This is right up my alley.

The pixie-haired, pale nurse grins, showing her white little teeth, her fae eyes twinkling.

"I knew you'd like it," she says. "So: here's the deal." She steps in front of the screen, blocking your view, her fishnet-clad thighs wide, her arms folded across her chest. "You keep watching the movie, and I'll have a little fun of my own. But you have to hold off for a bit, understand? You'll see why. Just keep watching the screen, and no peeking at me."

She sinks down slowly to her knees, freeing your view, and you feel her cool, slender fingers undo your pants and pull you free. She starts stroking you to full hardness, and runs her stud-covered piercing up along the underside of your shaft, making you jump. Her hands work slowly and smoothly, sliding up and down your shaft as the movie plays out. It's maddening, she's moving so slowly, and the action on the screen is starting to get pretty hot.

"No peeking," she says at one point when your eyes start to drift down, and you look back up to the screen.

Right at that moment you see--one of the waifish predators drifting into an erotic entaglement with a human onscreen is very, very familar. The character's eyes flash greenly at you as the camera moves to a closeup, and right at that moment the nurse--whose slender form you see in its entirety onscreen, takes you into her mouth.

She starts sucking, hard, stroking her hand up and down very, very quickly under where her lips are wrapped around your shaft. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, those nubbly rubber studs tickling and caressing it.

That hard suction and the sudden shock, along with what's happening on screen and the fact that the woman riding the man so energetically there, her well-formed breasts being clasped by another woman's hands as she takes a second man's cock into her mouth is right before you, kneeling on the floor and sucking your cock for all she's worth is too much. You explode, cuming and cumming and cumming into her mouth while she issues muffled encouragement.

When your dies down after long, ecstatic moments, the actress-nurse smiles up at you, wiping the spilled seed from the corners of her mouth and puts the sample she's obtained in the jar in one hand. She runs her tongue over her lips again, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure at the taste, and stands up smoothly. Her slender little hand pats you on the head. "Good work, stud," she says, and opens the front door. "Let's go get your money, huh?"

After the transaction, she scribbles her phone number on the back of the receipt along with a little note. "Tamira sez: you'd better call me back, stud, if you know what's good for you. 555-1313, after hours." Underneath is a little cartoon vampire face, licking its lips. This certainly turned out to be a successful venture.