Undercover Pleasure - Part Two: The Deal

Nicole Aniston froze behind her desk, eyes wide. Her receptionist wasn't who she'd hired. The serum had burned out and the real Carter stood tall, mission clear now, proof in her hand ready to shut this empire down for good. Nicole swallowed hard, hands curling into fists. Every inch of her had been clawed out of nothing and she wasn't handing it over. She knew the game: everyone had a price. "Triple," she snapped, voice tight. "Triple what they're paying you. Name it." Carter studied her, a slow smirk cutting across her face. "Triple works," she said, leaning in, voice low and dark. "But I want more. You into blondes?" Nicole felt the air shift, heat rising straight between her legs. Her nod was small but sharp. They sealed the terms fast—money and flesh. Back in the office Carter didn't hesitate, tearing fabric like paper, shoving Nicole onto the couch. Clothes gone in a frantic blur. She latched onto Nicole's tits, tongue flicking, sucking, biting just hard enough to make Nicole moan. Nicole writhed under her, hips arching, every lick lighting her nerves on fire. They fucked hard and loud, sweat and gasps filling the room until both came shaking and spent. Nicole sat up panting, smiling like the deal was sealed. "I'm glad we understand each other." Carter's smile was cruel, icy. "Actually... I think I'll keep the drive. Not really feeling the whole North Korea thing." Nicole's blood ran cold. "What the fuck? We just—" Carter stood, buttoning up, eyes like steel. "Yeah. We fucked. And now Aniston Enterprises is done."