#hemat0lasluts

" i'm leavin', " it takes everything in her to keep it at that, biting her tongue and shooting a glance over at the woman who'd occupied his attention since the moment the show had ended. " y'can stay as long as y'like but i ain't waitin' around for you no more, " clara jane had nearly torn through what was once a small hole in the pocket of her coat, digging her finger through the fabric and gritting her teeth as she watched them. it stirred things in her that surprised her, feelings of heat and anger at the way the woman flirted and teased and played with valentino.

when kris came into work, they knew where it was they belonged. even if their boss was not yet there, they would be soon and it was up to the redhead to make sure that they were pleased. pleased and focused. and what better way than kris under their desk?

once a normal secretary, corruption took its hold on them from the other. others might need bribes, all kris needed was to be told it was their job and a few honey-coated words.

they were just the maleable.

so their uniform changed. normal clothes were more or less the thing of the past. skirts far too short over their wide, wide hips and ass. stockings seamed with garters always. shirts far too tight across their chest. kris practically spilled out every day.

but that was their problem. not their boss's.

it isn't often that mason is face to face with a woman that he doesn't have to look down to talk to. normally, six-foot-four has him towering over any woman that he speaking to. but stella was tall enough to match him eye to eye. and for some reason, he simply could not pull his eyes away from her. there was attractive, and then there was pure, feral allure.

his voice is a gentle command that she follows without hesitation, rolling over from her stomach to her side where she lie on the floor kicking her little feet and colouring. " what ? " she grins as his eyes scan over her, a warm rush following his gaze. she can still feel the stickers covering the round cheek of her pert little ass, the fabric of her panties riding up between her cheeks as she wiggles and pulls herself up to stand.

"see all. there is nothing that happens with these sorts of things," jax gestured behind him to the altar in his room. it had been built for the stream, gathered over weeks of research. the streamer had wanted everything to be as authentic as possible. he 'knew' that nothing would come from this.

even if all of it were real, there was no way that he of all people would people to use it properly. even so, they had followed the directions fully.

"you guys have a nice evening. now i have to clean up candle wax from my floor. i hope you enjoy the sight of me bent over for the last shot," jax teased, setting a quick timer and then getting of the chair to go clean up the mess, making good on his promise to bend over, skirt riding up, just as the camera clicked off.

drew gasped as his hands were bound further above his head, now by his own rosary. all of this inside the confessional was worthy of his head spinning. coming through all of this to remove himself fully of his sins of his old career and then to end up like this. was it his fault that the two of them had such a connection? that there were sparks and yearning from the first minute? he would argue that it wasn't.

a case could be made for other things though. having once been a dancer, drew was not without just copious lingerie. and maybe once or twice, things flashed. it was not to tease, maybe to just...-well, he wasn't going to admit that to himself. yet.

shiloh was not the type to care much about who was watching them. of course he sold many videos of things that he had done to himself or done with others. so when the two of them had begun to progress from merely just kissing to something a little more graduated, they did not hesitate to kiss down the other's neck, chest and then drop to their knees. stolen away in the party, shiloh was just thankful for a carpet to put himself onto.

eyes sparkling with joy and lust, he kissed the inside of donna's legs. once each, then twice each. his hands moved up them, underneath her skirt and took ahold of her pan.ties.