Brianna Dawson, known as Brianna the Bitch in certain underground circles, was not a woman to be trifled with. Beneath the sharp glint in her emerald eyes raged a fire that could melt steel or anyone who dared to get too close. Her deep crimson lips were a paradox, soft and inviting one moment, then curled into a snarl the next. One never knew which side of her they would meet.
She sat at the sleek black marble bar, sipping her dirty martini and watching. Her unrelenting gaze scanned the Thursday night crowd with predatory precision, waiting for her prey. This time around, her mark was David Lennox, the golden boy CEO with a tech empire and too much money to notice when some went missing.
She had spotted him when he entered the club, his handsome face immediately surrounded by several admiring faces. Brianna studied his moves as he smiled at a blonde who thought she might be this evening’s conquest, only to turn away mid-sentence and move on to more promising prospects when someone else caught his eye.
Perfect.
Men like Lennox always overestimated their importance, and they never saw her coming until it was too late.
With casual grace, Brianna slipped from the barstool and weaved through the crowd, always keeping him in sight but remaining just out of view. The long red silk dress clung to her as if it were a second skin, hugging the curves of her hips and the full swell of her breasts, the neckline plunging just enough to tease without revealing all her secrets.
When he settled into a secluded booth with a brunette whispering in his ear, she made her move. She waited just for the right moment - when his attention seemed focused on charming yet another unfortunate nobody - before sauntering over and bumping into him.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry,” she gasped, flashing an apologetic smile that made even the uninterested stop and stare.
Lennox glanced up, a flicker of annoyance on his face that quickly gave way to curiosity. “No problem,” he said, already brushing off the brunette next to him with a kind of effortless charm that Brianna couldn’t help but find somewhat impressive.
“Let me get you a drink to make up for it,” Brianna suggested, noticing the quick signal he gave to the server. Just a few moments later, a fancy bottle of their priciest champagne showed up.
The cork popped with a muted explosion, the sound swallowed by the club’s thumping bass, and the golden liquid cascaded into the delicate flutes the server had provided. She reached for a glass, her fingers brushing against his as she handed it to him. He didn’t pull away, and that was all the invitation she needed.
“To unplanned encounters,” she said, raising her glass. Her voice carried a sultry undertone, just enough to pique his interest without sounding forced.
“And to making the most of them,” he replied, clinking his glass against hers.
There was confidence in his gaze, which suggested he thought he had the upper hand. But Brianna knew better. She had studied men like him, men who thrived on control, on being the puppeteer in every interaction. They never believed that a woman could play their game better than they ever would, and that’s why they didn’t stand a chance against her.
She leaned in, the neckline of her dress dipping just enough to capture his attention. “So, what brings someone like you to a place like this?” The question was vague enough to let him take it anywhere he wanted, and so he did.
He smirked, taking a sip of his champagne before answering. “Maybe I’m looking for something… unexpected. Something that doesn’t come with a boardroom and a PowerPoint presentation.” His gaze drifted down to her lips, then back to her eyes, the implication clear.
“And what makes you think you’ll find that here?”
He turned his head, his lips almost grazing hers. “I think I already have.”
She pulled back, her smile widening into something playful. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But do you always get what you want?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. “And I think tonight won’t be an exception.”
The challenge in his voice was clear, and Brianna was amused. Men like Lennox were always so predictable, so blind to the fact that they were playing into her hands. She reached out, her hand touching his thigh, just above the knee. It was a touch that was almost innocent, but not quite.
“Oh,” she said softly. “I think you might be surprised.”
“Does that mean you’re leaving?”
“No. I’m right where I want to be.”
In silence, she listened as Lennox talked about himself with the kind of self-assuredness only immeasurable wealth could cultivate. After the initial flirting stage, he didn’t bother asking what she did or why she was in town; men like him never did, too busy hearing their voices inside their heads.
Perfect again.
