The Ass-assin
"I suggest you work quickly..." She let out a solid belly laugh as her ass descended on your face. Your nerves ran high as you tried to remember everything that got her to climax the last time. Every muscle in your tongue worked feverously. Your hands pulled her weight back towards you so that you could reach deeper and find all the right spots.
Seconds passed. That familiar burning sensation began filling your lungs once more. You were running out of time.
Faster... harder... deeper... until... Finally, she let out an echoing moan. You did it. You were safe. She fell to her knees in front of you, and looked back over her shoulder towards you. "Ok... you can stay... but you have to do it like that every time... Now go get what you need from your place and come right back."
You caught your breath, slowed your heart, and hurried out the door. As you descended down the steps, a car screeched to a halt in front of you. Out stepped Sara and Jennifer. "See... told you he wasn't sick."
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Look, Jennifer.. I know you hired her to kill me. She told me everything. I just we made a deal. I quit. You don't have to worry about me anymore. You don't even have to fire me. I quit"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" As Bella appeared in the doorway to investigate the commotion Jennifer laughed. An unsettling laugh. "Hired her? You don't remember do you?" Both Jennifer and Sara began laughing uncontrollably. "She's the stripper Mark brought to the office Christmas party and pretended she was his girlfriend..."
Wait.... that means.... oh....