I didn't need any more encouragement. I quickly tore down my zipper and adjusted my clothes, preparing to take her right there.

​There was a girl waiting for an interview outside. But I didn't care. The urgency of the moment and the need to assert control over this talent were overwhelming. They had all come to get a sex work related job anyway; this was just an extreme form of vetting.

​With my left hand, I spanked Yolanda again, hard, the sound sharp and echoing. The mass of her buttock shook powerfully, leaving a hot, stinging sensation that only amplified the raw tension in the room. Simultaneously, I used my right hand to stroke my throbbing cock, slicking myself quickly for entry.

​"Are you ready for an advanced rehearsal, Yolanda?" I whispered roughly into her ear.

​"Yes, sir... I'm more than ready," she responded in a breathless, seductive voice, her commitment total.

​I rubbed her inner thigh, feeling the incredible softness of her skin, then guided her left hand and placed it firmly on the desk for stability.

​I pushed her tight red dress up, gathering the fabric until it was bunched high around her waist. This revealed her perfectly round ass, framed dramatically by the subtle line of her black lace thong, which was now stretched taut. The view was magnificent—two full, smooth cheeks, separated by a deep shadow.

​From her practiced, compliant pose, I could sense she had taken many cocks before, and she likely expected me to simply grab her and drive in immediately, without any preamble. She was underestimating me. She's underestimating me, huh?

​I spat into my right hand, coating my fingers with saliva, then quickly rubbed the lubricant onto her swollen pussy lips. She let out a soft, involuntary moan, the sound muffled by the desk. Her breath hitched, a clear sign I had found a spot of unexpected sensitivity, confirming she was trying to hide her true level of excitement.

​Game on.

​I drove my hard cock forward, rubbing the tip aggressively against her moist, delicate pussy lips, using the friction and the anticipation to build the pressure. The sensation was fire against velvet, the contrast between the urgent heat of my cock and the slick, eager entrance of her body. I gripped her hips hard, bracing myself against the inevitable explosion.

​A sharp, guttural gasp tore from Yolanda's throat as I buried myself in her fully. Her muscles gripped me with a surprising, fierce tightness, confirming the high quality of her core strength. The sensation was volcanic: dense, hot, and utterly consuming.

​I paused for a second, my hands locked onto her powerful hips, allowing the intense shock to stabilize. I was deep inside her, the heat of her core pressing against mine.

​"You feel that, huh?" I said as I thrusted deep and deeper.

​But Yolanda only let out soft moans, trying to maintain her composure, as if my cock had no effect.

​I moved my hands from her waist and wrapped them around her voluminous breasts, squeezing them roughly until they spilled generously out of the bodice of her dress. The weight and softness in my hands were a potent distraction.

​Then I pressed my body even harder on her ass, thrusting harder than before. The force was unrelenting.

​"Agh,....fuck...." she began to moan, slowly at first, the sound vibrating in her chest, then the desperate, unrestrained cries began to fill the small room. She couldn't hold back the performance anymore; it was real.

​"Yes, sir, oh my gosh... your cock feels so... so good filling my pussy," she cried out, the surrender in her voice absolute.

​She slipped her free right hand down between her thighs, blindly searching for her own pleasure point. She found her clit, and began rubbing it in quick, urgent circles while I pounded her. The combination of the deep, internal pressure from my ramming and the external, focused friction she gave herself sent her over the edge.

​"Oh my gosh, Sir, fuck... Yes, yes, pound my pussy!" she screamed, her voice cracking with intensity.

​"You wanted to play tough, huh? I'm gonna turn you into the fucking slut that you are," I snarled, matching her scream with a final, brutal surge of aggression, driving my hips until the edge of the desk slammed into my own stomach.

​The climax was instant and explosive. I slammed deep, feeling the involuntary tightening of her walls as she screamed out her own release, her body convulsing wildly against the desk. Her hand stopped moving on her wet center as her entire body locked up in pleasure. With a massive groan, I emptied myself into her, holding her hips tightly as the hot torrent spent itself.

​I pulled out, the wet, sliding sound echoing in the silence. Yolanda collapsed onto the desk, her chest heaving, her beautiful hair spread out over the dusty wood.

​I quickly zipped up, my mind racing to regain control. I slapped her ass, harder than before, a final assertion of power. "Rehearsal over. Get up."

​She immediately pushed herself off the desk, her legs shaky but her composure already returning. She quickly pulled her dress down and smoothed her skirt. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked at me, her eyes glazed but determined.

My system interface immediately appeared.

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​[QUEST COMPLETE: SCENE #5 SUCCESS]

​Reward: $1,800 deposited into digital wallet.

​Attribute Reward: Swagger through demonstration of dominance.

​[Swagger: +2 Point Applied (Current: 9/10)]

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​It seemed like I had hit two birds with one stone. My interview with Yolanda had turned into a high-intensity scene, simply because I had decided to record all vetting sessions.

​"Talk about shooting porn by accident," I smiled, the rush of the impromptu scene still buzzing in my blood.

​My current digital wallet balance was now at $18,600 with five scenes officially banked. I had five more scenes left to finish Level One. I wondered if the reward would be large enough to jump me closer to the $400,000 I needed.

​I was also one point away from a 10/10 swagger.

​"I wonder if that is the threshold?" I thought, contemplating what a fully maxed-out social attribute would do for my negotiations.

​"You really know how to please a woman, Mr. Hart," Yolanda said, pulling her dress straight and looking at me with a mix of awe and renewed desire. "Did I get the job?"

​I smiled. "You got the job the moment I placed my hands on your ass."

​After that, I went over the contract signing and offers, explaining the $1,000-to-$5,000 pay structure and the $200 advance. I stressed the volume requirement and the need for flawless professional compliance.

​On her way out, I called after her.

​"I will stay in contact with you and send the final script and call time tonight. And oh... tell the blonde lady outside to come through."

​Yolanda nodded, gave me one final, respectful glance, and left. The scent of her expensive perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp odor of sweat and sex.

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