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"-and that's why I'm a great candidate for this shoot," Ann concludes, a proud expression on her face as she looked at the interview in front of her. The man, Tsukamoto Shuji, merely looked at her over his clipboard, his eyes scanning the young girl's body in thought before scribbling down the last of his notes. He was the gatekeeper between Ann's chances to break out into the fashion scene, her last barrier to achieving her dream of becoming a famed fashion-model able to inspire and bring hope to as many people as she could. She had been preparing for this moment, spending hours of her time going over her answers and doing her makeup, desperate to make a lasting impression to whoever was there to make sure she finally obtained the dream she wanted. A smile on her lips as Ann watched Tsukamoto add the finishing touches to his report, yet she couldn't help but tense at his dull, expressionless eyes, her gaze following the clipboard as he paced it back onto the coffee table before them.
"Thank you for your time, Takamaki-san," Tsukamoto said, his voice aged and gruff, and panic had just started to set into Ann, gritting her teeth nervously she tried to quell her rapidly beating heart. "We'll inform you if you've got the contract or not, so please make sure you're regularly checking your emails-"
"Does that mean I failed the interview? Did I do something wrong? Please I really want this contract!" Ann yelled, her anxiety getting the better of her she blurted the words from her mouth. "This is super important to me!" she continued to ramble while dismissing the annoying expression crossing the interviewer's face, Tsukamoto scowling at her impatience while silently wishing she had already gone out of the door. "I'll do anything for the contract - anything, Mr Tsukamoto-san!" she tried to persuade, yet Tsukamoto was adamant not to budge to her demands, his unwillingness to give up his position becoming more apparent the more Ann tried her hardest to nudge him into her position.
"We'll inform you if you've got the contract, Takamaki-san," Tsukamoto repeated with a firm, irritable tone in his voice. But Ann was relentless with her questions, and how could she not? Having wasted nights tossing and turning from anxiety and excitement she felt herself finally pushed past her breaking point. "We'll be contacting you through email, so make sure to check it regularly, we have a lot of applicants to sort through and we can't delay in having that position filled." A canned answer which left Ann unsatisfied. She needed her answer now, her guarantee for the position she wanted so desperately, this was her only chance to completely seal in her desired outcome for her future and beyond.
Ann wasn't proud of what happened next, but the situation she found herself in called for extreme measures on her pace, anything to secure the chance of becoming the model she always dreamed of as a little girl. Her time in the Metaverse proved to be more useful than she realised as she wiggled her hips, channelling her time as Panther when she needed to charm the shadows that threatened to kill her friends. "Please, can't you just give the position to me now?" she asked one more time, a final chance for Tsukamoto to yield before Ann had to pull in her devilish ways to snatch her prise, confidently strutting towards him with confidence she batted her eyelids once more.
"Come on, won't do you a kind thing for a lady like me?" she whined, her hands trailing towards her shirt, she did her best to remain inconspicuous of what she was doing as she tugged it to where her cleavage showed. "Leaving a lady like this, waiting for an answer in the middle of another hot summer. It's really rude of you to do that, you know?" Tsukamoto remained stoic of her advances, however, and Ann silently growled in frustration. She had little choice but to up her game, boldly she pawed Tsukamoto well-ironed suit with her hands, smiling at him as she got closer towards his lips. "Please, I won't ask for much, just put on my name in the slot and we'll be done, okay?" she begged.
But Tsukamoto did not flinch towards her advances, and Ann had to up her charm, she was going to make sure she got the position no matter the cost. "Did anyone tell you what amazing skin and hair you've got? And for a man your age that's quite a feat, don't you think so?" she asked.
"I know what you're doing, Takamaki-san," Tsukamoto sighed, yet he was unable to help himself but take a peek of her breasts as she leaned down to shove them in his face, swallowing the temptation to fall into her wicked ways. "I'm telling you this once: that I'm advising you to stop this debauchery or find yourself escorted by security. I have more models to interview before we close." A half-truth: Ann was the last candidate on his list for the season, and he was curious as to where this would ultimately lead to, completely expecting her to give up and leave him alone just like the others before. But Ann was 'no other' girl, the life-chaining experience teaching her to pursue what she wanted and instilled an attitude of reckless abandon, and Tsukamoto was about to realise this for himself.
