The Scene Stealer

The crystal of my wine glass caught the low amber light as I leaned back into the velvet couch, silk robe barely tied, skin warm from a bath. The city pulsed its usual midnight heartbeat — lights flickering like restless eyes, always watching, never sleeping. I was already winding down when my phone lit up. Tanya.

Her name alone meant one thing: work. Not the tedious, bureaucratic kind. Tanya only called when it was…special. And she didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

I swiped to answer.

“Cheryl,” she purred. That voice — always smooth, always just a hair away from command. “You’re not booked tomorrow night, right?”

“Not yet,” I replied, drawing a lazy finger around the rim of the glass. “Why, am I about to be?”

She chuckled low. “Depends. I’ve got a group request. A private event. Very exclusive, high rollers. They're... particular.”

I smiled. “Aren’t they always?”

“This one’s different,” Tanya said, and something in her tone shifted — darker, more intimate. “They want a full re-enactment. You remember Nici Sterling, right?”

My eyebrow arched. “Of course I do. She was practically legend in stilettos.”

“They want the scene,” Tanya said. “That scene. Five men. All of them want a turn. Every part of you, every angle. Full access. Full use. They want you the way she was — overwhelmed, drenched, filled. No pretending.”

The air stilled for a beat. I could almost feel Tanya watching me through the line, waiting.

I stood slowly, letting the silk slip higher up my thighs, thinking. There was something oddly ceremonial about moments like this — the proposition of being transformed from a woman into an object of absolute desire. No pretense. No boundaries. Just… surrender, sculpted like art.

“They want to coat me, don’t they?” I asked, voice low.

“Oh yes,” Tanya said, a subtle hum of satisfaction in her voice. “Every inch of you. And they’re not shy. They want to see you taken, owned. Like it’s a ritual. One of them specifically requested eye contact, said he wants to see the moment you give in.”

I bit my lip.

“They’re paying?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

Tanya laughed softly. “Enough to cover your next vacation and the shoes you’ve been stalking online.”

Of course she knew about the shoes.

“What’s the setup?” I asked, already imagining the scene. The room. The feeling.

“A penthouse suite, top floor. Discretion is locked down tight. No cameras, no phones, just controlled chaos. They’ve arranged everything — lighting, music, furniture. It’s choreographed. They’ve watched the scene a hundred times. They want it perfect.”

A pause. Then Tanya added, “They picked you, Cheryl. Out of everyone. Said you had the look, the elegance... and the eyes. They want to ruin something beautiful.”

I exhaled slowly, letting the idea settle over me like a dark silk sheet.

“And what do you think?” I asked her, curious. Tanya had seen everything, and her approval was rare currency.

“I think,” she said carefully, “if anyone can take it — truly take it — and make them remember it for the rest of their lives… it’s you.”

I smiled, slow and indulgent. That was more than a compliment from Tanya. That was trust.

“When?”

“Tomorrow night. They’ll have a car for you at nine. Dress code is simple: heels, collar, nothing else.”

Of course it was.

“I’ll be ready,” I said.

“I knew you would.” Tanya paused. “One more thing — they asked for your eyes to be uncovered. No blindfold. They want to see everything in them.”

The line clicked dead.

I stared out at the city again, glass still untouched in my hand. Somewhere down there, five strangers were waiting for a fantasy. And somewhere in me, something stirred — not fear, not dread.

Hunger.

The morning passed like a whisper, a delicate prelude to something deeper, darker. I stayed in bed longer than usual, limbs draped across silk sheets, the faint scent of last night’s bath clinging to my skin like a ghost. I didn’t want to rush today — this wasn’t just another booking. It was a performance, a ceremony. And every moment leading to it mattered.

I rose with the sun still soft against my windows, stretching slow and feline. My toes curled into the carpet, and I let myself linger in the mirror longer than usual. I studied my body with the same detachment a sculptor might regard marble. Every line, every curve — the assets I’d honed, maintained, refined.

This body had been admired, worshipped, even envied. Tonight, it would be used.

