The Doctor

A/N: Fucking a businesswoman CEO in her own conference room transcends genre...

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… What's a little risk, right? The room is secured and the fact that they're about to do this in the heart of the SDC only makes it hotter in the end. Chuckling softly, Jaune lets Willow's hands reach his crotch. He lets her extract his cock from its confines and begin stroking it up and down. The Schnee Matriarch bites her lower lip as she gives him a handjob right then and there in the middle of the conference room.

Still dressed in her impeccable silver suit jacket and skirt combo, with that white blouse of hers underneath, she looks both incredibly business-like… and imminently fuckable. Though admittedly, that last one might be because Jaune is a bit of a pervert. Then again… so is Willow.

"… Is that what you want me to do to you, Mrs. Schnee? Bend you over the conference table and fuck you silly as you fantasize about all of your company's executives watching me pound into you with all my might?"

Willow pants harder at every word that drops from his lips. Jaune's smile grows as she nods her head enthusiastically, almost frantically really. But in turn… Jaune shakes his head, refusing her.

"But what about what I want, Mrs. Schnee?"

That brings her up short. She clearly doesn't understand. Is he rejecting her? Obviously not, but she might not fully recognize that. Jaune endeavors to show her that he's not rejecting her through action alongside word. Reaching up, his grab her suit jacket… and yank. With a popping sound, the single button that holds the jacket together goes flying off as she gasps from his forcefulness.

Jaune helps her out of the jacket, enjoying how her shoulders move to get it off of her for his benefit. Then, he tosses the garment aside, discarding it. His hands go to her chest next and Willow moans as he grabs her tits right through her blouse, right through her bra. He gropes and squeezes her breasts and she squirms and wiggles in his grasp as he looks her right in the eye.

"What if I want to fuck you my way, hm? What if I want to take you in a way that lets you KNOW that you're mine?"

Willow's breathing hitches and she stares right back at him, her lips slightly parted as she pants heavily. Not waiting for a response, Jaune reaches up to the buttons on her blouse. Unlike with her suit jacket, he's more careful with these. Oh, don't get him wrong… he's very, VERY tempted to go ahead and rip Willow's blouse to shreds, sending buttons flying everywhere.

The problem is, they still have to leave this room when all is said and done. And as tempting as it might be to have Willow walk through the SDC's Headquarters naked and dripping with his cum, it would also be disastrous. Alas, being responsible was just no fun sometimes.

That doesn't mean he can't make even the unbuttoning of her blouse sexy though. As he undoes each button, he looks Willow right in the eye, practically daring her to stop him. One by one, the buttons on her blouse are deftly popped free… and Willow stays right where she is, almost frozen in place. Finally, her blouse comes off, leaving her in just her bra and her silver pencil skirt. The consummate businesswoman, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world… practically laid bare before him.

"Well?"

Jaune's one word query is enough to force Willow to finally answer him. Shivering, she nods her head rapidly.

"W-Whatever you want… t-take me however you like."

Heh, that's what he likes to hear. As enjoyable as fucking Willow bent over the table would have been, Jaune wants something a bit more intimate than even that. And so, reaching down, he grabs the Schnee Matriarch by her hips… and gracefully lifts her up onto the table behind her. She's incredibly easy for someone of his strength to manhandle, and with the proper hold, he's able to gently lay her down. Then, he grabs her legs and lifts them up into the air, draping them over his shoulders as his cock, rock hard from all of her fondling, slaps down onto her crotch.

The pencil skirt hikes up easily, revealing the thong Willow chose to wear to today's meeting. Honestly, she was probably tempted to wear nothing at all if this was what she was hoping might happen… but no, the SDC's new CEO hadn't gone THAT far. She hadn't gone commando. That said… there was nothing saying she couldn't go commando for the rest of the day…

Reaching down, Jaune grabs the silvery, lacy thong in one hand and rips it off of her, causing her hips to buck and her eyes to widen as he tears the sexy, seductive undergarments away. Showing them to her, he balls them up into a fist and gives the blushing, half-naked CEO a grin.

"You won't be needing these anymore, Mrs. Schnee."

