I placed Justin's coffee on his desk before I walked to my own desk. I was early today for no reason in particular. My tasks weren't on my desk so I sat, waiting, on my phone. Myra was already at her desk when I came in.

"Good morning Myra," I hear from the front.

"Good morning Mr. Bieber," Myra replies.

Justin walks closer as he starts to unpeel the banana he has in his hands. He sees me and smirks before placing the banana in his mouth and bobbing his head up and down it. He winks and walks closer.

Oh God.

He finally bit it and chewed. "Good morning Alina," he said with a mouthful.

"Good morning Justin," I replied.

"Do you want some of my banana?" He asked.

"No thanks I'm good," I replied.

"Are you sure? You seem like you need some," he said.

"Uh no," I replied looking away from him.

"Come into my office," he said as he walked away.

I stood up and walked over to his office. My first thought was that he was going to fυck my brains out. As I walked inside I closed the door behind me and walked closer to his desk. He was already typing something into his computer.

"Could you sign these papers for me? My signature is on the top one, try making it as similar as possible," he said throwing me a large pack of papers.

"Sure," I said.

"Then clean out my car," he said, "here's my keys."

He threw his keys at me and I barley caught then. Was I his personal assistant or something? It didn't say 'clean my car' in my job description.

"Anything else?" I sarcastically asked.

"Sure, while you're at it, take it to the car wash," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "If you want I can do your laundry too."

"Aww man, I just did my laundry but thanks for offering," he said.

I scoffed before picking up the papers he threw me then I walked away. I sat at my desk copying his signature onto a blank piece of paper until I got it to perfection. I started signing his contracts, which there were over fifty of them.

I finally finished and then walked out to his car to start cleaning it. It took me about twenty minutes to find his stupid car because he didn't bother to tell me what floor he left it on. As soon as I opened the door, a terrible smell came out. Gross, why are guys so disgusting? Does it really take that much to keep your damn car clean? There were empty Dorito bags everywhere, soda cans ranging from Coke to diet Pepsi, water bottles, napkins, an old McDonald's bag, a box of fries that still had fries in it, dirty clothes, shoes, socks, and an empty pizza box. Oh, and a box of condoms. I took my jacket off and tied my hair up before grabbing the McDonald bag and throwing all the napkins and fries in. I walked over to the trash can and threw the bag away. I pulled my shirt over my nose and got further inside collecting all the cans and bottles.

I was well into my lunch time when I finally finished. I grabbed a body spray from my car and sprayed it all over his car. It now smelled like sweet pea. I sat down and turned the car on. If I crash his car I am not paying shit and neither is my insurance.

I drove to the nearest car wash and got his stupid car cleaned. On my way back, I got an unexpected diversion.

As I crossed the street I heard sirens. I looked through the rearview mirror and found a police car flashing his sirens at me. God this can't be happening right now...

I pulled over as soon as I could and waited for the cop to come knocking on the window. I rolled the window down.

"Is this your car ma'am?"

Are you stupid? When you look up the license plate it will be under Justin's name. Do I look like a goddamn Justin to you?

"No sir, is there a particular reason you pulled me over," I said.

"License and registration," he said.

I sighed and dug in Justin's glove compartment looking for the registration. I pulled it out and handed it to the cop before digging in my purse for my license.

"Do you have permission to be driving this car?" He asked.

"Yes, my boss made me get it washed," I said.

He stared at me weirdly. "What's your boss's name?"

"Justin Bieber," I said.

"Okay, this is a sports car so be sure to not exceed the speed limit, have a nice day," he returned my things. I rolled the window up and rolled my eyes. Thanks a lot for wasting my lunch time that I already lost.

Ten minutes later I was back in the studio and in Justin's office. I threw him his keys, "Your car smelled like shit and it was so fυcking dirty that it took me over two fυcking hours to clean. Please keep your goddamn car clean it's not that fυcking difficult. I went to the fυcking car wash and on the way back I got pulled over by a goddamn cop that had nothing better to do. His stupid dumbass asked some stupid questions," I said then I mocked the cop, "Is this car yours? Like the fυck bitch no! When you looked up the license plate did you not see a Justin Bieber on there? Do I look like a fυcking Justin to you? Fυcking idiot, I'm done, here's your stupid contracts. Is there anything else you're going to make me do?"

"Lower your tone with me and don't throw shit at me," he said in a forceful tone.

"I'm pissed, if you haven't noticed."

"I don't care if you're pissed, I will fire you if you ever talk to me that way or if you throw shit at me again," he scolded.

"I don't care, fire me. It'll be your loss not mine. I can get another job but can you find someone who will fυck you as good as I do?" I asked.

