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"And what job are you offering me?" I ask Alina, whose head was resting on my lap.

"Well, well .... You could help me complete my bucket list."

"But that's not a real job!"

"Know what? I'm supposed to be mad at you for that insult, but those multiple orgasms you triggered seems to be giving me such a calm feeling." She says as she unzips my fly and fumbles with my briefs.

"Maybe that would be my second job," I say, trying to compensate for what I had previously said.

"I'd pay you, ... per item in the list, and ... you'd get to fuck your boss occasionally. How's that for a job offer?" She says with a grin, as her hand pulls out my soft dick.

I think for a moment. "This bucket list of yours... It's that important?" I ask with interest.

"Of course. I actually gain a lot if I complete my list first." She says as gives me a slow hand job.

"Really?" I say, trying to ignore the effect of her fingers.

"It's a race between three of my girlfriends. We each put in some amount and whoever finishes first gets the whole amount, which is a six-digit figure." She reaches for a framed photo on the adjacent table and hands it to me. It shows four nude women, romping in a pool.

"So you all have the same list?" I ask, as I try to recognize each of the faces of the women. One appears to look very much like Doe, including the way she angles her butt at the camera. I dismiss it as some coincidence.

She nods, before licking my cockhead. "You're hard again.... And I almost forgot. You have to sign this," she says, getting to her feet and retrieving a form from a drawer. She hands it to me and resumes giving me head.

My signature would confirm that we were indeed strangers and that the act had really happened in an elevator. After signing at the bottom, I remark, "Anyone could just sign these forms and you could complete your list in no time."

She pauses her blowjob to say, "It's not as easy as that. Each item requires supplementary evidence. For this one, I'll have to get the CCTV feed in the elevator... and I have online access to that."

"What? You knew the whole time that it was recorded?"

She grins sheepishly. "Are you interested in the job or not?"

I ignore her question as my mind unconsciously worries about something else. If that woman in the photo was indeed Doe, the thought of her trying to find a stranger to fuck in an elevator was an affront to our relationship. On the other hand, I already did it to her girlfriend, so it would make us even. Or were we really even?

But the feeling of anger at Doe is overshadowed by a stronger feeling in my groin as Alina's head is vigorously moving up and down my hard cock. I feel close to cumming. Suddenly, she stops and grabs her phone from one of the pockets of her trench coat, which was strewn on the floor. "Here, take a video of me. I want you to cum on my face." She positions me so that I am lying on the sofa, and she is with her knees on the floor.

I set the phone to take a video, give her a thumbs up, and she resumes the blow job. In a few seconds, I am releasing spurts of cum. A couple land on her eyelids and on her face, but most of it in her mouth.

She puts on an exaggerated show of enjoying the taste of my cum as she licks my shrinking cock clean. After her final grin with cum still in her tongue, I stop the video. Immediately, she rushes to the sink and throws up. After drinking a glass of water she says, "I really couldn't stand the taste of cum, but if we do this often, maybe I'll get used to it." As she glances at the mirror, she shouts, "Yey! Another one."

I zip my fly and glance at her with amusement.

She grabs a couple of forms from the drawer, and after examining each one, hands me one. "Here, for the blowjob! Please sign again."

"What? You've got to be kidding."

"Yes, that's for 'have cum ejaculated on your face and mess your makeup' and look what you did," she says beaming. She reviews the video I had taken and pauses it at the exact frame when the spurt to the eyelids dissolves some eyeshadow.

"So, cum-swallowing isn't part of the list?"

She shakes her head. "It's something I personally want to learn."

"It appears that you have been taking advantage of my presence. That's already two items and I haven't yet been paid," I say with a grin.

She fakes a hurt look and pulls out a couple of bills from another drawer. "So, do we have a deal?"