You take back the offer letter without her noticing

As she cleaned herself up wiping the mess from her face and chest with tissues from your desk, pulling her jeans back into place with shaky fingers you reached down without a word and slid the signed contract out from under a scattered stack of headshots. She never noticed. The paper vanished into the side drawer of your desk, right next to the others. That little piece of paper was leverage. As long as it stayed in your possession, she would keep coming back whenever you called, desperate to make the deal “official.” You could squeeze a lot more out of her before you ever handed it over.

She finished straightening her clothes, smoothed her hair as best she could, and gave you one last look—half challenge, half something softer. You waved her off with a lazy smile.

“No need for dinner tonight,” you said. “You’ve already got everything you need. My assistant will be in touch.”

She nodded, still a little dazed, and slipped out the door. You watched her walk past Nicole’s desk with your cum still faintly drying on her skin and felt a deep, satisfied calm settle in your chest.

The final appointment of the day was the Hispanic girl from the diversity stack. She came in polite, nervous, and completely unprepared for how the game was actually played. You ran through the usual questions, let her do a few line reads, then told her straight that she wasn’t right for the lead. She took the news with quiet disappointment, thanked you for your time, and left without ever offering anything extra. No lingering looks, no desperate hints, nothing. You showed her the door without a second thought. Some of them just never figured it out.

After that, the rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of emails, phone calls, and notes for the director. You ranked Jane as a possible supporting role, marked Britney as the clear frontrunner, and filed the third girl under “not a fit.” By the time the office started emptying out, the sun was already low over the lot.

You shut down your computer, locked the drawer with the contracts, and stood up, stretching the stiffness out of your shoulders. Another long day done. You grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair and headed for the door, already thinking about the short drive home and whatever the night might still have in store.