Confront Her

You figure that in her agitated state, Emma will be much easier to manipulate. Even if she won’t be seduced by you, the odds that she reveals the location of her USB will be increased by such an opportunistic move.

Glancing down at the set, you see Emma discussing something with the director. Her body is angled away from the actor, who is still naked, and she seems to be deliberately ignoring him even as he taps her on the shoulder. The director glances over at the actor, but only speaks to Emma, and the actor shakes his head, moving away to a corner where his clothes sit in a pile.

Your eyes sweep the exits of the building - people are disassembling equipment and leaving the soundstage in small groups, and generally shutting down operations for the day. There are six flights of stairs that spiral downwards in different paths, and you identify the one that will let you intercept Emma as she returns to her personal rooms to get her stuff.

The nubile Ms. Rain flips off the director and stomps off just as you reach the ground level. Through the metal grille, you see her punching in some code with a look of frustration. The door swings open, and you slow down your pace, looking back at her.

“Ms. Rain,” you say, “come with me. We need to talk about some sensitive material.”

You push a side door open and hold it for her, positioning your body so that it blocks off the rest of the narrow corridor. She stares at you for a moment, before she starts to back away. The frustration that was on her face melts away, replaced by fear.

“Be assured that I’m not going to hurt you,” you say, “it’s Mr. Bond, I’m the lawyer tasked with dealing with your confidentiality problem.”

She visibly relaxes at this, and approaches you again.

“Oh, why didn’t you say so,” she says in relief.

Her thin, near-naked body with its hastily thrown on clothes looks ridiculous fuckable at this point, but you respond with words instead.

“We’ll just need to cover the contingency plans, and if you’ll give me the chance to survey the sensitive material, I think we’ll be set.”

She nods, clearly uncertain, and you confidently lead her into the carpark, where your sleek vehicle rests.

“I’ll need my stuff to go home,” she says, “my keys and the… materials are all in my room.”

“Of course,” you say, guiding her back towards her personal room.

The two of you walk together, and you watch her glower out of the corner of your eye. It seems that her mind is back on that actor, and the movie she has to strip for.

“Something bothering you?” you say, hiding a smile as she jumps a little. “I have to say, that last scene you shot was really quite something.”

“Fuck you,” she says, staring at you. “What’s up? You’re my lawyer, not a fucking perv, let’s just get this business done.”

“Of course,” you say, knowing fully well that this would make her more angry.

Her room is spacious, and she fishes around her purse for a while, before looking at you.

“I can’t find it,” she says. You can tell from the way her eyes glance upwards that she’s lying.

“Really,” you say. “I’ll explain the information first, then.”

You pull out several documents and dive into the legalese, bullshitting as much as you legitimately explain. Half of these laws don’t really exist, and are ambiguously worded so that you can manoeuvre her into giving up the USB as you need her to. She is zoned out, tapping on her phone.

“That’s it,” she says. “I’ve texted security, and they’ll be here to bring you out now.”

You sigh. You surreptitiously turned on the jammer in your pocket the moment she reached for her phone, and the message will not be getting through.

“Check whether that message was sent,” you say, as she frowns.

“What?” she exclaims. “Why’s it not sending?”

“You’re unsatisfied with the sex, aren’t you? You’re looking for a real man, a real relationship yeah?”

She looks at you blankly, and is shifting her chair backwards.

“Come on, I know just what you need,” you say, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She’s scared again, and jumps out of her seat, clutching her purse, moving towards the door. It looks like your ploy failed. Not a first, but it’s why you have the back-up plan. With one quick motion, you down the yellow Persuasion Pill. Nausea sweeps over you for a few seconds, and you bend over, wanting to retch, but the feeling passes. The Persuasion Pill always does this to you, an odd side effect that thankfully only occurs when you first ingest it.

“Come here, Emma,” you say, and she moves towards you, still clutching the bag with apprehension. “What were you thinking just now?”

“I…. I wanted you, but I was scared because I don’t know you well,” Emma says, now coyly playing with a lock of her hair. She flutters her eyelashes at you. “But now I can tell you’re just the guy for me.”

“Right on with that,” you say, approaching her. “But I think you’ll need to practice that sex scene again, just in case the director needs another shot. You can do better, can’t you?”

“Mmm,” she mutters as your hands snake under her thin blouse, massaging her breasts. Her nipples are standing hard to attention, and your member is poking against her waist, straining to break free. Her hands magically make their way down to your pants, springing your cock free in a brief second.

Her tiny fingers trace circles around your cock and fondle your balls, and she starts jerking you off, as you squeeze her tits. She lets out a scream, as you slam her against the ground, and you know you’re treating her roughly. Her hand tightens around your cock, pulling hard, and you rip off her pants.

Her hands still clutching your cock like a lifesaver, you thrust deep into her, filling her up. Her body shudders in pleasure, and she screams again as you maul her tits, kissing her neck with more teeth than is necessary. You push deep into her and pull out, thrusting with enough **** to send her limbs sprawling.

“Fuck me, fuck me so hard,” she moans, and you know that this what she’s always wanted. You indulge her, fucking her with your inhuman strength. She writhes in pleasure, as if trying to escape, and her back arches. Gods is Emma flexible, and you feel your cock **** upwards along with the motion of her body.

You pound her for minutes, giving her no time to rest from her rapid panting. Her eyes are shut in rapture, mouth letting loose a string of moans and expletives so crude and lewd that you even pick up a few new creative uses of the English language along the way. With one last push, you unload inside of her, your cum spilling forth.

She screams in ecstasy, having cum several times already, but this one seems greater than all the others. Her body arches high again, and you feel your dick bending and straining, deep inside of her, still hard from her hot, tight pussy. She moans, and gradually her eyes open up.

“Fuck me again,” she says, “fuck my ass.”