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she scoffed at the blow, displaying a wide grin. "okay, fine... i deserved that," her face scrunched at the shot burning down her throat. sure, she was a bartender, but that didn't mean she was an alcoholic. pace yourself. "this hole can get very sloppy, so i wasn't wrong," she shrugged. the liquid courage clearly working, since these aren't just things she'd say to anybody. on instinct, she flicked her tongue on her lips to wet them, biting softly on her bottom lip to hide the temptation. she couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to be on her knees for him meeting his dark eyes again, while tears were filled in hers, gagging on his length as he fucked her face until his load claimed her filthiness.

pulling away at those naughty thoughts, the brunette played with the rim of her glass. "so, imagine the mess i can make when it comes to other wet holes..." leaving him with something to think about before pouring another half shot into both of their glasses. she was starting to have fun. the bartender, jo and her favorite customer, fernando: they'd be able to make romcoms about them. adventure stories. their own personal sex tapes. "okay, another one," she tilted her head innocently, genuinely curious, "never have i ever..." she nervously tapped her fingers on the bar, "wanted to fuck my bartender."

he's almost drooling and it takes him a second before he thinks to fix his face. "fuck." ferando lets out, like a soft moan, in a final moment of unconscious action. still his eyes don't necessarily move from her FEATURES. all guys need is a wet hole. even so, he clears his throat and almost shutters at her next claim.

embarrassed eyes shoot to hers. heat rushes to his face. a soft pink appears on his tanned cheeks. still he held a confident smile, feeling himself get closer to a goal that he knows he shouldn't have. he keeps his eyes on hers while he takes the shot in stride. "nothing wrong with a little fantasy." fernando claims. he decides to omit that he thinks about more than simply FUCKING her. it's a burning fixation—those nights where he jacks off to her instagram photos, secretly hoping that she posts just for him.

"never have i ever wanted to be fucked by an older man." fernando quips, now moving hastily with his words. he can feel their energy shift from playful to REAL. it's no longer a fantasy. his mind begins to manifest a world where he pulls her away from her shift and fucks her in the bathroom—or in the alley—or in his car—EVERYWHERE.

"and as a follow up question... when does your shift end?" fernando asks, impatience in his voice.

and it was like as soon as she was going to hit a climax, he knew to pull out. her eyes slowly opened, watching the handsome man taste her off his fingers was a sight to see; like the start of the mona lisa being painted or people who were lucky enough to be around when cathedrals were being built; except everything about this situation was the furthest thing from holy. her nipples were getting hard, and if she wasn't sure of it before… she was sure of it now: she was incredibly turned on by vincent's very being. his mention of 'teaching monica' nearly making her eyes well up in tears. her heart ached to be the only woman he would want to shower with attention, love, and cum.

she nods in agreement, not trying to come off as defiant. the last thing she'd want to do is be rebellious towards someone who can make her feel good with just a touch, especially as he was reaching below the waist again. mesmerized by the way he can control her, without even needing to look at her. it was clear: aurora was already under his spell.

she turned her head, where he wanted her to stare, guided by his hand. "i can beg for it…" she pouted at the way vincent was complimenting the other woman. rory was desperate for his approval. desperate to please him. desperate to be whatever he wanted her to be. desperate to worship him like a god.

she leaned back against him, "i know my place, too…" she whined sadly, like a lost puppy, trying to prove herself. "under you," (figuratively and literally) "and only you…" she'd never let anyone else inside of her, as long as vincent was around. she'd allow him to control her if that meant he could make her core drip until the ultimate peak was reached, but her goal was to make sure he reached it too. she wanted to know what it felt like to please someone as powerful as him and to hear his moans and praises.

she was filled with envy, watching the screen in pure disdain at the thought of him bending monica over and being the one to pound his length into her or getting to taste him. the assistant had to look away for just a moment before her imagination would make her cry. she distracted herself by untying her blouse, her breasts were dying to be touched. using his other free hand, she moved it to her tits, hoping he could carry the weight of making her so horny by squeezing them. after all, her body was begging to be groped by him. "i promise i'll be so obedient and listen to every word you tell me. your best student and assistant."

the brunette found herself kissing along his face and neck again, careful not to divert his attention away from the monitor. finally working her way up to his ear, she made sure to talk low, "you'd be this pussy's very first owner if you were to take my virginity… i'd let you use it whenever you wanted, vincent. nobody else." she'd honestly take all of him right there if the actors weren't in the middle of the scene. how was she supposed to work alongside him without wanting to drain his balls? the answer was simply to offer all of her: body, mind, and soul dedicated solely to him. his very own sex doll.

rory was a vibrant forest of life and vincent was the flame that washed over to DEVOUR the version of her that stood before him. "this is wrong." vincent tells her, but he lets her move his hand regardless. it is wrong, but the male only mentions it to remind her that the world juxtaposes his own view—her moral compass would be flipped on its head if she continued. right and wrong would be decided by him, by her OWNER.

his eyes flicker to sarah who watches. it isn't so much that she's jealous, but AMUSED by how easily the beast has found his prey and by how willing the prey was to be CONSUMED. vincent's free hand, the one slick with her fluids and now his saliva, pulls her chin back towards his face and pulls her lips right under his ear. "beg for it then." vincent directs her, pushing her into his neck as if to instruct her to stay quiet.

the hand on her tit tugs down her blouse so that he can tug at her hardening nipple. this had become highly erotic, even for a porn set. the males, on camera, began to let their eyes wander over to the director and his assistant. "focus, gentlemen." his voice booms with a harsh underline that hadn't been there before. let it not be confused, i am the boss here.

eyes flicker back to sarah, though this time to confirm that she needs to keep them in check. then his attention goes back to the mess on his lap. his cock almost RIPS through his denim with how hard he is under her. one hand pulls and pinches at her nipple and the other begins to find its place back between her thighs, REWARDING her for her words.

"they want you." he now tells rory, smiling as he does. for the first time, his attention is off of the monitor and onto her. another reward. "i bet all the guys want you." the words drip from his lips like they're something MORE than an objectifying statement; to him, these were the greatest accolades a girl like her could achieve. she was coveted which made him want her even more. "i never let myself give in, like this." he lies, but kisses her so that if she had the mind to think about it she wouldn't. "but," his words rasp between the kiss like he's running out of breath.

"i NEED you."

maybe bruce should've stopped trying months ago. evie was a sexy thing and she had that innocent look that was BEGGING to be torn apart and devoured. bruce couldn't help it, for he was a man and men have this systemic urge to conquer. so when she denied him entry into her garden, he felt he should pursue. that meant sticking around. that meant continuing to date her even though friends told him to give it up. that meant giving up other women because he thought that was what she wanted. turns out, what she really wanted was for him to join her for her town's spring festival.

that felt easy enough. bruce had slowly researched the meaning of spring—birth and new beginnings. he wondered if that meant she was finally going to be willing to put out. it's been said that he had a NASTY mind. women tended to be his weakness. evie proved to be his absolute kryptonite. so he packs up his things into his jeep and drives off to what feels like a remote countryside. it was more scenic than he male expected. he found himself wondering if he could enjoy this trip for more than just the FANTASY of evie's body.

finally he found himself in the lot. duffel bag over his shoulder he shuffles through the field that has been pushed to dirt and gravel by the use of cars. there he sees her: the beautiful girl he can't stop wanting. "evie." bruce stands tall, puffing his chest out a little. still he tries to IMPRESS her with his looks in hopes that she'll let her innocence fade and give into carnal desires.

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