As she feigned coyness and laughed at all the right moments, her mind raced with thoughts of how she’d handle things once she had him. Hypnosis? Humiliation? A bit of both? All ideas were tempting and within reach.
When they left together, his arm draped around her waist, no one paid any heed to where they were heading or what that meant for his future.
Brianna smiled. By morning, Lennox would know what it meant; by then, he wouldn’t even remember his name if she didn’t want him to.
“How about we go to my place?” Lennox murmured against her ear, his breath warm and impatient. He turned to guide her toward a flashy sports car parked out front, but the temptress had other ideas.
“Mmm, that sounds fun,” she purred, slowing her steps just enough to make him work for it. “But I’d rather go somewhere I know. It’s not that far from here, and I promise we won’t be disturbed.” 
He thought about it for a moment, weighing his desire against his pride. At last, he flashed his white smile once more and signaled for her to lead the way.
Brianna’s heels clicked on the pavement. Lennox stayed close, eyes alight with intrigue and desire.
“Are you sure it’s private?” He let his fingers trail down her arm as they walked, an obvious anticipation in his touch. “I do have a reputation to keep.”
“Trust me,” she said with a sultry laugh. “No one will find you there.”
They stopped beside a midnight blue motorcycle, a sleek machine that purred like a wild animal waiting to be unleashed.
“Get on,” she commanded, tossing him a helmet before swinging onto the bike with effortless grace.
Lennox hesitated only a moment, clearly not accustomed to being directed, and then settled behind her, his hands encircling her waist. She revved the engine, feeling the thrill of control as he pressed closer.
The city blurred into streaks of neon and shadows as they tore through the streets. A cold wind whipped around them while Brianna wove through traffic, her laughter wild and unfettered above the roar of the engine.
They reached a towering high-rise and slipped into an underground parking garage. Lennox’s pulse throbbed with adrenaline from the ride and something more primal—something he didn’t quite recognize but was eager to chase all the same.
She led him to an elevator with mirrored walls and gold finishes that screamed exclusivity. As the doors closed behind them, she leaned back against him.
“You look like you could use another drink,” she teased, glancing at their reflection where they stood, entwined.
“How about I pour you one on the balcony?” he suggested, the offer more of a demand than a request.
“If you’re lucky,” Brianna whispered as the elevator climbed higher and higher until it opened on the fiftieth floor.
They stepped into a quiet corridor lined with deep red carpet and modern art as expensive as it was abstract. Brianna’s footsteps were silken this time, leading him straight into her perfectly baited web without even a hint of hesitation.
She swiped a card through an unmarked door, which swung open ahead of them. The smell of leather and luxury filled the dim room beyond; inside were low couches in exquisite disarray and bottles sitting unopened like promises yet fulfilled. Lennox grinned and pulled her in after him.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Brianna said, her voice a perfect balance of suggestion and command. “I’m just going to slip into something more... appropriate.” Her eyes glinted as she disappeared behind a sliding panel, leaving Lennox amid the plush decadence.
He took a leisurely look around, running his hand over the smooth leather of the couch before sinking into it. His anticipation was palpable, feeding off the thrill of conquest and the promise of something different for a change.
Minutes seemed to drag on as he grew more impatient, each second filled with anticipation. He poured himself a glass from the nearby bottle, the champagne fizzing just as much as his excitement for what was about to transpire.
Finally, Brianna emerged with theatrical flair, clad head-to-toe in sleek black leather that hugged her form like a second skin. Intricate straps crisscrossed her body, and glinting metal accents sparkled under the dim light, catching it like wicked jewels. She paused, letting the moment speak for itself, and watched his eyes widen in delighted astonishment, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slow, appreciative smile.
“Do you like what you see?” she purred, tapping a riding crop against her thigh with a slow, measured rhythm.
Lennox opened his mouth and closed it again, words failing him as he took her in. Then he laughed, an indistinct sound full of disbelief and newfound intrigue.
