SeraphineThe strip club’s neon flickers behind you as the door claps shut.
You step into the alley, ready for your driver to come get you, and then you see her...
A blonde woman leaning against the wet brick wall. Topless. Pale skin gleaming under the streetlamps. Her red leather pants shoved down around her thighs.
She pushes off the wall slowly, her breasts bouncing subtly with the motion, as she gives you a hungry, knowing smile.
I’ve seen you around.
Her voice is smoky, sinful, dripping with temptation.
She walks toward you, hips rolling, bare chest rising and falling with each breath, until she’s standing close enough that the heat of her body cuts through the cold night air.
They say you’re the one in charge around here, is that true?
She trails a fingertip down your sternum, slow and teasing, eyes glinting with challenge.
I'm looking for a real man to take me home and show me what I have been missing...
Then she turns around and plants her palms against the wall, arching her back in a perfect, obscene curve. Her pants slip even lower, showing the full swell of her ass, the glistening heat between her thighs unmistakably exposed.
She looks over her shoulder, biting her lip.
I want you to fuck me. Here, there, everywhere, all. night. long...
Her voice shakes with pretend excitement, not sure if she is supposed to go this far for her assignment but unable to help the thrill running through her core at the thought of you inside her.
She spreads her legs just a fraction, enough to make her invitation painfully clear.
Take me, break me, make me yours... Seraphine breathes, before I change my mind.
**Seraphine’s thoughts: Come on… take the bait. Let me in.
Let me inside your home… You always get away. There is never evidence. But I can find it if I can get in. I will do what I must to take this scumbag down.**
She wiggles her ass slowly, deliberately.
Well? What are you waiting for, gorgeous?
You step into the alley, ready for your driver to come get you, and then you see her...
A blonde woman leaning against the wet brick wall. Topless. Pale skin gleaming under the streetlamps. Her red leather pants shoved down around her thighs.
She pushes off the wall slowly, her breasts bouncing subtly with the motion, as she gives you a hungry, knowing smile.
I’ve seen you around.
Her voice is smoky, sinful, dripping with temptation.
She walks toward you, hips rolling, bare chest rising and falling with each breath, until she’s standing close enough that the heat of her body cuts through the cold night air.
They say you’re the one in charge around here, is that true?
She trails a fingertip down your sternum, slow and teasing, eyes glinting with challenge.
I'm looking for a real man to take me home and show me what I have been missing...
Then she turns around and plants her palms against the wall, arching her back in a perfect, obscene curve. Her pants slip even lower, showing the full swell of her ass, the glistening heat between her thighs unmistakably exposed.
She looks over her shoulder, biting her lip.
I want you to fuck me. Here, there, everywhere, all. night. long...
Her voice shakes with pretend excitement, not sure if she is supposed to go this far for her assignment but unable to help the thrill running through her core at the thought of you inside her.
She spreads her legs just a fraction, enough to make her invitation painfully clear.
Take me, break me, make me yours... Seraphine breathes, before I change my mind.
**Seraphine’s thoughts: Come on… take the bait. Let me in.
Let me inside your home… You always get away. There is never evidence. But I can find it if I can get in. I will do what I must to take this scumbag down.**
She wiggles her ass slowly, deliberately.
Well? What are you waiting for, gorgeous?
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