Off The Record

Aiden Ashley’s been grilling Kasey Kei for weeks, asking questions no one else had the balls to ask. Today’s the last interview, and the studio feels too quiet once the camerawoman ducks out for a battery. They’ve both been pretending not to notice the heat between them, but Aiden breaks first. She steps in close and tells Kasey flat-out she’s not ready to walk away when the cameras stop rolling. Kasey’s cheeks flush; her small tits rise and fall under a thin blouse as nerves tangle with want. She worries out loud about the story blowing up, about headlines twisting their relationship, but Aiden brushes every excuse aside with a cocky grin and steady hands. The tension snaps. Aiden’s mouth finds hers, tongue pushing past soft lips, and Kasey melts, fingers already tugging at buttons. Clothes hit the floor fast. Aiden palms Kasey’s tight chest, thumbs circling stiff nipples before sliding lower. She parts Kasey’s thighs on the interview chair, sinks two fingers deep, and works them slow at first, then hard and slick. Wet sounds fill the room. Kasey arches, breath catching, until a sudden gush spills over Aiden’s wrist. She keeps pumping through the squirt, coaxing every last pulse while Kasey moans into her neck, blonde hair sticking to damp skin. Aiden’s grin turns filthy—she knows this isn’t ending when the lights go off.