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Undercover Pleasure - Part Two: The Deal
Nicole Aniston sits frozen behind her desk, still reeling. Her receptionist just peeled off a mask. The serum wore off and the real Carter stands there—cocky, lethal, holding evidence like a loaded gun. Mission complete. One hard drive and Aniston's entire operation goes down in flames. Nicole keeps her voice steady. She built this company brick by bloody brick. She isn't losing it to some government plant. Everyone has a number. She names hers: triple the payout. Carter tilts her head, considers, then leans in. Money's cute, but she wants more. She asks if Nicole likes blondes. The answer lands fast. Clothes vanish. Carter yanks Nicole's blouse open, mouth hot on her tits, sucking hard while fingers slip between silk thighs. Nicole moans, hips bucking, grinding into the hand working her open. They fuck on the desk, raw and urgent—Nicole's legs wrapped tight, Carter's tongue and fingers pushing her over fast and filthy. Sweat, gasps, skin slapping skin. No restraint now. No cover to protect. When they come down, Nicole's flushed and satisfied, already calculating the win. "Glad we could reach an arrangement." Carter pulls her panties back on slow, smirking. "About that drive... think I'll keep it." The words drop cold. "Not really into you selling secrets to North Korea." Nicole's face drains. They just fucked. They had a deal. Carter buttons up, eyes sharp. Aniston Enterprises is finished.
Nicole Aniston sits frozen behind her desk, still reeling. Her receptionist just peeled off a mask. The serum wore off and the real Carter stands there—cocky, lethal, holding evidence like a loaded gun. Mission complete. One hard drive and Aniston's entire operation goes down in flames. Nicole keeps her voice steady. She built this company brick by bloody brick. She isn't losing it to some government plant. Everyone has a number. She names hers: triple the payout. Carter tilts her head, considers, then leans in. Money's cute, but she wants more. She asks if Nicole likes blondes. The answer lands fast. Clothes vanish. Carter yanks Nicole's blouse open, mouth hot on her tits, sucking hard while fingers slip between silk thighs. Nicole moans, hips bucking, grinding into the hand working her open. They fuck on the desk, raw and urgent—Nicole's legs wrapped tight, Carter's tongue and fingers pushing her over fast and filthy. Sweat, gasps, skin slapping skin. No restraint now. No cover to protect. When they come down, Nicole's flushed and satisfied, already calculating the win. "Glad we could reach an arrangement." Carter pulls her panties back on slow, smirking. "About that drive... think I'll keep it." The words drop cold. "Not really into you selling secrets to North Korea." Nicole's face drains. They just fucked. They had a deal. Carter buttons up, eyes sharp. Aniston Enterprises is finished.