The Interview: Part 1

The job ad said personal assistant, but this is a different kind of work. Krysta's broke, hungry, and apparently willing to trade her body for a paycheck. She's stripped, ink on pale skin, and Lorelei's already deciding how hard she'll be used today. Lorelei leans back, spreads her legs, and Krysta knows what to do. Her tongue works the smooth cunt in front of her while a shock collar nips at her thoughts. One wrong move and the cattle prod will bite. Every lick is measured, desperate, and Lorelei's breathing gets heavier. The real test comes next. A thick dildo first, then Lorelei's fist. Krysta is on her back, legs forced open, pussy stretched until the knuckles disappear. She groans around the ball gag, spit running down her chin. Every time she clenches, the prod taps her again—short, mean jolts that keep her honest. When the fist finally leaves her, the electrodes move to her feet. Current rips through the soles while Lorelei shoves back inside. Krysta jerks, muscles locking, cunt pulsing around the wrist buried in her. She comes hard, loud, and ugly. The second orgasm costs her the last of her strength. Afterward she's left on the floor, wrists tied, drool on her cheek, pussy still twitching. Lorelei is already calling the next girl in.