"I-"

"Didn't think so," I said.

"Okay then you're fired," he said.

"Too late because I quit!" I yelled storming off. I grabbed my purse from my desk.

"Is everything okay?" Myra asked as I made my way towards the glass doors.

"It's fine!" I yelled before pushing the doors open and stomping my way to the parking lot. I got to my car and unlocked it. Right as I placed my hand on the door I was abruptly pushed into the door.

"You're not going anywhere," Justin whispered into my ear.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"Shh," he said bringing his hand to the front and sliding it under my shirt.

"Justin I'm mad at you right now," I said.

He went under my bra and gave my breast a tight squeeze. With his body he held me against the car then moved his other hand to the button of my jeans undoing it. His hand slid into my panties before his fingers reached my clιt. He slowly rubbed it making a soft whimper escape my lips. "Stop Justin."

"I know you want me to fυck you hard," he said.

"Please..." I whispered.

I felt him smirk against my neck as he rubbed my clιt faster. I felt myself on the verge of exploding at his touch but just as I was about to come, he slipped his hand out. He turned me around and pressed his lips hard against mine, sloppily shoving his tongue inside my mouth. Holy shιt was he hot. I ran my hands through his hair bringing him closer to me. His body was warm through his clothes and there's nothing I wanted more than for him to fυck me this instant. I kissed him back and our tongues massaged each other's. That slippery warm feeling of his against mine made me so hot for him. I couldn't wait, I needed him inside me. I ran my hands down his hard chest and abs before reaching his belt. As I started undoing his belt, he pulled away and turned me around moving me closer to the hood of the car.

"Do you want this hard cock inside that warm pυssy of yours?" I nodded. "I can't hear you," he said.

"Yes," I said.

He pushed me down onto the hood of my car making me rest on my elbows. He abruptly pulled down my jeans along with my underwear, "I'm going to fυck you right here on the hood of your car."

"Not here," I said, "we're in public."

I heard him undo his belt and then his zipper. Holy shιt, he really was going to fυck me here. A few seconds later I felt his bare cock pressing against my bare ass. "Spread your legs baby."

I did as I was told, spreading my legs for him. He rubbed my juices all over and suddenly rammed himself inside me. His hard cock instantly hit my g-spot making me moan out. "Fuck-shιt, oh my gosh, harder!"

He placed his hands on hips and pulled me closer to him as he thrusted. "Fυck yes," he moaned.

I slid up and down the hood of the car as he shoved his dιck further inside me. My pυssy throbbed as he thrusted harder inside me. This was the best feeling ever and I didn't give two fυcks that we were in public.

I felt his body lean over mine and then his lips move up my neck and behind my ear. "You like that?"

I nodded and moaned louder. He moaned in my ear before he sucked intensely at my neck. His hands traveled up my sides and to my breasts; he gave them tight squeezes as he thrusted faster.

"I'm gonna cυm," he said.

"Me too," I replied pushing back, further into him. Within a mere two seconds my whole body shook as my orgasm took over me, not more than a few seconds later he came letting a loud moan out that echoed through the parking structure.

He pulled out and I quickly pulled my underwear and jeans back up then I turned to look at him as he pushed his cock inside his boxers. He buttoned his jeans and zipped his zipper before looking at me.

"Am I still fired?" I asked.

"Well technically you quit," he said.

"Then can I get my job back?" I asked.

"Eh, sure. Why not?" He said.

"Okay thanks, I'm still mad at you by the way. Don't ever make me clean your shitty car," I said.

"Hey! My car is not shιtty! It's worth more than your shιtty Acura," he said.

"Ha-ha yeah whatever," I said rolling my eyes.

"Those goddamn eyes! Stop rolling them!" He yelled.

"I'm done with you, I'm going home," I said opening my door.

"Don't come back tomorrow with that fυcking attitude," he said.