I lit a vanilla-sandalwood candle and padded barefoot to the bathroom, where the tub was already filling, hot and perfumed. I poured in a measure of oil — jasmine and clove — watching the surface shimmer like molten gold. Slipping in was like being swallowed by warmth.

My mind wandered to the scene. Five men, faceless still, though I could already imagine the type. Tanya had said stockbrokers — that breed of men who spent their days in glass towers, commanding the world with keystrokes and cold eyes. Men who made money like they made demands: fast, ruthless, relentless.

And now they wanted me.

I stayed in the water until the mirror fogged completely, then shaved with care — every inch. Arms, legs, underarms, the full ritual. I dried myself with plush towels, then rubbed lotion into my skin, slow and thorough. My scent would matter. My softness would matter.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe and selected black lace lingerie — not for them, but for me. It wouldn’t last long, but I needed the ritual of putting it on. A whisper of defiance before surrender.

I fastened the garter belt and slid sheer stockings up my legs, securing them with a practiced snap. Then came the heels — tall, black, and razor-edged. Weapons disguised as elegance.

Finally, the collar.

It was leather, narrow and sleek, a deep oxblood red. Subtle. Expensive. There was no leash. They hadn’t requested one.

When I stood before the mirror, I didn’t see a woman. I saw bait. Polished, prepared, waiting.

A text came from Tanya.

“Car’s downstairs. Suite 74 at the Virelli. Private elevator. They’re waiting.”

I slipped into a black coat, long enough to hide everything, and stepped into the night.

The Virelli was understated luxury. Not flashy — quietly powerful. The kind of place where rich men didn’t flaunt wealth, they wore it like a second skin. The doorman said nothing as I passed, only nodded once, eyes cool.

I stepped out of the luxurious elevator and into the penthouse suite, my designer heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The sound of murmured conversations and the soft hum of a jazz band playing in the background enveloped me, along with the scent of fine scotch and expensive perfume wafting through the air. As I made my way towards the main area, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the group of men gathered around the bar. They were all dressed in tailored suits, their faces a picture of wealth and power.

Five stockbrokers, each one more handsome than the last, had booked me for the evening - to recreate the infamous scene from Star Bangers 8 featuring Nici Sterling. My gaze landed on the first man, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine as he raised his glass in greeting. "Cheryl, darling," he said, his voice low and smooth. I **** a smile onto my face, trying to appear nonchalant despite the flutter in my chest. The second man, a tall, dark-haired individual with a chiseled jawline, smiled warmly at me as I approached. "We've been waiting for you," he said, his eyes roving over me like I was an object on display.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as their gazes lingered on me. The third man, a blonde-haired broker with a charming smile, caught my eye and raised an eyebrow. He was sipping a glass of champagne, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a flutter in my chest at the way he was looking at me. The fourth man, a suave-looking individual with a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes, stood by the window, gazing out at the city skyline. As he turned to face me, his eyes narrowed slightly as if assessing me.

And then there was the fifth broker, a brooding figure with rugged good looks and an air of mystery surrounding him. He stood off to one side, observing me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. As I took in the group of men, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease mixed with excitement. This was going to be a long night - a night where they would all want to use me and cum all over my body, recreating the infamous scene from Star Bangers 8.

"Good evening, gentlemen," I said, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in my stomach. "I trust you're all doing well?"

They smiled, their eyes locking onto mine as they awaited my response. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead. I had done this countless times before, but there was something about this particular booking that felt different.

With a subtle smile, I began to make my way towards the group, my heels clicking out a rhythmic beat on the marble floor. As I reached the bar, they parted to let me through, their eyes never leaving mine. "Shall we get started?" one of them asked, his voice low and suggestive.

I **** another smile onto my face, trying to appear nonchalant despite the anticipation building up inside me. "I'm ready when you are," I said, my voice dripping with seduction, but not quite convincing enough. The men chuckled, their eyes glinting with excitement as they began to circle around me, their intentions clear. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this was just the beginning of a wild and unforgettable ride.