Blushing even harder, Willow just nods her head.

"I-If you say so, sir… you are in c-charge of my safety after all."

Heh, cute. Yes, Jaune was officially Willow Schnee's bodyguard. He was in charge of keeping her safe, especially with the 'White Fang' killing her husband. No one could question Willow hiring more 'security', not when the old security had let Jacques be assassinated in their own home. Never mind that it was Willow who'd actually done the deed…

Stuffing her torn panties into his pocket, Jaune grins wickedly as he places the head of his cock directly against Willow's sopping wet slit. Deciding to lean into it a little bit, Jaune slams forward into Willow's cunt, making her let out a wanton moan. Then he leans forward, looking her in the eye still.

"Damn straight I am, Mrs. Schnee. And as your head of security, I say that you need a good, hard dicking to make sure you're properly safe, especially after acing such a high stakes meeting like you did."

The surprise compliment clearly catches her off guard even more than the sudden penetration. Willow is already blushing about as deeply as a woman can blush, but she does also avert her eyes at his praise, causing Jaune to chuckle as he begins fucking into her. With her legs draped over his shoulders and her toes curling behind him, Jaune pounds Willow Schnee on her back on the conference table.

Mere minutes ago, this room was filled with 'powerful', self-important executives and blowhards. People who thought they mattered. Who thought they were 'valuable'. And to be fair, Jaune didn't know anything about businesses like the Schnee Dust Company. Maybe they WERE valuable in some sort of way. But… not to him. He didn't even know their names… and he never would.

Of everyone in the room, only one of them mattered to Jaune. And she was right in front of him, on her back staring up into his eyes as he fucks her so hard that he has to hold her legs to keep her in place. Even with her bra still containing them, her tits bounce and jiggle with every pistoning motion of his prick. Plowing her like this is better than fucking her bent over, because he gets to see ALL of her as he fucks her silly.

Though… after a moment, Jaune does reach forward and grab her bra, ripping that off of her body as well. He's definitely playing with fire there… but it'll be fine. She still has a blouse to put back on afterwards, right? And besides, the moment he's done so he can't bring himself to regret it. Not when Willow's tits come bouncing free, looking as pale and lovely as ever.

Reaching around her legs, Jaune grabs her tits with one hand, groping one and then the other as Willow moans all the louder. His cock continues to piston in and out of her gushing quim and he stretches her with every last inch of his girthy rod. In response, Willow cums for him. She cums and cums, happily submitting to his rough treatment as they stare into one another's eyes.

"P-Please… inside… I want it inside…"

Well, he'd already creampied her more times than he could count the other night… so what's one more, right? With a grunt, Jaune picks up his pace. He could honestly go for even longer than this, but admittedly they are on something of a time crunch. Nothing too major, but they can't spend the next several hours in this room fucking like they had in Willow's bed the other night. It wouldn't be… heh, very productive.

And so with a growl, Jaune lets himself go, letting loose inside of the Schnee Matriarch. He fills the naked nearly naked CEO up with his seed, only her silver pencil skirt left and even that's doing nothing but acting as a particularly thick belt, bunched up around her waist as it currently is. He groans as he fills her, and Willow moans as she feels herself being filled.

Then, it's over. He pulls out and they set about getting 'appropriate' again. Of course, with her torn bra and panties stuffed into his pockets and her suit jacket damaged, Willow has to walk out of the conference room with her jacket over one shoulder… and her rock hard nipples poking out of her white blouse just a teeny, tiny bit. As well, she walks out with his seed seeping out of her cunt, just beginning to leak down her inner thigh.

… But she does so with such grace, poise, and confidence that you wouldn't think she'd just been fucked senseless on her back by her head of security. No, Willow Schnee walks through the halls of the SDC's Headquarters with her head held high and a look of effortless superiority on her face. Whether it's a façade or whether she truly does believe herself to be better than everyone else that isn't the two of them, Jaune can't even say for certain.

But one thing is for sure… she looks damn sexy doing it.

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To say Pietro Polendina had been having a rough go of things would be an understatement. The dark-skinned Atlesian scientist wished he could say life was going swimmingly, but that would be a flat-out lie. The truth was… life was not going swimmingly. Not for him. Not since this damnable war started.