"Oh please. I can give you what you want; anything," Ann suggested to him, a slurry smile on her lips, and Tsukamoto could only swallow as she caged him against the sofa he sat on, straddling her legs against his hips. "You know what I mean right, or do I have to tell you?" she asked, further teasing him with the promise of something wickedly debauched, and Tsukamoto found himself falling further into her charms. "Let me show you, 'kay?" she giggled, and before Tsukamoto had a chance to object she plopped herself against his lap.
This was already enough to warrant Tsukamoto to yield to her demands, her looks and generosity already pushing him into temptation, yet for Ann, it wasn't enough. Her hands settled on his squirming shoulders, she shushed him with a smile, "Don't worry, I’ll take care of you, and you have to promise you'll take care of me, alright?" Tsukamoto knew he couldn't consent to the debauchery he found himself in the middle in, yet he couldn't find himself finding the words to dissuade the girl who looked back at him, a slutty expression on her face staring back. His shock was palpable when Ann kissed on his lips, and the moan spilling from his lips wasn't exactly something Tsukamoto was proud of, he couldn't help but rock his hips as he felt his cock flush hotly into life. "I'll give you a lap dance, and if you want something more, I'll be open to it!"
But she didn't wait for Tsukamoto's permission, her boldness and impatience getting the better of her she gave in to her temptations and started her debauched routine with a swing of her hips, eager to give Tsukamoto the lap dance to finally pull him into her grasp. Her movements were long and teasing, determined to milk Tsukamoto until he was completely stupid with lust she drew each stroke out, her lips licking with delight as she felt him settle his quivering hands on her hips. "You like this, Mr Tsukamoto-san?" she smiled wickedly, panting eagerly between each swing of her hips, she licked in delight at the wanton expression which lit up Tsukamoto's tense face. Her spell was working, obvious with how Tsukamoto pulled her further into his grasp trying clumsily to match her pace, she couldn't help but giggle when she felt his cock pressing against her ass.
"You're really enjoying it, Tsukamoto-san," she giggled, further entrapping him into her web of debauchery she licked her lips in delight. Combing her fingers in his well-gelled hair she pulled herself towards his lips. She kissed him, moaning softly against his mouth, leading into their tender moment of lovemaking while she continued to lavish his waist with attention. A soft passionate moment shared between them, she couldn't help but be aroused herself at how dirty everything was, and for a moment she forgot her goal as she pried his mouth open with her tongue. For a moment she felt dizzy, drunk from the pleasure she suddenly withdrew herself from Tsukamoto's, and with Tsukamoto's, she couldn't help but tease him for more. "I think we should escalate things a little. Poor old me is feeling a bit hot down there, and you can't escape this room with that naughty erection between your legs, can't we?"
The innocent Ann was gone, the fem fatale Panther eagerly taking over she tightened her grip around Tsukamoto. Tsukamoto knew what the disaster imminent, yet he couldn't help but fall into her trap, the stoic man was now a panting mess, he couldn't stop Ann as she stripped his shirt, pulling him towards pinning her of the small, floor-levelled desk. Hooking her legs around his waist, Ann was loud and clear with what she wanted; in exchange for a job she wanted his dick. "Tell you what, you get to fuck me and get rid of that erection of yours, and in exchange, I'll get that position I want, is that a deal?" A look of hesitation in Tsukamoto's eyes. He was so close to teetering over the edge of his temptation, he had to stop himself from Ann pulling him over and into her bait.
"You looks so hung, you need a good fuck, don’t you think?" she whispered to him, her words a siren song on her lips. "Don't worry, it's safe for me to take your dick in, or are you into impregnating young woman I wonder?" she teased. A final nail in his coffin, Tsukamoto found himself consumed in primal heat, his professional facade melting and unleashing the beast within.
Clumsily Tsukamoto tugged against the hem of his trousers, pulling them on his waist to where they clung onto his thighs he dove in once more to kiss Ann against her lips. Ann graciously accepted his advance, hungry to indulge herself she opened her mouth wide and caught his tongue, sucking him in with ample greed she surrendered herself to the clawing against her jeans. Their make out so dirty it echoed between the walls of the small interview room, both Tsukamoto and Ann were open with their debauchery as their lips crashed against each other once more, this time nothing holding them back. The fire which Ann lit between them now burned fiercely between them, and the couple were eager to drown in its flames, the ache against their genitals too much for either of them to handle.