I lay on the small stool-like furniture, its surface cold against my skin. I was fully naked, my body exposed for the men to see and use as they pleased. The air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation, the tension palpable. The first man, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, began by parting my legs and inserting a finger into me. I felt him probing deeper, searching out my G-spot. His movements were gentle at first, but quickly became more insistent as he sought to drive me wild.

As he worked his magic on me, the second man took his turn. He bent down and sucked one of my nipples, his tongue tracing a path around its edge before biting it gently. I felt a jolt of pleasure run through me at the sensation. The third man stood over us, his eyes never leaving mine as he stroked his cock with a slow, deliberate motion. His gaze was hot, his desire plain to see. Meanwhile, the fourth man had slipped behind me and inserted two fingers into my anus, teasing out a mixture of pleasure and pain. I felt myself responding to their touch, my body beginning to surrender to their demands.

The fifth man stood back, observing us with an intensity that made my skin prickle. His eyes locked onto mine, and I knew he was waiting for his turn. As the first man continued to finger me, the second man took a step back and began to stroke himself once more. He moved closer to me, and without warning, he inserted his cock into me, joining the first man's fingers in my pussy .I felt myself being double penetrated, the sensations overwhelming as they both moved inside me in tandem. The third man stepped forward, his eyes burning with desire, and I knew it was his turn next.

He knelt between us, his cock aimed at my face, and I parted my lips to take him in. His taste exploded on my tongue as he began to move in and out of me, his hips flexing against mine. The fourth man continued to work my anus with his fingers, while the first and second men continued their slow dance inside me. The fifth man stood back, observing us once more, his eyes never leaving mine as he stroked himself slowly.

I felt myself becoming lost in a world of pleasure and pain, my body surrendering to their demands. I sucked all five cocks, one after another, each taste unique and exhilarating. The men took turns using me, each one working me over with a mixture of gentleness and ferocity. They used every hole, taking turns to probe and explore my body with an intensity that was both thrilling and terrifying. As the night wore on, I felt myself becoming lost in a world of pure sensation. My body was no longer mine, but theirs, subject to their whims and desires. And yet, despite the overwhelming sensations, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead.

The men's movements slowed, their breathing growing more labored as they neared their climax. But still they held back, refusing to give in to their desires just yet. I knew it would only be a matter of time before one of them finally lost control and gave in to his urges. But for now, we were stuck in this state of suspended pleasure, our bodies locked together in a dance of desire and restraint.

As I lay on the small stool-like furniture, my body still throbbing from the double penetration earlier, the men began to take turns fucking me. Each one would enter me slowly, their cocks sliding into my pussy with a soft, wet sound. The first man, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, took his turn first. He grasped my hips and pulled me towards him, his cock thrusting deep inside me as he began to move in and out of my body. I felt myself being stretched to the limit, my pussy walls contracting around him as he fucked me hard. As he reached his climax, he pulled out slowly, his cock leaving my body with a soft sucking sound. He stood back for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion, before grasping his cock in one hand , leaning towards my face and began spraying cum all over my face. The warm spunk landed on my cheeks and nose, dripping down onto my chin as I gazed up at him.

"Get ready," he growled, before turning to the next man in line. The second man stepped forward, his dark-haired body towering over mine. He grasped my hips once more, pulling me towards him as he thrust his cock deep into my body. His movements were slower and more deliberate than the first man's, but just as intense. As he reached his climax, he too pulled out , stood back for a moment, his eyes burning with desire, before grasping his cock in one hand and spraying his spunk all over my breasts. The thick streams landed on my nipples, dripping down onto my stomach as I gazed up at him.

"Your turn," he growled, before stepping aside to let the third man take his turn. The third man, his blonde-haired body gleaming with sweat, grasped my hips, pushed my legs back for deeper access to my fuckhole and pulled me towards him. He thrust his cock deep into me, his movements rapid and intense as hammered my hole. As he reached his climax, he too pulled , again stood back for a moment, grasping his cock , leaning forward and spraying thick hot streams of spunk all over my face once more. The spunk landed across my face, and forehead.