Pietro was a patriot, don't get him wrong. Not only did he love Atlas, but he also BELIEVED in Atlas. It was why he had been happy to let his creation and daughter, Penny Polendina, work for General Ironwood all these years. Creating Penny had been the best thing he'd ever done, hands down… and if she could be used to protect Atlas from the Grimm and those who would do it harm, then good.

Except then the Grimm had vanished. And suddenly, Atlas' only enemies were other humans. Now in all fairness, Pietro fully believed that Mistral had started this fight. Maybe they weren't the ones to outright declare war, but they'd certainly provoked it. The Grimm had disappeared practically overnight, opening up a whole new world of possibilities, quite literally. And yet, what did the people over in Mistral decide to do? Rather than focusing their attention on settling lands that had long been infested by the Grimm, they'd started making preparations to invade the other Kingdoms.

Ultimately, Atlas and Vale had had no choice. Pietro still firmly believed that. However… while the patriot in him wanted to support Atlas, the father in him had become… weary, for lack of a better word.

Penny was gone. Missing. Oh, Ironwood might say otherwise, that she was on a top secret mission for the General that Pietro didn't have the clearance to know about. But Pietro knew better. Especially because Penny's trackers, even the ones that the General didn't know about, had all been disabled. Which meant only one thing, more than likely. His creation… his child was dead.

And yet, Pietro couldn't even properly mourn. Because not only did General Ironwood continue to insist that Penny was perfectly fine and just away on a very long-term mission, but the man also wouldn't leave Pietro alone. His pharmacy where he fitted civilians and hunters with prosthetics of all types had been closed since the war started, and Pietro himself had been conscripted into providing his services to the Atlesian Military for as long as they were necessary.

This in and of itself was not so terrible given the aforementioned patriotism. And Pietro was all too happy to supply young soldiers with new arms or legs. After all, they didn't deserve to be crippled for the rest of their lives. None of them did.

But… this latest order was a bit beyond the pale. Pietro had heard, just like everyone else in Atlas at this point, that Jacques Schnee himself had been assassinated by White Fang Insurgents. However, he'd also heard, due to his circumstances, information that NOT everyone else in Atlas was privy to. Like for instance, that Willow Schnee had taken over as CEO immediately after her husband's death and prioritized pulling the SDC out of Atlas' war above all else.

How did Pietro know this to be an absolute fact? Well, because he was apparently the peace offering that General Ironwood had decided would keep Willow Schnee and her new version of the SDC onboard. Apparently, he was the sacrificial lamb that would keep the SDC from breaking all of their contracts with the Atlesian Military… something that the company, which had been INCREDIBLY enriched by the disappearance of the Grimm, was apparently fully prepared to do.

"Right this way, Dr. Polendina. Your laboratory is right through here."

And so Pietro found himself in the depths of the SDC building, following along behind Willow Schnee herself. Why the new CEO was the one escorting him, Pietro didn't fully know. But then, he also didn't know why the SDC wanted him so badly. He had only ever really dabbled when it came to Dust, so really… it didn't quite make sense.

"Of course, Mrs. Schnee. Though I have to wonder… what exactly do you want me working on? Nobody has been able to tell me so far."

As his four-legged chair follows after her, Willow looks back over her shoulder and tilts her head to the side.

"Why, Applications for Dust in Atlesian Robotics, of course."

"Yes, yes… that's what the line is. But that doesn't really TELL me anything. It's… it's gobbledygook!"

Willow just smiles mysteriously at that… and then steps into another room, forcing Pietro to follow her. To his surprise, the laboratory she leads him into IS well-equipped. State of the Art in fact. Even where the Atlesian Military had him working wasn't as good as this. However, he doesn't see much to do with Dust anymore. In fact, this place looks like it was purely made with robotics in mind…

Before Pietro can comment on that, however, he finds himself confronted by the room's sole occupant before he and Mrs. Schnee entered. A blond, blue-eyed young man in a suit steps forward and pierces Pietro clean through with his gaze.

"Hello Dr. Polendina."