I didn't need any more encouragement. I quickly tore down my zipper and adjusted my clothes, preparing to take her right there.
There was a girl waiting for an interview outside. But I didn't care. The urgency of the moment and the need to assert control over this talent were overwhelming. They had all come to get a sex work related job anyway; this was just an extreme form of vetting.
With my left hand, I spanked Yolanda again, hard, the sound sharp and echoing. The mass of her buttock shook powerfully, leaving a hot, stinging sensation that only amplified the raw tension in the room. Simultaneously, I used my right hand to stroke my throbbing cock, slicking myself quickly for entry.
"Are you ready for an advanced rehearsal, Yolanda?" I whispered roughly into her ear.
"Yes, sir... I'm more than ready," she responded in a breathless, seductive voice, her commitment total.
