The interview continues as Lacy gets eaten out.

"So you still aren't interested in nude modeling?" Jack asked.

Lacy was spending all her effort on staying standing. Nancy had her tongue rocking against Lacy's clit, and her face was so deep between her ass cheeks that her nose was rubbing up against Lacy's asshole. It was a sensation she had never felt before. The feeling was so overpowering that Lacy couldn't process Jack's words as a real sentence for over fifteen seconds.

"I'm not a nude model," she groaned.

"You'd be good at it, though. You ever get fucked in public?"

"Sometimes." Nancy's head jerked, and it made Lacy's entire body shake. The 'intimacy coordinator' had her arms wrapped around Lacy's entire body, pulling her closer and deeper into her embrace.

"Like where? Cars, parties?"

"Bathrooms," she said in a high pitched voice. "My ex wanted to fuck me in the bathroom everywhere we went."

"You like that?"

"I liked that he liked it."

"People-pleaser, huh?"

This part, she didn't tell anyone. It was one of the secrets even her girlfriends didn't know. "I would do anything to make people happy."

Jack leaned forward and smiled up at Lacy. Her face was shiny with sweat and her blue eyes were wide as saucers. "Sounds like you've come to the right industry."