Best day ever. Landed my first internship. Heart pounding, I knock on the door. Burly guy barks me in. Follow him to the office. ‘Sit!’ he snaps. Door opens. In struts Jasmine. Tall, perfect bombshell in skin-tight silver jumpsuit. Ass like a dream. ‘Hi Ted. I’m Jasmine, your supervisor.’ Her voice cracks like a whip. Intimidating as fuck. Explains the job: watch client, stop fuckups. Guys downstairs tempt her to screw up. No mercy. She tours the control room. Screens, dials, levers everywhere. Teaches basics. Be vigilant. Red button kills everything. Avoid stairs. Hands me client file. Louise Watson, 18, grounded for slutty outfit. Blonde hottie pic. Damn. Screens light up. Eyes 10 and 11 flicker on. She’s waking. Grabs phone—confiscated? John texts: wants her bad, dick on fire. Lights flash: cheeks flushing, oxygen spiking. Pump calm hormones. She chucks phone, buries face. Sits at mirror. Wait—not blonde. Brunette, emerald eyes. Even hotter. Cleans face. Applies makeup. Violet eyeshadow, red lips. Smiles like sin. Brushes hair back. Black lace bra cups perfect tits. Holy shit. Ungrades it. Tits explode free. Huge, firm, nipples hard as rocks. Wide areolas. She’s drooling over them. Tongue on lips. Blushing deep. Hands knead them. Pinches nipples. Moans build. Body shakes. Endless orgasm hits. Screaming. I’m stroking my cock hard. Lights explode—alerts everywhere!