way under his shirt. Softly against his abs. He adjusted the screen to face a little higher so no one could see the movements Incase she dared venture high across his chest.

Her head bobbed faster. Her movements were more urgent. He felt himself getting closer to the boiling point. His hand now holding tightly in her hair. He looked down and caught her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.

He'd told her he'd mastered control, so here she was making him prove it.

He just needed to hold on a little longer.

She sucked a little harder. Her hand left his torso and returned to squeeze him gently. She cupped his most sensitive pair of jewels, her thumb rubbing across the skin slowly, dangerously. She took him out of her mouth completely before bringing kisses from the base to the tip slowly. Her hand twisting gently, pumping in a torturous rhythm. He shuddered. The first roll of climax hinting it was near.

He hid behind another fake cough. Moans could be disguised as coughs right?

Again she took him inside her mouth. He could barely contain himself. He leaned back into his chair, the first wave of his release hitting him hard.

"Well. I think that's everything, sir." Came a voice from his screen. "And sir. You really should go to the doctor. You might be getting sick. You look flushed, and all that coughing can't be very good."

It took him a second before he could correct his brain to realize they were talking to him.

"Yes. Perfect. Thanks. Good meeting. Thanks. Ok. That'll be all. Thanks." He rambled like an idiot before he slammed the screen down hard. At that moment he couldn't care less if the damn thing broke.

His body shuddered as his head lulled back against the chair. His breathing jagged as his everything poured out of him.

It took him several moments before he could move again, his climax draining whatever composure he'd somehow retained.

When he finally could, he looked down at the Mischievous girl between his legs. He watched as she swallowed and then slowly licked her lips. Taunting him.

"Thank you for the lesson in control," she teased.

For once. The always quick-witted and sharp-tongued Victor was at a loss for words.

He pushed his chair back. As she stood up slowly. Her hands fixing her skirt. A smirk on her face clearly indicating that although he was the one who'd enjoyed the pleasure, she was the one who'd won that day.

Exhausted, he grabbed for her. His head resting against her stomach. His hands draped inelegantly around her hips.

Her hands rested atop his head, patting his hair softly.

She'd won for now. But he'd get even.

And bless his poor, darling, idiot. He would get even.