Elon Musk の小説・ストーリー

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

She licks her swollen lips, eyes glassy with tears and pure filthy delight, then dips her head lower without missing a beat. Her hot tongue drags slowly over my balls, teasing the tight skin before she sucks one into her mouth with a soft, hungry hum. The vibration shoots straight up my spine. I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood, fighting the groan clawing its way out of my throat. “—regarding the quarterly projections, sir. Should I have finance send those over as well?” Musk’s voice drones on, professional and completely unaware that my little menace is currently worshipping my balls like they’re her favorite fucking treat.

Dennis rested his back against the table as he began. "The origin of Item 13 goes back to a man named Ernest Ruskin..." Ernest Ruskin was a chemical engineer who lived in Moscow during the time of the Soviet Union. He was closely in association with the government at that time and worked as lead scientist on a number of projects for them, including one codenamed Prevoskhda. The project was aimed at creating a weapon that would have the capability to cause irreparable damage to the enemy at just one strike and thus, gift the Soviet Union swift victory in battle.