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After about an hour, they all felt satisfied that they had covered the basics, at least, to prevent a legal disaster. The ball was rolling. Jada had a good feeling about Dovydas. All of his advice had been well thought out, practical, and creative.Ayano had walked Dovydas out and returned to his office, where Jada was going over some notes she took. “So, Chesha Neko… are you going to let me see the costume? Can I fuck you in it?” Ayano asked, leaning over her shoulder. He swept aside the curtain of her long black hair and nuzzled her neck. She smelled like plumeria. “I still can’t believe you were mad about a gunshot and some drugs when you’ve been little miss international Yakuza ninja thief.”“Ayano, it’s different. I was in danger and I want to be prepared. Wasn’t it you who said we shouldn’t surprise each other?” she said. She was so excited that she remembered something he said to use against him. She stood up and faced him. “Ha,” Ayano said, looking down and smiling. He ran his hand through his hair. “We’ll just have to see how this all plays out. You might be safer if no one knows you’re in on all this, if my enemies think you’re just a girlfriend and not a… an ally? You want to be my ally?”“It depends how big and bad you really are,” she said cautiously, and a little flirtatiously.“Bine, bine… I’ll run it by my inner circle. See what we decide to tell you about. But if you wanna know how bad I am, it’s pretty bad…” he said, stepping closer. “And if you wanna know how big I am… it’s pretty big…” Ankara escort he told her in a low voice, pushing his cock up against her. Sometimes, his movements made him seem like a bullfighter. So elegant and skillful. But, other times, he seemed like a dark rock star like Dave Navarro. If Dave Navarro was a boxer and crime lord. “Maybe too big for you. Is that what you’re afraid of?” Jada smirked at him. “I’m not afraid. Just don’t think I’m going to work for you.”“Aw…” He frowned, holding her hands at her sides. “Can we pretend that you work for me?” When he wore all black and a large silver belt buckle, it looked like his cock was leading him everywhere. Which was probably somewhat true. “You want to role play?” She grinned. He was an out-of-control, sex maniac criminal. A violent, drug-using criminal. Unfortunately, the wrong parts of her took note of this. “Yeah. Be my secretary,” he requested, running his fingers firmly down her back. “Can you put on a short, short skirt? And that black shiny little top? And high heels.” He caressed her breasts, groping her over the bra.“Okay. How long have I worked for you?” she clarified, now grabbing his wrists.“Uh, you’ve just settled in. A month,” he said, humoring her. “Am I married?” She fluttered her eyelashes.“Yes, you’re definitely married. And your husband just lost his job.” “What about you?”“I’m not married. Because I’m a pig, I’m awful,” he said, baring his teeth at her.“Oh, so this role isn’t a stretch for you, Ankara escort bayan is it?” she teased. He pinched her ass. “Go get changed. Bring me a tie,” he ordered. She glared at him but left with her head held high. Jada came back in the requested outfit, adding thigh-high stockings and a black cardigan as well. Ayano had cleared most of the actual important office materials out of harm’s way. “Okay, how do you do this?” Jada asked, handing him his tie. “You call me Mr. Ilanescu. I call you Ms. Versailles. I threaten to fire you,” he said, setting up the scene. He buttoned up his shirt for once and tied a windsor knot with his tie. “Well you know the agreement rule, right? In theater, in improv, you can’t disagree with your partner. You have to roll with it, whatever they say or you’re blocking the scene’s flow,” she informed him, putting on a little lipstick. “Jada, do I seem like the kind of guy who takes a theater class?”“No, that’s why I’m telling you. Now, first you’re after my tits, then you make me blow you. You can take it from there,” she said, holding some prop papers.“You’re pretty bossy for a secretary. Get in character!” he said, sitting at his desk. “Mr. Ilanescu, these documents need your signature,” Jada said, walking to his desk slowly, her hips swaying. She leaned over the desk, her tits perilously close to popping out of her pushup bra. He drew a blank for a minute, distracted.“Thank you, Ms. Versailles. How are you liking it here?” he asked Escort Ankara in a serious boss-guy voice, signing the papers.“Everyone’s been great, Mr. Ilanescu. Thank you so much for hiring me. It means so much, especially since my husband lost his job,” she said, gathering up the papers.“Great, great. Ms. Versailles, could you get me those red binders on the shelf up there, please? And do be careful with them. I’d hate for you to drop them,” he said, grinning at her. Jada reached up to get the binders, which were empty, and one fell to the floor.“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Ilanescu!” she said, bending over to get them and giving him a look at her thong and thigh high stockings as her skirt rode up. Ayano’s hands gripped the armrests on his chair more tightly. “You know, Ms. Versailles, I want to let you in on a little secret,” he said, standing and walking to the other side of his desk. “There are going to be layoffs in this office next month and the higher-ups, well, they like for me to keep on people who have been here a while and fire any new people…”“Oh no! Is there anything I can do?” she begged, standing a few inches away from him clasping her hands. “Anything I can do to secure my job, Mr. Ilanescu, I’ll do it!” She could feel the heat radiating from Ayano’s body. She wanted to rip his shirt off, but she stayed in the game. “Well, I’ve been…” he started, taking off her cardigan. “…admiring you from afar, you see… and if you would let me admire you up close, I could be persuaded to secure your position,” Jada smiled. He was too good at this.“I don’t know, Mr. Ilanescu, I’m a married woman! Wh-what did you have in mind?” Jada blinked, acting timid and shocked.“I want you to sit down in that chair and let me suck on your tits,” he said through clenched teeth, centimeters away from her face.
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