Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah swallows Mr. Bill's cum with gusto. (Luck:-20, Silence: +25%)

Leah hesitated only a fraction of a second. But she wanted this to be over so, so badly. There was a humiliating logic in taking it all the way: if she sold the performance, maybe he’d be satisfied, maybe he’d stop wanting more, maybe he wouldn’t press the blackmail any further. Maybe.

She forced herself to meet his gaze, made her eyes go wide and shining like she’d seen in hundreds of porn clips, and took all of him as deep as she could manage. The head of his cock jabbed at the back of her throat, and she felt the familiar, nauseating clench of her body’s reflex. She shut her eyes tight, hiked her shoulders, and anchored her left hand on his thighs for leverage.

“Yeah, that’s it, Miss Leah, take it all, you nasty little thang,” he groaned, his accent deepening and his voice vibrating with a sort of awed pleasure. “Go on, show me what white gal can do.”

She didn’t have to wait long. The first burst was so sudden that she nearly pulled off, but she had no choice but to gulp down the briny, thick jets that flooded her mouth. She kept stroking him and sucking him.

It was like a punch to the palate—hot, salty, bitter, spiked with the funk of the man’s diet and habits. She swallowed as quickly as possible, desperate not to dribble or choke. She kept on sucking, working every last drop out of him with her mouth and hand, until the twitching subsided and he slumped back in his chair.

“Damn, girl. You got a throat made to order. Thought you was gonna pull my soul out through my dick.” There was something almost reverent in his tone; he actually sounded grateful, as if she’d done him a life-changing favor.

Leah stayed on her knees for a moment, the taste still burning in her mouth, before she finally wiped her lips with the back of her hand and looked up at him. She forced a half-smile, swallowed again, and said, “Glad I could help.”

“You keep usin yo’ mouth like that, sugar, and I’ll sho’ lord keep mines shut.”

Leah waited for the thank-you to fade from her ears before gathering her purse, smoothing her skirt, and heading for the door. She didn’t look back, but she could feel his eyes on her ass all the way down the hall.