Vanessa waylays me*

I pause a moment to add pictures of Ava and Vanessa to the tenant-information file I’m building on my phone. The phone chooses that moment to freeze up, so by the time I’m done, Ava has changed clothes and left. I cough. I hear Vanessa say from the other room, “I know you’re still here, Mr. Roberts. Can you come in here?”

I walk into the room to find her sprawled naked across the couch. “I figured you’d leave before Ava, so I took off my clothes to masturbate,” she purrs. “But then I heard Ava leave before you, so why settle for fantasizing about you? Take a few more pictures, and then let’s have some fun.”

“You’re a naughty little vixen, aren’t you?” I say, amused. Vanessa smirks. “I can do you one better. I’m not wearing glasses, I’m wearing an experimental camera rig that does VR video and stills. How’s about we skip right to the ‘having fun’ part and film the whole thing? I promise, I’ll share it with you and no one else.”

“Oooooooh, Mr. Roberts, that’s really hot. That sounds like great fun. And if it’s hot enough, maybe I’ll let you share it.” She’s naughty, all right . . .

Vanessa starts removing my pants. “You know, Vanessa, you can call me Iain,” I say.

“Mmmm, thank you,” she murmurs. I step out of my pants and sit down. She stares hungrily at my raging erection.

“This is the best cock I’ve seen in a long time,” Vanessa purrs. “This is going to be good.”