Thread: Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

Chris Peters had watched her lead the man away, waiting patiently by the entrance to the reception area as she vanished, pure sex poured into a 'fuck me' dress and with 'rape me' heels on her feet. he eye fucked her a dozen times over, partially in disbelief at the coincidence of running into her here. Raping her with his eyes as she returned and slid back into her chair. She was still as fit as fuck, with her slightly pear shaped hips and ass padding out the outfit she wore. At the same time her tiny tits, almost flat chested, drew his unashamed gaze. He'd always been into girls with her body shape, slim, slender, fuckable as hell. her luscious looks and hot body had fuelled a million fantasies before he'd left her behind in their home town, chasing after Jocks and fools. Men with muscles where their brains should be and zero prospects outside of a college football field. Now he was the Alpha male who could command womens attention in a heartbeat... and Keira? She was his prey. He'd seen her before now, naturally, in fact she was the reason he'd just bought this company, snatching it up and her along with it. He owned it now, owned her though she may not even realise or know it. However life and experience had taught him one thing. Men wanted sex and women wanted money. Keira had all the attractiveness, all the sexual magnetism and stunning looks that he could ever need... and he had all the fucking money any woman could ever want, along with looks to match and a depraved and twisted mind which craved sex and was fuelled by her incredible looks. He could stand it no longer and as she sat there he walked over, slowly, admiring her from head to toe, still allowing his eyes to rake up her legs as he arrived at the desk and stood there, looming over her and allowing his shadow to blot out the light from the glass doors behind him as he reached out a hand. It took all his control not to just drag her onto the desk and fuck her right there, stripping her down and just using her. The face of a princess with the body of a whore, perfection personified and now she was going to be all his. Well, well, well, Keira Knight, of all the people to run into! It is you.. I had my doubts for a moment he lied. Do you remember me? Chris Peters? From home? he grinned. I'm the new owner of this place. I can't believe you are actually working down here in reception.. I seem to recall you were destined for greater things... at least your own office!? I guess I'll have to make some changes, from my staff reviews you are way over qualified to be sitting out here. Anyway, this sort of surprise warrants a celebration. I think you'll find I'm a lot different from what you might remember. he told her, his eyes locking on hers only after he made sure that she could see the appreciative and predatory stare that he was allowing to roam about her tight young body. He'd been fucking her for years in his dreams, every other whore had been given her face and now that he was this close to her again, catching her scent, feeling the heat from her flesh, seeing how hot she'd become since departing their college... it only made him want to fuck her more. To punish her for each day that he had been kept from her flesh and denied her body. I guess I'm your boss now. he told her, So my first instruction will be for you to accompany me for a drink. It was a little 'hashtag metoo' for the current climate, but he could care less about all that bullshit. If she came hard enough, if he fucked her for long enough, then it wasn't so much 'metoo' as 'GodI'mcoming'. Get your things, my limo's outside. I can wait to check out the rest of the place until morning.