“You’re full of surprises.”
“Oh, you have no idea!” Brianna said, advancing on him with predatory grace. Each sway of her hips seemed calculated to enthrall. “Shall we play?”
Lennox’s composure surged back with an eager rush, like a tide reclaiming the shore. He spread his arms wide along the back of the couch, exuding a confidence that teetered on the brink of arrogance. His eyes gleamed with a playful challenge as he declared, “I’ve never been one to back down from a game.”
“Good,” she murmured as she came closer. “I like my toys to be... spirited.”
He didn’t flinch when she straddled his lap or when the crop grazed his cheek, a teasing caress that promised so much more. The adrenaline from the exhilarating ride still coursed through his veins, now mixed with fascination and lust so intense it almost blinded him to everything else.
Almost.
“How about I pour you another drink?” Lennox suggested again, trying to regain some control even as his pulse quickened at her touch.
“Later,” Brianna said, catching his wrists with sudden ferocity before he could move. “I have other plans for you first.”
His smile was electric; this was what he hadn’t realized he’d been longing for.
She secured his arms above him with silk bindings that had appeared as if by magic - and perhaps they had! - and watched as curiosity turned into dawning apprehension upon Lennox’s face.
“Let’s see how long you last,” Brianna taunted, stepping back just enough to savor each shift in his expression: pleasure, surprise, uncertainty—all exquisitely raw and hers to manipulate.
Lennox pulled against his silken restraints, then froze when she pressed close again; there was no mistaking now who held all the power here. Still grinning but less sure than before, he watched her as she circled him.
The first swat fell across his chest, the leather kiss of the crop tasting his skin and leaving red in its wake. Lennox took a quick breath, the surprise quickly turning into a craving he could feel deep within. Brianna acted with careful intent, her every touch tracing over his legs and thighs, gauging his increasing desire with each intentional movement. She observed as the tension rose and his muscles grew tense, his body responding to instincts he hadn’t realized were there.
“Enjoying yourself?” she purred.
“More than I…” he began, but his words trailed off into a groan as the crop grazed him between the legs, sending a shockwave throughout his body.
She could see it now, that moment when resistance turned into surrender. Lennox’s eyes darkened with need; his breath came uneven as he tried hard not to gasp.
Brianna chuckled at his struggle, then paused mid-strike, leaning close enough for him to feel the heat of her but just far enough for him to ache with longing.
“Beg for it,” she coaxed, her lips brushing his ear.
She held herself above him until anticipation became unbearable, one torturous second stretching into eternity before granting him release: she unzipped her suit slowly, the sound filling the room like a promise, and let it fall open. Firm breasts spilled free, their perfection almost unreal in the dim light; they moved like life itself as she shrugged the leather aside.
Lennox’s resistance shattered then. The flush creeping across his face spoke more than begging ever could have; he looked almost undone by it all: pain and pleasure tangled together. 
Brianna drank it in—the triumph of having him tremble under her power—and knew he’d already given more than even he realized. Yet she wanted everything.
And then some.
With deft hands, she freed him from the silken bonds; he didn’t move to reclaim control but stayed where she’d left him: stretched out beneath this new god he hadn’t known existed until now.
“You can touch,” Brianna allowed as if offering salvation from on high.
This time, when Lennox laughed, it was different—reverent rather than defiant—as though suddenly realizing worship might be addictive after all.
His fingers found her skin, tracing the softness as if memorizing terrain foreign yet somehow familiar. She arched against him while he reacquainted himself, inch by painstaking inch, with all the sensations now within his grasp.
In the beginning, Lennox didn’t notice—too absorbed by bliss to hear even the words she breathed into him. Gentle commands laced themselves into each gasp and exhalation.
“Relax,” she whispered. Her voice was both a lullaby and a spider’s web, and he was falling into both.
His hands slowed as if they were already drifting, his touch reduced to an unsteady caress. The ferocity in his eyes began to dim.
