Let her even the score

You grin at Tiffany, recognizing her wounded pride. "My turn to finish," you say, guiding her hand between your legs. "Show me what a professional can do."

Tiffany's eyes narrow with competitive determination. "Watch and learn, amateur." Her fingers move with practiced precision, finding your most sensitive spots as she pushes you back against the photography backdrop. When her mouth replaces her fingers, you arch against her, grudgingly impressed by her skill.

"God, you're good," you admit between gasps as your climax builds rapidly.

"I know," she murmurs against your thigh before returning to her task with renewed vigor.

When you finally shatter under her expert touch, she rises with a satisfied smirk. "One-one. Next time counts for real."

Back in the conference room, the contract awaits. You sign with newfound confidence, while Tiffany initials her participation agreement for the breeding risk competition. Daniel beams like a man who's just struck gold.

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Three days later, you wake in your apartment bathroom, staring at an ovulation test showing two clear lines. Unlike your previous misreading, there's no ambiguity this time—you're at peak fertility.

"Perfect timing," you whisper, setting the test beside the camera already recording. BlackLight's medical verification required daily testing on camera, building anticipation for today's shoot.

Your phone buzzes with a text from Tiffany: "My test is positive too. Hope you're ready to lose, newbie."

You smile, typing back: "May the most fertile woman win."

In the shower, nervous excitement makes your hands tremble slightly. The rules Daniel finalized are simple but intense: you and Tiffany will compete in three rounds. Each round features different positions designed to maximize conception chances. The performers—four men each—will rotate between you based on viewer votes coming in live. Whoever receives the most creampies by the end becomes the "winner," while the "loser" must take three additional loads from the men who performed best.

The breeding risk is real this time—both you and Tiffany have signed waivers acknowledging the possibility of pregnancy. The genuine risk has created unprecedented buzz online.

As you dress in the innocent white sundress BlackLight's stylist delivered yesterday, you rehearse the talking points: "I'm ovulating today, and I'm going to take every load deeper than Tiffany can." The words send a forbidden thrill through you.

Your doorbell rings. It's Ramon, arriving to escort you to the studio. "Ready for your professional debut?" he asks, eyeing your outfit approvingly.

"Ready to win," you correct him, grabbing your bag and stepping into the hallway. "Is Tiffany already there?"

"Arrived an hour ago," Ramon confirms. "Said something about wanting home field advantage."

The competitive fire that's been building inside you all week flares hotter. Today, you'll prove you belong in this world—not as an amateur **** to save a job, but as a performer who can challenge the established stars at their own game.