LOVER GIRL.

she's torn between laughing again and begging for forgiveness, unsure which direction the conversation — and oh gosh, maybe her career — would go. her hands fly to cover her face, and her knees buckle slightly, knocking in to him before she stands up straight again. " that's not what i meant! " she shrieks, shaking her head and keeping her face enveloped in hands with perfectly painted pink fingernails. by the time she's looking again, her voice has calmed a little, though still wobbly. " i'm- that's not what i mean. i just was asking... " he's signaling for the money back, and she hands it to him with the utmost seriousness. her breath catches in her throat, and maybe it's the drink they've shared or the tension that fills the space between them and the room as a whole, but she's speaking before she can stop herself. " am i just anyone? " she's still gripping the money, holding out the money to him, brows knit together and a soft expression on her face. her cheeks are still tinged pink.

"so naughty, yet so beautiful" he whispered and licked his lips, the hand holding her hair now tugging softly. "suck me good, do you understand?"

rachel lets out a high pitched little whine when he threatens not to let her blow him, bottom lip jutting in a pout. it quickly fades to a smile, and then slack jawed determination when he tugs at her hair and gives the command. she kisses up and down the shaft of his cock, letting out dreamy little sighs like he's god's gift to man. when she feels she's provided a sufficient amount of affectionate teases, rachel opts to swirl her tongue around his tip, doing her best to keep her head angled so she could stare up at him with wide blue eyes. " like that, daddy? " 

despite her embarrassment, if there's two things gwen is, it's good at her job and eager to please. she hops up obediently to fetch him another drink, walking over to the liquor cabinet like it's instinct. " what i think, " she says, carefully, with her back turned to him. she's grateful to have a moment of reprieve from him being able to see her fidgeting and flushed cheeks and the unsubtle twinkle of anxious excitement in her eyes. even if she knows he knows it's all she is still, a flustered pile of nerves. " is that i don't know if you want your... dick sucked. generally speaking. anyone will do. or if you want me, gwen to... you know... suck you off. " gwen's nervous smile is back when she turns back to him again, and she tentatively walks back over to him to hand him the glass. she lingers, standing in front of him as he sits there, waiting for his answer. she doesn't want to admit it's with bated breath, or that her knees are practically wobbling with the urge to sink down onto them.

mark was already angry, but seeing the shake to rina's hand only served to piss him off more. he snatched her wrist and yanked it away from his face. "i'm sick of this shit, rina. i let you go to that school because you asked me to. and all i get in return are lies. why on earth do you think i'd be happier knowing you'll be with a group of men rather than one man? do you know what men--?" mark took one look at rina and knew she didn't. "god, you have no clue. your mother and i sheltered you far too much." mark hated seeing his little girl cry. he closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders, moving them up her slender neck to her cheeks. "i think its time we give up on this whole idea of schooling. you don't need it. you're never gonna have to work. you have a man who takes care of your every need. i've taken such good care of you all your life, haven't i baby? i've never let you want for anything?" mark knew rina sometimes wished he was kinder, softer, that he had less of a temper. but he also knew all those things would come true if rina were by his side more and out in the world less. ever since his wife had passed, rina had become his entire world and he needed to keep her close. "you were trembling when. you reached for me. school is clearly stressing you out." mark brushed his nose against rina's affectionately. "tell daddy you don't need it baby. tell me i'm the only thing you need."

she flinches when he grabs around her wrist, even though she should be used to how rough he is by now. rina sniffles and her body language stiffens, but she doesn't pull away from him when he draws her in, instead keeping big, watery brown eyes fixated on her father. he's touching her softly, and his tone is uncharacteristically sweet, because he knows she'll hate what he's saying. she finally gathers the courage to draw away from him, stepping back from him and keeping her resolve, at least for the time being. " daddy, mom wanted me to go to school. i want to go to school. i like learning— and it's not just guys there, okay? if you would have let me go out of the house to go to college, i could have gone to a women's college. but you said i had to stay here, so i did! " she stomps her foot on the ground as her voice grows thicker with tears, like she's a child again. she pouts and folds her arms over her chest, choosing to look at the ground instead of mark. " i don't need anything but you. but that doesn't mean i can't like doing other stuff too. "

"You are?" She said, only to check if he'd withdraw or if his hand would linger. If he listened closely, he could probably hear her heart drum in her chest. She pressed her legs together slightly, a natural reaction to how the warmth of his hand felt against her skin.

" hm. i am. i don't like to just think of myself as someone who's doing a service to my clients. i like to think of them as friends. " he squeezes her thigh emphatically, like that's supposed to be a friendly gesture. mostly, maxwell gave a shit about the clients that paid him a lot, or that he found otherwise attractive. he'd even been known to take on a case or two pro-bono, just so he could tut himself sympathetically into bringing someone back to his apartment. legal ethics, if you asked maxwell, were mostly nebulous boundaries that were ever-changing. one couldn't blame him if he made a misstep here and there, if his hand lingered on sabrina's knee for a little too long.