“Surrender,” Brianna murmured, watching his resistance melt like snow in spring light.
Lennox blinked heavily; the room swirled with heady warmth, and colors bled together, softening the edges of his consciousness. Her words pulled at him more surely than any silken bindings ever could.
“Soon, you’re going to sleep for me. I’m going to count you down from ten to zero, and when I reach zero, your soul will unravel before me, and you’ll be receptive to everything I say.”
The command was a whisper wrapped around a promise, and he sank beneath it. His whole body became liquid under her spell as all tension washed away.
“Ten,” she began.
Lennox’s eyelids fluttered, caught in the precarious space between awareness and submission. His protests were feeble breaths of sound.
“Nine.” 
She cradled his head. His muscles slackened further; he was pliant beneath her, raw desire softening into something far more malleable. Her voice cocooned him.
“Eight.” 
Brianna’s lips trailed heated paths along his neck and cheek. The world dissolved into sensation. He breathed her in like an opiate, drowning in mesmeric bliss.
“Seven.” 
She marveled at the change flickering across his face—a dreamer drifting and slipping further and further away from his conscious self. Lennox shifted as though weightless, each second deepening his trance and her mastery over him. Her words claimed him.
“Six,” Brianna murmured, her breath warm against his jawline.
“Five,” she followed quickly, leaving no room for doubt or escape.
He was liquid heat under her, suspended just above waking oblivion as the urge to obey grew stronger and stronger.
“Four.”
His hands fell from where they touched her to rest at his sides like gifts relinquished.
“Three.” 
Her smile was pure seduction and triumph. His pulse slowed; thoughts became memories and then faded until only instinct remained, and a desire to follow wherever she led.
“Two.”
He felt like he was floating in the pause between heartbeats, and the universe was dying out. The last flicker of resistance dimmed and vanished.
“One.”
The final number hung in the air like a teasing promise before Brianna spoke again:
“Zero.”
Lennox exhaled softly, more a release than a sigh. His lips parted with a surrender that would have been complete if not for the mischief still ghosting around their edges—a hint of spirit she would always find incorrigible. His lids opened just enough for her to see glazed pupils, barely conscious but already compliant.
Her laugh rang out like bells over water; it was exhilaration freed from all restraint. “You’re mine now,” Brianna declared with playful authority, relishing how even those words made him stir to please her.
“When you wake up,” she continued, watching him breathe evenly beneath the trance she’d wrapped him in, “you’ll be even more devoted than before.”
She adjusted her position on her newfound prize; he didn’t flinch or resist but moved smoothly, like liquid under glass. Every movement of his body signaled his acceptance: a willing subject under her control.
Her fingers traced along his still wrists, sliding down his relaxed arms until they reached his waist. With a swift motion, the buttons popped off, clattering like echoes on the wooden floor. Beneath, his flawless skin awaited her touch, a realm she hadn’t claimed yet but knew was destined to be hers.
Brianna leaned back against Lennox’s chest, feeling the warmth of his muscles barely moving. She savored not only her current victory but also the promise of future unspoken devotion, an empire of power that grew more enticing with each moment of surrender.
“Slave,” she instructed, drawing out the word with such luxuriant precision that it became both fetter and benediction. “You’re going to worship my pussy and my tits until you can’t think of anything else.”
He felt himself respond to her presence again, each breath quickening like the fluttering of moths against a window. Her words penetrated deeper than he expected, settling in his mind beyond conscious thought, leaving only his instincts and her desires to guide him.
“Each time I call you slave,” Brianna smiled, savoring the sound of his obedience already unfolding, “you’ll want me more than ever. You can’t resist this, so give in to me.” 
A new and intense craving coursed through his mind and body. Lennox moved eagerly, as if experiencing everything anew; his hands roamed over familiar spots with an urgent desire to take in every aspect of her. His tongue slid across her breasts, circling gently before closing around the erect tips. The soft gasp she let out was almost instinctive, a delightful surprise, and she followed it with laughter that encouraged him even more.