"Fuck me, Tsukamoto-san," Ann groaned, gasping for air before diving back into the chaos happening between their mouths, eager to push Tsukamoto until she could push him no longer. Tsukamoto in retaliation ripped off her shorts, peeling away the layer of her panties, he gasped at the sight of her folds sparkling pink. "My pussy wants a dick inside me, your dick inside me, won't you fuck my pussy, pretty please?" Ann whined, her toned mocking if not for her desperation, Tsukamoto having little choice to comply.
Carefully he aligned himself against her sopping entrance, and carefully he began to push, Ann groaning around the haze that echoed through her veins in heat too much for her to handle, her back curling against his cock entering her in joyous shock. "Fuck, you're filling me so well, your cock is so good," she moaned, her words spilling out from her lips to cope with the dizzying heat burning fiercely through her veins, it was an addiction she couldn't help but yearn for more. Her words only drove Tsukamoto to fill her more, angling his hips he shook them with shallow thrusts, bumping into her walls with overwhelming delight as he explored her insides for more. Everything fell completely silent between the two, both Ann and Tsukamoto engrossed by the passion which cloyed amongst the couple, glowing brighter the further Tsukamoto went into her tight, dripping heat. "It's not even halfway and yet it's so big," she said, gasping at the intensity of the bright lights before her, her head spinning dizzyingly with pleasure she never thought she needed before. "I don't think I can live without it," she whined, her words further feeding into Tsukamoto's ego, pushing him deeper than he would normally go before.
Something wicked snapped in Tsukamoto, something bitter and evil driving him to grab her tightly against the bone of her hips he slammed harshly against her pussy. A surprised gasp fell from Ann's lips, "You came all this way for cock, huh?" he spat out viciously his thrusts growing harsher with each seeing of his hips, fucking his way deeper into her cunt, and all Ann could do that moment was recoil in shock. "So many girls have tried to get me to fuck them, you know? Yet you're the only one who finally gets a taste of my dick, the only one willing to go the extra distance and fuck me, maybe I'll give you that contract if you want it so desperately, don't you agree?" Faster Tsukamoto pounded into her, his hips snapping wildly against her hole, stretching Ann to her limit as he tightened his grip against her waist, he paused to kiss Ann on the lips once more. "Fuck, you're squeezing down on me like you want my cock so much, you like it don't you? Like it when I stretch your walls, like it when I turn you into my slut?" Ann couldn't help but nod her head at his words, couldn't help but agree to every word from his lips, a gentle push of his chest she settled the both of them back onto the sofa as she sunk herself unto the final inches below.
Tsukamoto failed to realise he fell into Ann's trap however, with a smirk on her lips she snatched his tie in a way that radiated her bold confidence, the sudden action snapping Tsukamoto back into the meek position he first found himself in. He looked in confusion as Ann forced her way onto him, a sinister on her face; the way she changed her expression and demeanour so easily, frightened him. Once more she was in control, a planting a kiss on his mouth she rode his dick, her pace slow and methodical, eager to milk out this encounter for as long as possible. "I like your dick, I really do, and if you want to fuck it some more you need to do something for me, pretty please, can you do that for me?" Tsukamoto found himself caught, there was no escape, and Ann knew she had caught him finally in her trap. Faster she went, really throwing herself into fucking him stupid, Tsukamoto moaned in delight, curling his toes against the heat which drowned him completely. So close to his orgasm, however, did Ann suddenly stop, and she smile, keenly aware of what she was doing. "I'll let you cum if you give me that job, okay? I promise that I'll let you cum, you just gotta say yes and I'll let you nut in my pussy!"
Tsukamoto was completely hopeless about where he found himself. Weakly he nodded, surrendering to Ann's demands, a smile on her face.
"Good boy," she giggled, before kissing Tsukamoto on the lips, her frantic pace once more resuming as she fucked herself messily on his dick.
Tsukamoto yelled in ecstasy, clutching her hips he pulled her down his length, planting a messy creampie deep within her womb. Their contract signed, Ann giggled with delight at the hot, sticky wave of ecstasy which washed over her, licking her lips in delight she couldn't help but bask in her high.
"Thank you, Tsukamoto-san! You won't regret signing me up! See you next week!" Ann giggled with joy, cleaning herself of all the filth and walking out of the room before Tsukamoto had the chance to retract their deal.