"Oh I'll come back with something better than my attitude," I said as I started the car. I reversed out of the parking space and watched as he stood with a pissed off look on his face.

~~~

I pushed the glass doors and walked inside. My black heels clicked on the grey floors as I made my way to my desk. On my way Myra said good morning and I said good morning back.

Justin was putting some art up in the showroom and he turned towards me as he heard my heels and my voice. His mouth fell slightly open and I smirked to myself. I got to my desk and sat down.

Seconds later, Justin walked over to his door and stood in front of it looking towards me. "Come over here," he said.

"I have work to do," I said.

"I have your task list in my office," he said.

I hesitantly stood up and fixed my dress as I made my way to his office. His eyes traveled up and down my body as I approached him. We walked inside and of course he let me walk in first. I knew exactly why. I stood in front of his desk waiting for him to come over to his desk. I hear a click from the door closing and then another from the lock. Then I feel him behind me, "What are you wearing?"

"Clothes," I said.

He sucked his teeth and walked to the other side of his desk. "I have a photoshoot today. Would you like to help me?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied.

"Go home and take that little dress off," he said.

"Why?" I asked, "does my dress make you uncomfortable?"

"No but it's innaproptiate," he said.

"I think it's fine," I said looking down at my tight grey dress that ended a few inches below my ass.

He gave me another look from head to toe, "Are you trying to provoke me?"

"Nope, just had nothing else to wear. I need to do my laundry," I said twirling a piece of hear in between my fingers.

"The photoshoot will be in a few minutes," he said sitting down.

"Weren't you going to give me the task list?"

"There really isn't much for you to do," he said, "unless you want to bend over my desk... We have a few minutes."

"I think I'll pass," I said, turning around and walking away.

I sat at my desk tapping my fingertips on the desk, waiting for Justin to start getting everything ready for the photoshoot.

Ten minutes later he walked out and signaled me to follow him to the stairs. "After you," he said.

"Thank you," I said as I made my way up the stairs. I looked back and found him staring at my ass still at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you cυmming?" I said.

"What?" He asked looking up at me.

"I said are you coming?"

"Yeah," he said starting to climb up the stairs.

I purposely wore a thong today. As I climbed further up the stairs I knew that he would be able to see my everything.

I stood at the top of the stairs waiting for him to tell me where to go next. He led me to the right room.

"Can you make sure everything is plugged in while I bring the camera?" He asked.

"Sure," I answered. He left the room and came back with a camera in his hands. I checked everything and finished up by plugging in the lights that weren't plugged in.

The clients soon came inside and he greeted them then when straight to taking the pictures. I guess the pictures were for a clothing line since all of them had the same type of clothes. I sat in the corner with my legs crossed waiting for them to finish. I noticed that ever three to five minutes Justin would look over at me.

I stood up and walked over to one of the very attractive models. "You should tuck in your shirt more right here," I said as I pushed his shirt into the waistband of his pants.

The model looked down at me and smiled, "Thank you."

"No problem," I said.

After the photoshoot Justin told them, "So your pictures will get to you in about a week. You can leave your information with the young lady at the front desk, Myra. Do you have any questions?"

"Can we schedule our next photoshoot?" The designer asked.

I purposely knocked my notebook down making Justin look over at me. I looked up at him and uncrossed my legs opening them as wide as I could. His eyes grew wide before the sight of me. I bent over and picked up the notebook.

"Uh... Um... I- uh.... Yeah... M-Myra will um schedule it for you," he stammered.

I smiled to myself and watched as his clients left.

"What the fuck?" He yelled.

"What?" I asked.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"What you just did!"

"I don't know."

"Your legs!"

"What about them?"

"Keep them closed."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You dropped your notebook."

"Yeah. And then I picked it up," I said.

"Whatever," he said as he turned towards the light stand. He turned it off and looked back at me. "Could you help me with the photographs?" He asked.

I stood up and walked towards him.

"See you have to go through each one of them making sure that they aren't blurry. Most of them have two or three repeats. Out of those three pick one," he said.

"And you're trusting me with this?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yes why?"

I shrugged and bent over to look at the screen. I suddenly felt a hard slap on my ass.

"Why were you flirting with the models?" He asked.

"What?"

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You practically had your hand down his pants," he said placing his hand on my ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

"I can have my hand down whoever's pants I want," I said smacking his hand away.

He pulled my dress up and smacked my ass again, "You're being a very bad girl."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And what are you going to do about it?" I asked.

"I'm going to put you over my knee," he said, his voice ringing in my ears.

"Then what?"

"I'm going to spank you," he rubbed my ass up and down, "for being such a bad girl."

"Yeah?" I asked, "then what?"

"Yeah, then I'm going to throw you over that table over there," he pointed at the table where I was sitting a few minutes ago, "and I'm going to fυck the bad girl out of you."

"I don't think so," I said walking over to the light stand and picking it up. I walked over to the door.

He ran after me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to his body. "Oh you want to double your spanks?"

