Real Estate Rumble

Cadence Lux sits across from her agent at a table stacked with folders, eyes locked. "Look—I KNOW this place is way overpriced for the neighborhood it's in. I did my research. I want a lower price," she says, voice low and firm. Addison Lee keeps her tone polite. "Ms. Lux, you must understand, neighborhood isn't everything. Actually, this house is priced rather reasonably!" Cadence won't budge. "Sure, it's a calculated risk. But I want to lowball it." Addison exhales. "It's your right to offer low to start, but too low and the seller dismisses you—jumps at the next serious bid. I'm trying to get you the best shot at your dream home." Attraction flickers across Cadence's stare as she sizes up Addison—quick, hungry glances Addison barely registers. Addison lifts the phone and dials the seller, all charm and bright smiles until the moment Cadence reaches over and traces her forearms with slow, deliberate fingers. Heat crawls up Addison's neck. She swallows it down, still talking numbers. Beneath the table, Cadence's hand slides higher, brushing Addison's thighs. Addison stumbles. "I want you both to have the BREAST—shit—BEST experience possible with this transaction," she blurts, the word fracturing as Cadence squeezes her tits through her blouse. Addison's grip tightens on the receiver; she is burning. Cadence drops to her knees, crawls under the tablecloth. Addison parts her legs without thinking. Fingers stroke her pussy through lace, the fabric clinging. Addison's thighs tremble. She keeps asking questions, but her voice cracks each time a knuckle circles her clit. "I can feel we're getting close... to a deal, that is. Tell me—are you willing to thrust in—THROW in some furniture?" She is seconds from coming when she rattles off the paperwork date and slams the receiver down. Her glare lands on Cadence, lips swollen and grinning. "Are you insane? You almost blew it." Cadence licks her bottom lip. "I sweetened the pot. He heard how good you sounded; he'll deal faster now. Plus you're fucking hot—win-win." Cadence ducks back under and buries her tongue deep. Addison arches, a broken curse slipping from her throat. Anger twists into hunger; the deal can wait.