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toy’s name.”
    He bucked into her throat, and she gagged around him, then moaned loudly enough to make the hair on my arms raise.
    “And here you are, conversing with me while I use her for my pleasure. That’s exactly the kind of assistant I’m in need of, my dear.”
    I took a deep breath, my heart racing in my chest like I was running away from a threat. Like I was being pursued by some unseen predator, fleeing in the dark.
    “I… I see,” I said. “A-are there any other job requirements I should know about?”
    “You mean, do I expect to fuck you, too?”
    His laugh crawled over my skin, making me shiver.
    “Well, not unless you’d like me to, Lucy,” he said, winking at me. “But, no. This position would require you to wear a uniform of my choosing, and agree to certain restrictions, but you wouldn’t be my prostitute, my dear.”
    His gaze bored into me.
    “I have plenty of toys. I need someone who I can pay to keep my secrets while helping me run my business.”
    “Do you have many secrets, Mr. Alastor?”
    My voice shook, but I couldn’t help it. This was all too strange; too intense. Too fucking hot, and twisted, and sick, all at the same time.
    “Oh, yes, Lucy,” he said, grinning again. “Which is why I need someone I can trust. Can you be that someone? Can I trust you, Lucy?”
    I opened my mouth, but for a moment, no sound came out.
    Could I do this job? Could I watch him fuck these women—these toys of his—and work as his assistant at the same time? Could I keep my mouth shut about his kinks? His perversions, whatever they were? Could I give him my trust, and believe that he’d treat me well? That he wouldn’t cross the line?
    Hell, could I keep myself away from that line, or would I try to jump him, remembering how incredible he felt inside me on that terrible night we were together?
    My pussy ached, then, hot and ready to be filled. God, this was insane…
    “Yes, Sir,” I said.
    “Good girl,” he said. “Now come over here and help me, will you?”
    I stood automatically, then hesitated, wondering what the hell he could possibly mean.
    “Come here,” he commanded, and I did as he said, crossing over until I stood just above his blonde.
    Oh, God, what am I doing?
    “Pull her head back and hold it, won’t you, Lucy?”
    He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her off him with a wet pop , then took my hands and placed them on either side of her head. She sat back on her feet, her naked breasts jutting at him as he stood up before her. With trembling hands, I tilted her head back, taking in her wide-open mouth and shut eyes before my eyes locked on him—his stiff, thick cock—bobbing just inches from my hands. I could reach out and touch it if I wanted to…
    “Yes, that’s it,” he said, his voice suddenly heavy with need. “Hold her just like that.”
    He stroked himself right there, right in front of me, his large, fine hand sliding over his length as he aimed right toward those cherry-red lips, smeared and glistening, ready to take all he had to give.
    My fingers stiffened against her temples, the scent of him--of his arousal, his skin, and the subtle scent of his expensive cologne—filling my nostrils as he worked his cock, breathing faster now, his muscles straining beneath his perfectly fitted trousers and crisp white shirt.
    I whimpered as he came, shooting jet after jet of pearly-white cum down onto the blonde’s waiting tongue. Some of it hit her cheeks, some streaked her smoky eyelid, and one droplet shot onto the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, warm and wet against my skin. I bit my lip, trying not to stare and failing utterly.
    Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD.
    He smelled incredible, and as I watched the woman below me swallow and gleefully scoop his cum into her mouth, for the space of a heartbeat, I wished it were me there, on my knees, tasting him…savoring the taste of him.
    “So,” Mr. Alastor said, snapping me out of my reverie. “What do you say,