She lets out a hoarse cry as her body tenses and convulses around you, milking every last drop of your cum from your cock. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms. You feel the weight of her head against your shoulder as she catches her breath, her chest still heaving with each labored gasp.

Finally, she pulls away slightly, looking up at you with a self-satisfied smile on her face. "That," she says quietly, "

"That was satisfying," she says, nodding slowly. "But if you think you can keep up with me..." She pauses, arching an eyebrow invitingly. "...I guess we'll find out."

She leans forward and kisses your neck before sliding off of your lap and onto the floorboard beside you. Her legs are spread wide, revealing her still-damp thong as she reaches back to rub herself, teasing herself even further. "Come on," she murmurs. "

Her lips curve up into a predatory smile as she leans in closer to him. "I'm glad you have, Anthony. It means we might be able to work together...in more ways than one." She trails her fingers lightly across his thigh, watching the effect it has on him.

"You know," she continues, lowering her voice even further, "I've always wondered what would have happened if your parents had never gotten together..." Her gaze flickers down to his crotch before meeting his eyes again. "...

Her laugh is low and seductive as she shakes her head. "Oh no, dear. I was much too focused on your father back then." She takes another sip of wine before leaning in closer still. "But now that you're all grown up...well, let's just say I'm finding it very hard to keep my eyes off you." Her hand slides higher up his thigh, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin at the apex of his legs.

"

"Oh, come now," she purrs, leaning in even closer. "Don't you want to hurt them the way they hurt me? The way they ruined my life?" Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking across your jawline. "I can make it worth your while... and I promise you'll have fun doing it."

Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of weakness or desire. "What do you say, Lean? Do we have a deal?"

Amused by your boldness and determination to bargain, Vanessa smirks before standing up and taking off her jacket. "Fine," she says as she hangs it on the back of a chair, revealing a tight black dress underneath. "Come here." She beckons you closer with a finger, leading you over to the bed.

Once there, she pushes you down onto your back and climbs on top of you, her body weight pressing into yours.

She leans in close and whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "I hope it was worth it for you too." Then, with a small smile playing on her lips, she walks out of the room and disappears down the hallway, leaving you feeling used and confused about what just happened.

You wake up the next morning to find Vanessa's note beside your pillow: "Meet me for breakfast at 10 in the hotel restaurant. I have something important to discuss with you." The date and time are written in her elegant cursive, her phone number included below it.

She gasps softly as your hand finds its way to her thigh, and a dark fire blazes in her eyes. "Yes," she says huskily, "I want that too." Her fingers curl around the hem of her blouse, tugging it up over her head to reveal an enticing expanse of creamy skin and a lacy black bra. She unbuttons your shirt next, baring your chest to the cool air.

Vanessa leans in closer still, their bodies pressed together from breast to hip.

Her gaze meets yours, intense and unyielding. "I love it," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "And I want to taste every drop you have." She kisses you deeply, her tongue dancing against your own as her hands roam across your chest and stomach.

Their bodies grind together, seeking connection in the most primal way possible. As they break apart for air, Vanessa's eyes search yours, daring you to refuse what she's offering.

Her hand continues to stroke him as she deep-throats every last drop of his cum, swallowing greedily until he's completely spent. She smiles up at him, her eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "Mmm," she hums, licking her lips. "That was delicious."

With a final squeeze, she releases him from her mouth, her free hand reaching up to cup his cheek once more. "Are you ready for dessert?"

Vanessa smiles wickedly and leans in, pressing her body against his as she whispers into his ear, "Then follow me..." She takes his hand and leads him out of the stall, glancing around to make sure they're still alone before pushing open the women's restroom door. Once outside, Vanessa guides Daevon through the empty hallways until they reach a maintenance closet with a small cot in one corner.