Fingers intertwined fiercely through his tousled hair; she guided him lower, her touch commanding yet tender, until his breath became a hot whisper cascading over her bare skin. He followed her lead without delay or hesitation, and Brianna marveled at how effortlessly he surrendered to her wishes, like it was a dance they both knew by heart.
“You’ll always do as I say, won’t you, slave?”
Lennox’s response was silent, but each shuddering exhalation spoke volumes about how completely she had captured his heart. His mouth parted against the firm, tense surface of her abdomen, then journeyed further down, delving into the depths of fervent adoration.
Brianna shuddered as Lennox’s tongue found her most intimate place. His fervent licks and suckles sent bolts of pleasure racing through her body, more intense than anything she had ever felt before. She gripped his hair tighter, holding him in place, and urging him on.
“Yes,” Brianna breathed out between ragged gasps. “Just like that. Worship me with your mouth, slave.”
Her hips undulated, grinding herself against Lennox’s face as he pleasured her. Uninhibited moans spilled from her lips, a raw symphony of abandonment and bliss.
Lennox groaned against her slick folds, the vibrations adding to the exquisite torture he put her through. He could feel her pulsing and tightening around his probing tongue - signs of an impending climax that only spurred him to redouble his efforts.
“Don’t stop,” Brianna whimpered, teetering on the precipice. “Don’t you fucking dare to stop!”
Her thighs clenched around Lennox’s head as the first wave crashed over her. Brianna screamed in ecstasy, shuddering as intense contractions wracked her convulsing core. Impaled on Lennox’s frenetic tongue, she rode out each crest and ebb, reveling in the absolute surrender that threatened to overwhelm her.
As the tremors slowly subsided, Brianna slumped back, spent yet glowing. The haze of post-orgasmic euphoria softened the wicked gleam in her eyes when she gazed down at Lennox.
“That was perfect,” she praised. “Such a good little obedient slave.”
She smoothed back his disheveled hair with a touch that was almost affectionate, her fingers lingering for a moment before she massaged her lips coated in the remnants of their shared passion. The tangy, intoxicating taste of herself on him ignited a fresh wave of arousal, intensifying her desire once more.
“You’ll never forget my boobs or my pussy,” she murmured. “And they will always own your mind from now on.”
Lennox nodded, still in a trance for her.
“When you wake up tomorrow,” she whispered, “you’ll love being called slave even more than today.”
He lay beside her, their breaths mingling gently, and in a sleepy murmur, he agreed. Then, he surrendered to sleep, drifting into dreams where Brianna reigned supreme, a goddess over his mind and body.

* * *

Lennox stirred from his trance, blinking slowly as consciousness crept back in. The memories of their encounter flooded his mind - her touch, her taste, the exquisite sensations still tingling across his skin. He smiled, indulging in a renewed sense of adoration and devotion. The only thing he didn’t remember was following her to the bedroom, but he didn’t need to.
Beside him, Brianna stretched, her nude curves enticing even in repose. Lennox’s gaze lingered over every dip and swell, eager to worship at the altar of her body once more. As if sensing his fervent scrutiny, Brianna rolled towards him with a smirk playing about her lips.
“Trying to memorize every inch of me already?” she teased. 
“How can I not?” Lennox countered. “When you taste so divine, when surrendering to your touch is the sweetest torture imaginable? I’ll never get enough of you.” 
Brianna purred at his ardent declaration. “Such a good slave,” she cooed, reaching out to trail teasing fingertips down Lennox’s bare chest. “Always so obedient and eager to please.” 
She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist and revealing the glorious expanse of her breasts. Lennox licked his lips, transfixed by the dusky peaks already hardening under his heated gaze. “I think my tits want some worship this morning,” Brianna said, cupping them and offering them forth like a feast for Lennox’s eyes and mouth. 