"Yes daddy," I said.

"Don't play with me," he said.

"I can feel your hard pressed up against me," I said.

"That's what happens when you wear these tight dresses and lace thongs," he said.

"I think we should get back to work," I sang.

He let go and I pulled down my dress so that it covered my ass then turned towards him. I looked down at the bulge on his crotch.

"Down boy," I said patting his crotch before opening the door and walking away.

I felt him following me, "Your work is to fυck me."

I smirked, "Maybe later."

I walked to the closet where I placed the light down and walked back towards the room. Justin followed like a lost little puppy. I walked inside the the room and when I looked back Justin had left.

I started choosing the photos and sorting them like he told me. I went downstairs and walked back to my desk. There was now a task list on my desk. I started reading:

1. Clean my office.
2. Finish rearranging showroom. Instructions are on my desk.

Clean his office? Fυck that shιt. I cleaned his office like less than three days ago. I walked to Justin's office and opened the door without knocking. He wasn't there. I grabbed the instructions from his desk and walked out to the showroom. Some of the artwork was still on the floor and all I had to do was hang up the art in the order Justin had left it.

It took me maybe twenty minutes to hang all the artwork up. I sat back at my desk waiting for lunch time to roll around. Justin came back in through the front then walked into his office. Not even a minute had passed when he poked his head out and furiously said, "Lina in my office now."

I internally threw a fit before rolling my eyes and walking into his office.

"Did you do everything on the list?"

"I'm not cleaning your office again," I said.

"I just need you to file all these papers away," he said.

"Fine," I said through my teeth. I stood at the front of his desk gathering the papers to carry them over to the filing cabinets.

Justin stood up and walked over to the side where I was standing. "Do you know how to file them?"

"No," I said.

"Contracts are at the top, next are letters, then there's art requests, and last is anything that doesn't belong in the top three," he said.

"Okay," I replied.

I started sorting the papers into four stacks while Justin watched. I was suddenly pushed down onto the papers. Justin's hand pushed my dress up and I instantly felt his hard against my ass.

"I'm going to spank you four times," he said holding me down on the desk.

"I swear if you spank me I will knee you in the nuts," I said.

"Oh I'm so scared," he said rubbing my ass.

"Let go of me," I said.

He let go but started running his fingers against my clιt. Suddenly someone knocked and Justin quickly backed away as I pulled my dress down. He walked back to his chair and sat down, "Come in."

I went back to organizing the papers and some guy walked up to Justin's desk.

"Well hello there, who is this?" He asked.

"This is Alina, Alina this is Ryan," he said.

I looked over and found a fυckboy-looking guy standing next to me holding his hand out. "Hi..." I said shaking his hand.

"It's very nice to meet you," he said.

"Why don't you go to lunch, I have to talk to Ryan. Privately," he said.

I rolled my eyes and carelessly dropped the papers that were in my hands, down on the desk. I spun on my heels and walked out, closing the door behind me. I stood in front of the door for a few seconds but I couldn't hear anything so I left for lunch, like he told me too. He better not yell at me for leaving.

As I made my way to my car I realized that I forgot my purse so I ran back to get it. As I walked by Justin's office I heard laughing. I was intruiged so I stood my the door listening in on their conversation.

"Well she's hot. You scored."

"I know. With that little dress that she's wearing... She has me going crazy," Justin said.

I smirked to myself and walked back out. I decided not to drive so instead I walked to a bakery.

After eating, I walked back to the studio. Justin was sitting at my desk on his phone.

"Hi there," he said once he heard my heels clicking.

"Hi," I responded.

"You can finish organizing the papers in my office," he said.

"May I ask why you're sitting at my desk?" I asked.

"Because I can," he snapped.

Attitude... Ew... I disregarded him and walked to his office where I continued to organize his papers. As I was filing the first attach away, I heard he door shut and the lock turn.

I felt Justin's hand intertwine with mine. He turned me around and harshly pressed his lips on mine. He pulled my hand to the front of his jeans where his zipper was already undone. He pushed my hand inside his jeans and into his boxers. At the feel of his member I quickly removed my hand, pushing him away.

"Come on baby, rub me," he said.

"Rub yourself," I snapped.

"That's no fun," he pouted.

"So there's these girls, on twelfth street. They are wearing thick fur coats and short hot pink dresses with transparent heels, they're called hookers. Go ask one of them to rub you," I said.

"Unsanitary."

I rolled my eyes, "I have work to do." I turned and filled the paper that I had in my hand.

He scoffed and sat down, "You're not leaving until you bend over and let me fυck you."

I hummed a song as I filled the papers. I could tell Justin was getting annoyed and frustrated but that was exactly what I was aiming for, him to be completely angry because he wouldn't get what he wants.

When I finished, an hour later, and turned towards him and he was typing away on his phone. I was done so I made my way over to the door, I turned back and said, "Have a good rest of your day. I'll see you tomorrow."

He had an angry look on his face as he looked up. That look that kids make when they don't get something they want. He didn't respond. I smiled and winked before leaving. Once I had all my belongings I left, walking over to my car in the parking structure.

Hi babes!

It's been a little over two months, I'm really sorry for that, I procrastinate way too much but here it is.

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