Method To Her Badness

Blake Blossom just landed the role of a hard-ass on the show, but she keeps choking on the lines. The character gets her hands dirty—she even clocks her boss in front of everyone—and sweet little Blake can’t picture doing that to anyone. So she calls Vanessa Sky for private coaching. They hit the living room. Vanessa drops the script, lifts her chin, and says, “Hit me. Whatever feels right. No safe word.” Blake slaps her once, a nervous tap. Vanessa grins. “Again. Harder.” The sting on palm and cheek seems to ignite something. Soon Blake’s grabbing Vanessa by the throat, shoving her down onto the couch cushions. Vanessa spreads her legs on instinct; her skirt rides up, panties already damp. Blake yanks them off, teeth grazing Vanessa’s inner thigh, and buries her tongue without warning—wet, hot, relentless. Vanessa’s hips buck. She moans, nails scraping Blake’s shoulders. Blake stands, peels off her own jeans, climbs on. She grinds her slick cunt against Vanessa’s mouth, then spins, pulling Vanessa onto all fours. With two fingers jammed deep and her thumb working Vanessa’s clit, she fucks her hard and sloppy—skin smacking, lube and spit dripping onto leather. Every thrust wipes the “nice girl” right out of Blake’s system. The climax hits like a punch: Blake comes with her fist tangled in Vanessa’s hair while Vanessa trembles and gasps around her knuckles. Breathing hard, Blake looks at the red hand-print on Vanessa’s cheek and knows she’s got the part locked.