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, scooting up until he could take one rosy bud between his lips. He circled it with the tip of his tongue before suckling gently. Brianna threaded her fingers through Lennox’s hair as he lavished attention on each mound. Gasps and sighs slipped from her parted lips as he ministered to them so devotedly.
“That’s it,” she said. “Make love to my breasts until I’m dripping wet for you again.” Lennox groaned against her silken flesh, relishing how responsive she was to even his lightest touch.
With every shaky breath he took, he became aroused once more. When Brianna finally pulled away with a regretful pout, both of them were breathless and filled with renewed desire. She positioned herself on his hips with deliberate intention.
“Can you feel what you’ve done to me?” she asked huskily as she rubbed herself along the rigid length of him. “How desperately I want your cock inside me?” Lennox shuddered violently at the slick friction gliding over him so temptingly. His voice emerged strangled with lust: “Yes, Mistress... please... I ache for you, too.” With tantalizing slowness that left them both trembling on the cusp of madness, Brianna lowered herself onto Lennox’s straining erection until they were intimately joined once more.
Lennox surrendered wholly to the ecstasy of being seated deep within Brianna’s fluttering sheath as she began to ride him with sensual undulations, sending sparks zigzagging under his skin. He grasped her waist as an anchor against the tempest threatening to sweep him away, but she batted his hands away impatiently.
“Deeper, slave,” she purred. “You’re going deeper for me now.”
Brianna rocked her hips urgently, plunging Lennox’s throbbing cock inside her. The exquisite friction erased any remaining vestiges of the night’s drowsiness, leaving only rising choruses of breathy gasps and groaned expletives floating between them. “Yes, Mistress!” Lennox choked out as she expertly milked him. “Fuck! Brianna!! I can’t...” 
“You will,” she commanded, her voice quivering even as she stamped each word with authority. “You’ll fuck me harder than you’ve ever wanted anything before.” 
Lennox gave a strangled shout as newfound strength poured through him, some reservoir tapped by her dominance flooding his coiled muscles with fresh power. He surged up to meet her increasingly frenetic thrusts, driving into her welcoming heat with abandon. “So good,” she whimpered between harsh pants. “Fuck me like you need it. Harder now! You must obey me.” 
Lost to rapture, he pounded her willing body without restraint until his world narrowed to the relentless pounding of their sweaty flesh against each other and their mingled cries of unrestrained desire ringing in his ears. 
“Yes, Mistress!” Lennox keened desperately. “I’m going to please you! I’m yours! All yours!” 
“Not yet...” Brianna gasped out. “You don’t come until I do first! Understand?” 
“Ye,s Mistress! Anything for you!” Lennox exclaimed fervently as he thrust himself with fervor into her quivering center, his movements intense and rhythmic. Each powerful surge brought them closer to the edge, his body moving with a primal urgency. Brianna’s muscles tightened around him with a possessive grip, her inner walls undulating and gripping him with a fervent intensity. She drew every drop of his release, holding him captive within her as she spasmed uncontrollably around him. Her body shuddered violently, a cascade of shivers running through her as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure once more.
“Good slave. Now sleep!” she snapped her fingers and Lennox’s eyes snapped shut as he leaked cum all over his legs.
Brianna gazed down at Lennox’s prone form, draped across the rumpled sheets, his chest rising and falling with the deep rhythms of slumber. A satisfied smile curled her lips as she raked her eyes over the spatter of pearly essence decorating his thighs - evidence of his complete surrender to her whims. Rising languidly from the tangle of limbs, Brianna stretched like a cat luxuriating in the sun’s warmth.
The renewed soreness in her muscles was a delightful reminder of their passionate coupling. She padded nude to the bathroom, hips swaying subtly. Cool water soothed her heated skin as it cascaded over her in steaming rivulets. Brianna relished the satisfying ache between her legs, stoking perverse pride in having wrung every drop of pleasure from Lennox just as he had from her.
