Mean Sports Agent - Tiffany Watson

Tiffany Watson runs every negotiation like a knife fight. General managers sweat when she walks in. She sits down across from this soft, shaky sucker named Fluffy, looks him over once, and knows she can gut him. By the time the ink dries the contract is five times his original offer, and the guy is still nodding yes. It disgusts her how fast he folds. So she keeps pressing, just to watch him break. Before he can blink, he’s on his knees, lips pressed to her ass like he’s apologizing for breathing, thanking her for turning him into her personal bitch. She plants her heels on his chest, lets him lick the sole of one shoe clean, then drops her full weight on his face and grinds until he can’t think straight. Every smothering second, every taste of her skin, is payment for how easy he made it for her.