"     no, no, i want to be here with you.     "     marguerite promises, softening as the older woman wraps around her and pulls her closer. she just can't stop staring at her: the twinkle in her eyes, the curve of her lips, all the way down to her breasts and hips... every single nerve of marguerite felt electrified sitting so close to the stranger. maybe it's nerves. maybe it's the drugs. maybe it's something else.   "     why did you invite me back here?     "

gwen's eyes flicked over sam once more as he moved in front of her, and since she's distracted by the loosened inhibtions of the drink in her hand and how much he had flustered her, she doesn't do much to hide her staring. especially as she gets lost in thought, trying to think of a response when her mind is going a mile a minute. she knows this is wrong and a bad idea and a million other things, but she also knows if she was really opposed to any of it, she'd already be outside this office & on the phone with the man she was supposed to marry.     "    sam,     "     she asks, a little more serious, a little more soft, brown eyes wide and still locked on him.     "     would you really want me to? or are you just seeing if i would?     "    some kind of test, maybe, though it'd be a pretty fucked up one. she doesn't notice she's gone a little slack jawed while staring, teeth no longer locked down on top of perfect pink lips. 

"you were almost naked in class, showing me your panties everytime i looked at you, and you asked me if i'm hard... already?!" he chuckled against her perfect plump lips as they kissed one more time. tom moaned when rachel called him 'daddy', going almost weak on the knees. "fuck, babygirl" he whispered against her, almost humping the air as he lifted her in his arms, her body trapped against the door. "if i'm not inside of you in like... two seconds, i'm gonna cum in my pants like a teenager"

the rush of how hot he is for her is a compliment enough for rachel, and she shimmies down between him and the door, until she's face first with the impression of his cock against his pants.    "    now why would you do that when you could cum on me?     "   she whines, fiddling with the zipper & his belt until she can get his pants down.      "    can i please, please, please suck you off, daddy?     "     she asks, softly whining as she teases with the waistband of his underwear.     "     i want to make it up to you. for being such a naughty little tease. and getting you all frustrated.    "

it's only by biting her lip she keeps from bursting into a giggle fit, which makes her feel a little childish until she remembers the absurdity of the situation. she is engaged, sam is her boss. and he's offering her twice her rent to finish a sentence. an embarrassing sentence, maybe, but, still. just speaking.     "    without knowing your way around a... penis! a dick! are you happy now? is that what you wanted me to say?     "     there's a playful tone to her voice, but a high-pitched, hurried one that matches the butterflies she feels. that, and the twitch of her hands, so obvious she's tempted to sit on them so she doesn't wring them anymore, reveals that nerves haven't quite dissipated.     "   but i think you knew that and are trying to embarrass me. more than i already embarrassed myself.    "

rachel's giggles only increase when he sniffs in her neck, her body slamming against the door as he kisses her roughly. her hands search for a good portion if the fabric of his shirt to cling to, but that mission is short lived when she feels his bulge against her. perfectly manicured fingernails travel down his body, rubbing up against the fabric of his pants.     "     hard already?     "     she coos, looking up at him with innocent blue eyes.     "    were you thinking about me then, sir? or, i forget— what do you like to be called here?   "     she kisses him again.     "     professor? daddy?     "

"what did you ask?" an awkward smile blossoms on violet's face, she's fairly sure she heard them right but her mind demands a repeat. she was already green enough in this world, naive in ways she knew she needed to be careful with – but did they really think she was going to take her dress off for some pictures? sure, she wanted the job, the pictures needed to sell sex and she wasn't sure she was yet – but nudes? the aspiring model offers a shaky laugh, hands toying with the hem of the dress now as she seemed to freeze a bit. vi already needed to work on relaxing in front of the camera, this request was absolutely not helping. she focuses on her breathing, maybe they just meant she should try a change of outfit.

"     they want us to pose nude, babe.     "      she tries to keep a little bit of sympathy in her voice for her fellow model, but truth be told, nathalie has very little patience. either this girl is acting like she's never been in this type of situation before, or she's truly in for a rude awakening. nat isn't sure which is going to be more irritating to deal with: the faux who, me? of it all, or actual inexperience with the reality of their situation.     "     if you need me to take it off for you, i can. do you want me to take it off her?     "     she looks over at the photographers & producers, speaking to them directly even as she doesn't wait for their response. her hand meets violet's to move it off her dress, so that nathalie herself can thumb the hem, brushing her fingers gently against the soft inner part of violet's thigh.  

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if she flush that creeps up her entire body and paints her cheeks red isn't obvious, the surprised little scoff of disbelief, more like a squeak, is. so is the stammer in her voice and the widening in her eyes and the fact that she clears her throat, just to have something to do, and then laughs nervously, a smile spreading across her face. flirting was one thing, and sure, she'd done that, because it was a little thrilling when your handsome boss did it back, even if all the time you spent at work put a little strain on your engagement. and sure: it was inappropriate that she was here in the first place, after hours with him in the office, liquor cabinet opened long ago. she shifts in her chair, uncomfortable, but unable to keep her eyes off him as her mind swirls with possibilities. it's not my fault if he put it in my head, she tells herself, like imagining yourself on your knees for your boss wasn't wildly inappropriate either way.     "     i don't think tyler would appreciate it much if i gave you a blowjob, mr. hawthorne. sam.     "    she sounds almost breathless. her brain can barely keep up with her mouth.     "     i don't think the firm's hr would either. but. i definitely could, for the record. you don't get engaged so quick without knowing your way around a—     "     stop talking gwen. there's a difference between flirting and humiliating yourself.