Toweling herself dry, she reapplied a slick of alluring perfume along the valley of her breasts and wrists before venturing back into the bedroom. Lennox lay exactly as she’d left him, peaceful features relaxed in repose. Unable to resist a final playful torturing, Brianna perched on the edge of the mattress and gathered some cum-streaked sheets in one dainty fist. Bunching up the fabric until it formed a crude cock-sock, she proceeded to gently stroke Lennox from root to tip using the makeshift sheath. He slept on obliviously, unaware of how his longevity would soon be put to further test...
With an impish grin, Brianna continued her fiendish ministrations, stroking Lennox’s cock with gossamer touches until it swelled and strained against the soft confines of the cum-swaddled fabric. She paused occasionally to delicately lap the glistening droplets from his slit with kittenish licks, savoring the salty muskiness of his arousal.
“I hope you like this, slave,” she grinned.
As she was about to put the finishing touches on her humiliating canvas, her cell phone sprang to life.
The phone’s harsh trill startled Lennox awake with a gasp. Blinking groggily, he found himself still sprawled across the tangled sheets, every muscle screeching in protest from Brianna’s rigorous attention. As his wits collected, hazy memories of their incendiary lovemaking slotted into place, rekindling the embers of desire low in his belly.
“Go back to sleep, slave. I’m not done with you yet!” and as quickly as he awoke, he plunged deep into trance again.
Brianna snatched her vibrating phone and smirked. It was Ava, a friend, a rival, and also a hypnotic vixen like her.
“Good morning. To what do I owe the displeasure?” she laughed.
“Hey, slut!” Ava replied. “Still having fun with Mr. CEO?”
“How did you know? Are you keeping tabs on me now?”
“Relax, it’s not like that. I was at the club yesterday too, but of course you didn’t see me.”
“Sorry, I was having too much fun hunting. Did you snag anyone, too?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re going to tell me who it was.” Brianna prompted impatiently, rolling her eyes at Ava’s coy teasing. She couldn’t help but be intrigued, though - her friend rarely failed to ensnare a tempting prey item of her own during their nocturnal hijinks at Hellfire. “Come on, don’t keep me in suspense!”
“So there I was, eyeing this delectable redhead across the dancefloor,” Ava began, her voice rich with indulgent amusement. “Young, fresh meat ripe for the picking.”
Brianna snorted derisively. “Typecasting much? Don’t tell me you went for another starry-eyed ingenue.”
“Of course not. Why would I when Mrs. Angelina Davies showed up at the front entrance?”
“The pharmaceutical tycoon? You didn’t!” Brianna gasped.
“I did. She’s tied up in my dungeon right now. Completely pliant, like the obedient plaything she is.” Ava purred.
“Mmm, lovely…” Brianna purred. “Why don’t you bring her over? I’m sure Lennox would love to watch us together.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Ava hummed. “See you soon.”
Brianna clicked off with an anticipatory shiver. Rivulets of cool sweat trickled down her back as she padded naked to the windows, not bothering with clothes. She peered down at the glittering city below and smirked.
Lennox stirred lightly on the bed, shifting against the silken sheets tangled around his sleeping form. His skin was flushed and dewy from exertion, chest rising and falling steadily as he drifted in that liminal space between waking and dreams.
Brianna drank in the sight of him lasciviously - how debauched he looked splayed out like a pagan sacrifice, cock still dripping with their mingled spendings. An unbidden shudder rippled through her at the memory of their frenzied coupling, of how he’d begged for her mercy as she rode him through climax after climax.
Perching on the edge of the mattress, Brianna trailed feather-light fingertips along Lennox’s sweat-dampened torso. He sighed at her touch but didn’t stir further from slumber. 
Having fun with millionaires never got old, and with Ava coming over, the fun was only getting started. She stroked his sleepy cock and waited for the fun to begin anew.

The End (?)