You're not alone.

You enter the room hurriedly, stopping in front of the sinks. You take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. The man has his own date. Why does he have to be doing such a thing to you!? You were enjoying a perfectly normal evening, actually having fun making up a month's worth of interactions with Lukas...

You turn on the cold water, leaning down to splash some on your face in an attempt to cool down. The sounds of the fluid flowing through the piping concealed that of the door opening slowly, footsteps entering behind you.

A sharp squeak of surprise rushes through your sealing throat, your eyes going wide as you try to straighten suddenly. "Try," because a hand is resting on your back, gently holding you in place. The other caresses your hip, rubbing in circles that pull the hem of your skirt higher and edge increasingly back to **** your ass instead.

"Honestly," Mr. Alric's voice quietly begins, "I was starting to think we'd never get alone." He laughs softly. "Dahlia is great and all, but I prefer a girl who let's my imagination get a work out." You squeak again, the sharp crack of his hand slapping your ass echoing through the room. He laughs again, clearly amused by your reaction. As he rubs the spot, moving further between your bodies, you begin trembling. "You're beautiful, you know. You shouldn't be behind the camera. It's just cruel to the rest of us." You whimper, his fingers finding their final destination, immediately tugging your thong to the side. "You were expecting to get laid tonight, huh?"

You find yourself unable to answer, overwhelmed by the digits playing at your lips, poking at your untouched pussy and toying with your clit. It takes active resistance not to start thrusting back on his hand. You don't want this, right? You can't make him think that you do... can you?