Dickslayer began unbuttoning my pants.
"I wanna feel what a CEO's cock tastes like in my mouth," she said in a seductive manner, the line delivered straight to the camera.
I wanted to feel my cock inside her mouth again. I knew she was good at sucking cock since she had given me a blowjob during the interviews, a professional performance that bordered on clinical intensity.
She got on her knees, pulling out my hard cock and beginning to stroke it with practiced, deliberate skill. Her eyes locked on mine as she worked her hand along the shaft.
The camera was perfectly positioned to capture the moment, and I could feel the energy surge through the crew. This was going to be money.
"CUT!!!!" Mr. Holmes interrupted, his voice cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. "Cut!"
"Holmes, what the fuccckk!!!!" I exploded, the frustration immediately overriding my professional CEO persona. The heat, the momentum, the money—it all evaporated.
"Why did you fucking cut!!!"
