Backstage with Vivian

Vivian runs things in a power suit so tight her tits look ready to rip the buttons. She's already wet when she shows up—pussy throbbing under that slim pencil skirt. The director runs the scene once: polite office bullshit, coffee, contract talk. Second take she skips the script, shoves the actor onto the desk, hikes her skirt, and drops her ass straight onto his cock. He fucks up his line anyway, tries again, and shoots his load all over her silk blouse. Cut. Re-light. Take three: she's still dripping. The actor's flailing to find his mark when he notices the neon-pink stingray tie dangling off the coat rack—last night's prop, totally wrong shade for the corporate look. Camera's rolling; Vivian's too busy slamming back onto the cock to care, screaming, "Give me that raise, give it harder," while the tie flaps like a bad joke behind them.