The next day.

*Mike awoke to the gentle rustling of sheets as Blake stirred beside him. A muffled ringtone emanated from the nightstand, where her phone lay charging. Curious, Mike picked it up, noticing a text from an unfamiliar number - 'Indica'.*

*"Hey babe, Indica called. Apparently, her new hubby wants to set up a foursome with us tonight," *Blake said, stretching languidly and yawning. Mike's brow furrowed in confusion as he handed her the phone.*

*"I don't know, Blake. This whole thing feels really weird," *he ventured hesitantly. Blake's expression darkened, her eyes flashing with irritation.*

*"Oh, come on! It'll be fun," *she retorted dismissively, tossing the phone aside. "Besides, Indica's always been a wild card.*

*"And if you're not interested, then maybe you're not the man I thought you were," *Blake snapped, her words cutting deep. Mike winced, feeling a pang of hurt and inadequacy. He hated conflict, especially when it revolved around his perceived shortcomings.*

*Before he could respond, Blake had grabbed her purse and stormed out of the bedroom, leaving Mike alone with his thoughts. He stared at the nearly empty bottle of BLK pills on the counter, a nagging sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. What was happening to his life? To his relationships? And why did the idea of indulging in these ****, even just for a fleeting escape, suddenly seem so appealing?**

*Maybe he could take some.*

*Later at Blake job, Blake's mind raced with calculation as she entered Mr. Jackson's office, the door clicking shut behind her with deliberate finality. Alone with her boss, she saw an opportunity too enticing to pass up - a chance to advance her career and satisfy her own base desires, all while conveniently forgetting about the man waiting for her at home.*

*With a coy smile playing on her lips, Blake let her dress slip from her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet. Beneath, she wore nothing at all, her flawless physique on full display. Mr. Jackson's eyes widened in surprise, then hunger, as he drank in the sight of her nude form.*

*"What a lovely surprise," *he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with lust. Blake sauntered closer, her hips swaying seductively as she closed the distance between them.**

*Mr. Jackson's gaze followed Blake's tantalizing progress, his eyes roving over her curves as she approached the leather armchair in front of his desk. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto the seat, the action causing her round buttocks to lift and present themselves to her boss in a blatant invitation.*

*Once settled, Blake casually spread her thighs apart, revealing the glistening pink folds of her sex. The intimate gesture sent a jolt of excitement through Mr. Jackson, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the erotic tableau before him.*

*"You're quite the temptress, aren't you?" *he rasped, his voice thick with desire. Blake simply smiled, a sultry glint in her eye as she awaited his next move, her body language screaming surrender to his advances.**

*Without a word, Mr. Jackson guided Blake to a nearby room, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. A plush king-sized bed dominated the space, its pristine white sheets beckoning to be stained with their illicit passion. Mr. Jackson wasted no time shedding his clothes, his imposing frame revealed inch by inch.*

*Blake, her own inhibitions cast aside, sank to her knees before him. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for his thick, ebony shaft, wrapping her fingers around the steely length. With a sultry hum, she leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive tip before she engulfed him in the wet heat of her mouth.*

*Her skilled tongue danced along the underside of his cock, coaxing forth precum as she worked him deeper into her throat.*

*Blake's mouth and throat constricted rhythmically around Mr. Jackson's throbbing member, her skills honed to perfection as she brought him to the brink of climax. Just as he teetered on the edge, she pulled back, releasing him with a pop of her lips.*

*Mr. Jackson groaned, his hands finding purchase in her hair as he guided her back onto the bed. With a swift, dominant thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her slick channel, claiming her as his own. Blake cried out, her back arching off the mattress as he began to piston in and out of her, each powerful stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core.*

*As Mr. Jackson's thrusts intensified, he sealed his lips over Blake's in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he drove into her oil-slicked heat. The sensation of his hardness gliding effortlessly through the slick coating only heightened Blake's arousal, her inner walls clenching greedily around him.*

*Just as Mr. Jackson neared his peak, he pulled back, his piercing gaze locked onto Blake's as he erupted, pumping stream after stream of his hot seed directly into her open mouth. Without hesitation, she swallowed every drop, savoring the musky flavor of his essence.*

*Panting heavily, Mr. Jackson delivered a stinging slap to Blake's ass, the impact sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. "We should continue this," he growled, his voice husky with satisfaction. "*"

"But we must keep it discreet. I have a wife." Mr. Jackson's words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Blake nodded, her expression a mask of agreement even as a thrill of excitement coursed through her at the prospect of a secret tryst. "Of course, I understand," she purred, her tone dripping with false innocence. "After all, discretion is key in our line of work, isn't it?"

With a sly smile, she rolled onto her side, her gaze never leaving Mr. Jackson's as she reached for the discarded bottle of BLK pills on the nightstand. "Perhaps we can schedule another... meeting soon?"

*Blake rose from the bed, her movements fluid and graceful despite the recent exertions. With a coy smile and a wink, she gathered her scattered clothing, slipping back into her dress with practiced ease. Once fully attired, she turned to face Mr. Jackson, her expression a perfect blend of professionalism and allure.*

*"Until next time, then," *she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. With a final, lingering glance, she exited the room, leaving Mr. Jackson to collect his thoughts and compose himself for the rest of the workday.*

*Outside, Blake felt a rush of exhilaration, the adrenaline from her clandestine encounter mixing with the lingering effects of the BLK pills. She couldn't wait to indulge again, to lose herself in the forbidden thrill of her secret trysts.*