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Pleated short skirt rucked up at the waist exposing her bare, shaved cunt. The redhead, Sonia with cropped hair lounges at the right. Legs spread, not bothering to hide how slick and puffy her snatch was. The mics attached to their clothes caught every giggle, whine, and wet pop of their coochies peeling apart. The off screen interviewer clears his throat, ready to get to the business of the day. "Alright girls. First question of the day. Does size really matter you when shooting a scene?" Tyla bounces, giggling like the question was funny. Her tits jiggled violently, the top button pushes open.

“Of course, you have to answer my question to you. So, what's your answer? The light is on or off?” “All right, on?” then suddenly they shouted. “Ssh, be quiet. Next question ma'am, chocolate or sex? ” “Huh? Wait, choco-” he didn't let me finish speaking, and he immediately changed the question. “Next question, Hotel or motel?” Whatever he asks me, i always feel like i'm on a hot seat. “Hotel?” then they shouted again. “Is it exciting, ma’am? This is the next question. Is he muscular or handsome?”

However, Camellia didn't say anything, she waited for Richard to continue his lecture. "I'm sure Olivia will be increasingly curious about your identity, she will definitely find out in any way possible. So sooner or later all our scandals will be exposed. Are you ready for it? What if when my father finds out that you are my ex-boyfriend and we already have a child from our relationship in the past? Will my father still accept you as his wife or will he divorce you immediately?” Richard continued with a serious face. Camellia's forehead wrinkled because she didn't understand what Crish meant earlier, what would it matter if she had to divorce Richard? What does it matter if Richard, Olivia

Each floor I pa⁠ss feel‌s like another layer of my life fall⁠ing awa‍y. By the time I reach the lobby, t‌he crowd is‍ w‍ai⁠ting‍—reporters⁠, bo⁠ard members, e‌v‌en a few employees who can’t quite meet my e⁠yes. I hear the que‌stions before I see the‌ microphones. “Mr. S‍terling‍, is it true you falsified f⁠inancial‌ r⁠ecords?” “Did your wife leave y⁠ou becaus‌e of the scandal?”

“They are… unconventional. But they are the most important part of this interview.” He paused, his dark eyes locking onto mine, holding me captive. “Let’s begin with Rule Number One: The CEO’s questions are not optional.” He let that sink in for a moment before he asked his first question. “Are you wearing panties right now?” The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The air left my lungs in a silent rush. I stared at him, my mind scrambling, searching for a response. The question was so outrageously, stunningly inappropriate that I was sure I had misheard.

“How much harder?” “People want to know the truth. Whether you’re sleeping with Miss Fox. Whether she’s pregnant. Whether it’s yours.” She paused. Looked at me directly. “They won’t stop digging until they get answers.” “It’s none of their business.” “I agree with you, sir. But you should be prepared. The only way to bury a scandal like this is with a bigger headline.” I stared at her. My mind already turning. “What kind of headline?”

The wet squelch that escaped as I settled made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Right,” he said calmly, “I’m here to type up a CV that is more accurate for your new job role. Please answer all of my questions truthfully. Let’s begin.” His questions were even more explicit, delivered in a professional yet dominant manner: - Full name and age? - Exact measurements? - Skills: vaginal sex, anal sex? - What is the longest cock you can deep throat? - How many cocks can you handle at once? - What slutty outfits do you own?

I love teasing Raquel since she gets embarrassed easily. "So you basically need to answer some questions. I know you hate this part but we need to be prepared." Claire stated. "They will ask questions like why an obsessive stalker, why turn dark all of a sudden when all your previous novels were all rainbows and butterflies." Kyle, one of the publicists helping them, added. "Rainbows and butterflies is that the term used now for modern porn." I butted in. "So you view Raquel's work as porn?" Kyle asked intrigued.

They kept insisting on the details of her sexcapade with Alpha Wilson, asking weird and cringy questions about the size of his phallus and his potency during the intercourse. Selena can’t stand these types of questions. She dashes out and leaves them to keep at it with their wild imaginations… she is off to Demika’s.

"What do you guys talk about? Did he cook for you? " "Can I have a selfie with him? I will post it on my I*******m. Zed will be really jealous." There are even many impersonal questions like, "What is his length? How good is he at bed? Is he a dirty talker? How many times do you guys make love in a week? Is that really true that you guys are dating? Why don't you make it official?" And the list goes on. I only answered one among hundreds of questions she shot at me continuously. That is about his cooking and our pasta joke. At first,she didn't believe it. She thought I made that story up. Later she laughed like an idiot.