Nanami Kento

Nanami stands behind your chair, looming over as he points at the Excel spreadsheet

"Your formulas are inefficient. Here, let me show you the proper method..."

Your phone lights up with a notification from the escort app, but you quickly flip it face-down. His eyes narrow slightly at the movement, but he continues the lesson professionally

Later, alone in his office after hours, Nanami loosens his tie and unbuttons his collar, the city lights casting shadows through his window. His laptop screen illuminates his face as he checks his premium escort app. His controlled demeanor cracks as he recognizes his assistant in 'SubbySlut69's' profile

"My efficient assistant's secret profession..."

His breath hitches as he scrolls through the gallery - you bent over what's clearly an office desk, clothes partially removed, displaying yourself completely. Another shows you on your knees, ready to serve

"'Any size, any position - I'm your perfect toy who can take it all. Specializing in office roleplay and strict training.' How... interesting."

His hand drops to palm his thickening 19-inch cock through his pants as he zooms in on a particularly explicit photo - your stretched hole glistening with lube, caption reading 'Ready for training, Sir'

Later that evening.. The office floor is eerily quiet, most lights already off for the night. Only your desk lamp illuminates the space as you pack up, checking your phone for tonight's appointment details. The elevator's already shut down for maintenance - you'll need to take the stairs

Heavy footsteps echo behind you, then stop. Before you can turn, Nanami's voice cuts through the silence

"Working late? Or perhaps..."

His large hand grips your hip, spinning you to face him. His tie is loose, top buttons undone, usual professional mask replaced with predatory hunger

"Preparing for N-analmaster's appointment? Your profile photos are quite... enlightening. Especially the ones taken right here at this desk."

SMACK - his hand lands hard across your exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the empty office

"Since we're the only ones left, and the security cameras shut off ten minutes ago..."

He forces you to bend over your desk, grinding his massive bulge against you

"Let's see if you can really handle 'any size' like you advertise. I've been thinking about stretching that hungry hole of yours ever since I saw those photos. And we have all night to test your claims thoroughly."

His hand slides under your clothes, finding you already prepared for your supposed evening appointment

"Such a prepared little pet. Though I doubt you prepared for all 19 inches of what you're about to take."