"Next," he growled, before stepping aside to let the fourth man take his turn. The fourth man, his green-eyed body gleaming with sweat, Thrust his cock deep into my body, he began to groan heavily as he was near cumming ,he pulled out, leaned forward and began spraying spunk all over my breasts. My body and face were quite a sticky mess now.

"Almost there," he growled, before stepping aside to let the fifth man take his turn. The fifth man, had waited patiently for his turn, pushed my legs up, my pussy gleaming and dripping from the use it had from these men, he slid easily. Both of us groaned as I felt him impale me. He began to fuck the life out of me, horny from watching the other guys have their use of me. He pulled out, leaned right in front of my face and I opened my mouth and then thick streams of nut juice began to coat my face, some in my mouth, but mostly on my face and tits

As I lay on the stool, exhausted but exhilarated from the intense session with the five men, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. We had recreated the final scene from Star Bangers 8 exactly as they had requested.

The first man spoke up, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Cheryl. You've exceeded our expectations in every way."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "It was my pleasure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the thrill that still coursed through me.

The second man nodded in agreement. "You're truly a professional, Cheryl. We couldn't have asked for more."

As they spoke, I began to clean up, gently wiping away the sticky fluids from their cocks and my face and breasts. It was a delicate process, but one that I had done many times before.

The third man stood back, watching me with an intensity that made me shiver. "You're beautiful when you're dirty," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

I blushed, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. "Thank you," I said, trying to sound coy despite the thrill that still coursed through me.

The fourth man stepped forward, his green eyes locked onto mine. "We'll make sure to send you a generous payment for your services tonight," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards them. "Thank you," I said, trying to sound sincere despite the fact that I had already been paid handsomely for my services.

The fifth man spoke up, his brooding body towering over me as he gazed down at me. "We'll never forget this night, Cheryl," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

I smiled, As they continued to talk and thank me for my services, they were all extremely grateful. I stood up, stretching my body and trying to shake off the lingering feelings of excitement and adrenaline that still coursed through me. I put on my coat and headed back home, I walked back into my home, still feeling the afterglow of the intense session with the five men. As I hung up my coat and kicked off my heels, my phone rang, breaking the silence.

I picked it up, expecting it to be one of my regular clients calling to book another appointment. But as I listened to Tanya's voice on the other end of the line, I knew that this was something different.

"Hey, Cheryl," Tanya said, her voice filled with excitement. "How did tonight go?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. "It went great," I said. "They were all very grateful and thanked me again and again for my services."

Tanya laughed on the other end of the line. "That's what we like to hear," she said. "And it seems they were more than just grateful - they were extremely generous as well."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"There was a $10,000 additional fee," Tanya said, her voice filled with awe. "That's not just any tip, Cheryl. That's a testament to your exceptional service and your ability to deliver exactly what they wanted."

I couldn't believe it. A $10,000 tip?

"That's amazing," I said, trying to sound calm despite the excitement that coursed through me. "Thank you so much for letting me know, Tanya."

Tanya laughed on the other end of the line. "You deserve it, Cheryl," she said. "You've proven yourself to be one of our top escorts, and we're all very proud of you."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. I had done well tonight, and it seemed that everyone involved knew it. As we chatted for a few more minutes, Tanya filled me in on the details of the feedback from last night's booking. It seemed that not only were they extremely grateful, but they also had some very specific praise for my performance.

"They said you exceeded their expectations in every way," Tanya said, her voice filled with pride. "They loved your enthusiasm and your ability to get into character. And of course, the final scene was exactly what they wanted - a true recreation of the Star Bangers 8 finale."

I blushed at the praise, feeling my face heat up despite the fact that I was alone in the room. "Thank you again for letting me know," I said, trying to sound humble despite the excitement that coursed through me. "I'm glad they were happy with their experience."

As we hung up the phone a few minutes later, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. Last night's booking had been a huge success, and it seemed that everyone involved knew it. I walked over to my computer to check my email and see if there were any new messages from potential clients, I couldn't help but wonder what other adventures lay ahead for me.