THEME : MODEL FUCKED DURING INTERVIEW
CELINE'S POV
Here I am, twenty years old and about to have my big break!
At least, that's what I keep telling myself as I stand outside the office building of UNVEILED, a rising company in the business of making women's underwear.
I've been modeling since high school, but even with my fair share of experience, nothing could prepare me for this opportunity. Every model I know hit it big when they started underwear modeling, and frankly, I don't care if I have to flash my tits on camera or show a bit of ass. As long as I make it as a model, I am so down for it. I was lucky to be called for an interview in the first place.
The receptionist leads me to a sleek conference room where two men dressed in suits are seated.
"Well if it isn't pretty little Celine Milo," one of them says with a smi
I opened the door expecting a delivery. Instead, she was standing there.Maya. My son’s girlfriend.The one I should never look at is the way I sometimes catch myself doing.“Hi, Mr. Hale…” she said softly, a nervous little smile tugging at her lips.My chest tightened. God, she was beautiful. Too beautiful. And far too young for the thoughts that sometimes crossed my mind when she was around.I cleared my throat, folding my arms to keep them from doing something stupid, like reaching for her. “Liam’s not here. He left earlier.”Her face fell a little. She shifted on her feet. “Oh. Um… I can wait outside.”“Come in.” The words were out before I even thought.Why? Why the hell did I say that?But I stepped
The classroom was mostly empty. The air conditioner's hum mixed with the chairs' scrape as students hurried out. I stayed behind, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Professor Kane was at his desk, flipping through papers, but I caught his eye.“Professor Kane?” I said, voice trembling.He looked up, surprise visible in his eyes. “Anna? You forgot something?”“No,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I... I just wanted to talk.”He set the papers down, giving me his full attention now. “Alright. What’s on your mind?”I bit my lip, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about you. More than I probably should.”His brow furrowed, but there was something in his gaze that didn’t look entirely like disapproval.“You know this
Virelle walked into the hotel. As she got in, the hotel smelled like money. The floor was properly polished, with a marble floor and a chilled lavender scent in the air.As she stepped in, it was as if she belonged there.She was surprised she came to actually fuck a man she'd never met before. She has been talking to the guy for weeks; they usually have late-night calls and chat with each other's voice notes drenched in innuendo. With each voice note she listens to, she likes his voice. He spoke about some dirty things he wanted to have with her, but Virelle was focused on just having a one-night stand with him.He had told her to knock twice as soon as she entered the room. As she walked down the hall, her heels clicked softly, and she felt her nipples harden already, silk and tight. All that was happening was that she hadn't even met the guy.She knocked twice as she got to the door.
Jason pressed her against the door, which he had shut behind her. While his mouth slid on her throat, he slid his hand under her skirt just as if he knew she wasn't putting on panties. She never puts that on whenever she's coming to their place.“I see someone is so eager," Kayla murmured. Her nails dragged across his chest while she slipped his shirt over his head.“It's been fucking two days." He grinned.“Shhh–poor thing," she teased him. She watched him slide his finger over her thigh.“I'm still fucking wet from this morning." He hissed.Before she could say a word, Mason walked into the room. He had gone to the gym. He dropped his bag quickly and didn't flinch when he saw what they were doing. It was normal to him.“You both started without me, huh? " he asked, placing his hand over her hips.
Ella Hartley heard the familiar sound of the delivery truck pulling up.He was right on time.She moved to the front window of her quiet suburban home, pretending to adjust the curtains. But her eyes were on him.Sully Rivera stepped out of the truck, tall and solid in his navy uniform. His muscular forearms looked like they could lift more than just Amazon boxes.For a mailman, He moved with some kind of easy confidence that she would never expect a mailman to have and for Ella, that meant he had to pack down there. Only a man with a good cock and terrible job could move with as much confidence as Sully did.Ella had only exchanged a few words with him since she moved back after her divorce, but she knew his name, his schedule and how good he looked carrying packages. She stalked him so hard she started to send mail to herself
Everywhere was dark. I had no idea where I was. My eyes were tied with blindfolds, but I knew I was sold off to an alpha king to pay off my step-parent's debts.I felt nothing but hate for my step parents, selling me off to the cruel Alpha king, Tristen, like I meant nothing to them. They had no conscience. I cried and wailed before I arrived at Alpha King's bedroom. No one listened, no one pitied me.My mind battled the thought of how cruel this Alpha king could be, or how he looked. Was he a monster? Everyone talked so highly of him, but I had never set eyes on him.I heard the door open and started to fidget on the bed. “Who's there?”I asked, scared as I wrapped my hands around my legs.Someone climbed into bed, and I couldn't see who it was. Suddenly, the blindfolds came off. My gaze fell on the mighty frame of a man in front of her, his chest bare. He was