Kiss

You take a step toward her, and she takes two back, eyes widening in surprise. You slowly close the gap, brushing your lips against hers. She melts into the kiss, body pressing flush against yours, hands roaming your back.

She pulls away, gazing up with admiration. “Thank you for helping me today. Is there anything I can do to show my appreciation?”

You smirk, excitement surging through you. Grabbing her shoulders, you pin her against the wall, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss. She wraps her legs around your waist, and you delve deeper, tongue exploring. You trail down to her neck, hands and lips mapping every curve as she gasps, arching into you.

Finally, you break apart. Desire burns in her eyes. You push her deeper into the house, into the living room, then release her. She kneels before you, tugging your pants down with eager hands. You smile—she’s always been a nympho, a whore, but this desperation is new. She’s clinging to your good graces.

Her big, round eyes meet yours. Few know you’re as insatiable as they come, more ruthless than Ricky with the talent. Girls, guys—they all whisper about your direct line to roles: greenlight, blacklist, or ghost. To the untrained eye, you’re just the secretary. Furthest thing from the truth.

Lost in thought, you glance down. She’s waiting, poised. You give the slightest nod. She surges forward, licking and teasing your pussy as you grip her hair, roughly fucking her face. She moans, the vibration sending shocks through you. You climax with a scream, ecstasy ripping free.

But you’re not done. You lick the juices from her face, then haul her to the bedroom. On the way, you smack her ass—hard—drawing a sharp gasp that only stokes your arousal higher.