Schuster took his place behind the camera, his eyes glued to the monitor while Jenny adjusted the lighting. The air in the office was thick with the smell Schuster's recent sweat.
"Are you gonna stand there all day, or are you actually gonna fuck me?" Donna asked, her hands on her hips, her blonde hair messy and inviting.
"I was assessing the situation," I said, my voice cool.
"What?" Donna blinked, her smirk faltering.
"Sizing up those tits," I said, my gaze dropping to her chest. "Deciding the best way to handle them. Wondering if your pussy is tight enough to handle what I'm bringing, or if I should just stick to my fingers for now."
Donna's eyes widened, then she let out a jagged laugh. "You got jokes, huh? For a scrawny kid, you got a big mouth."
"Come here," I commanded.I reached out and gripped her wrist, pulling her toward me with a sudden, forceful jerk that wiped the grin right off her face.
I spun her around, slamming her back against my chest. Her naked bubble butt pressed hard against my cock, and I felt it pulse in response. The "monster" was fully awake now.
I ran one hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, my touch light but possessive. "So soft..." I whispered.
She let out a soft, shaky moan as I moved my hands up her belly, tracing the ribs until I reached those heavy tits.I gave them a sharp, brutal squeeze that made her wince and gasp.
"You've got nice boobies, Donna," I rasped, leaning down to bury my face in the crook of her neck. I didn't kiss her, I just let my hot breath hit her skin.
"And you... you have a legendary cock," she breathed, her hips beginning to grind back against me, her ass shaking against my length.
It felt incredible. The sensitivity of this eighteen-year-old body was off the charts. Every friction point felt like a lightning strike.
"Is that so?" I pinched her nipples hard between my fingers, feeling them bud into tight peaks. "You want to feel it inside you?"
She turned in my arms, her face flushed and her eyes hazy with heat. She leaned in, her red-painted lips parting to kiss me, but I caught her by the shoulders, keeping her at arm's length.
I wasn't kissing her. I'd seen Jenny working on Schuster earlier, and God knows who else had been in Donna's mouth today. This was a business transaction, and I wasn't interested in trading spit.
"Doggystyle or missionary?" I asked, my voice clinical.
"What?" She looked dazed, like I'd just asked her for her social security number.
"Which style do you prefer for the opener?" I repeated. "We're on the clock, Donna."
She let out a breathy laugh, her hands reaching down to try and grab me again. "You are such a naughty little boy. I prefer both, of course."
"Both it is." I didn't waste another second. I shoved her back onto the leather sofa, her legs falling open as she hit the cushions.
"Don't disappoint me, kid!" Schuster barked from behind the lens. I could hear the creak of his chair as he leaned in, probably trying to get a better look at the frame.
I flashed a shark-like grin over my shoulder. "Watch and learn, old man."
I spit into my palm and gave my cock a few slow, steadying strokes, letting the camera catch the way the light hit the slick surface. Donna was already a mess, her legs splayed wide on the leather, rubbing her clit in slow, frantic circles. Her eyes were glazed, glowing with an intensity that told me she wasn't just acting anymore.
I knelt between her thighs, the cool air of the office hitting my bare skin. I reached down, my thumb tracing the seam of her pussy, spreading the heat before I slowly guided just the head of my cock against her entrance. I pushed in, barely an inch, feeling the incredible, velvet-tight resistance of her walls.
I held it there for a heartbeat, letting her feel the size, then I slid all the way out.
"Come on, Duncan... don't fucking tease me," Donna gasped, her hips bucking up off the sofa to chase the contact.
"Patience, Donna," I rasped.
Then I buried the entire eight inches inside her. The air left her lungs in a sharp, jagged gasp as I stretched her wide, bottoming out against her cervix.
Suddenly, a digital chime echoed in my skull, and a notification flashed across my vision in neon blue:
[LEVEL UP! LEVEL 0 -> LEVEL 1]
[STRENGTH INCREASED]
"Feel that?" I asked, my voice dropping into a guttural growl as I pulled back and slammed home again, the sound of our skin colliding like a gunshot in the quiet office.
"Don't get too cocky, boy," Donna warned, though her breath was hitching. She was trying to play the jaded professional, acting like she was just doing me a favor.
I didn't answer. I just gripped her waist, my thumbs digging into her hips, and started cranking up the RPMs.
At first, she kept that "bored pro" mask on, staring at the ceiling like she was counting the acoustic tiles. Then her lips parted. Her eyes fluttered shut. She was still trying to pretend I wasn't reaching her, but the flush spreading across her chest told a different story.
Ten more strokes—heavy, deep, and precisely aimed, and a jagged moan finally broke past her teeth.
Her hands flew up, her nails digging into my scrawny biceps, scratching red furrows into my skin as she anchored herself. "Oh fuck... it feels so good. It's so fucking deep," she cried, her composure shattering like glass.
Her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. The "teenager" was gone; she was looking at a man who knew exactly how to break her. She started returning fire, bucking her hips up to meet every thrust, her internal walls squeezing my cock with a rhythmic, milking pressure that was pure perfection.
Then, the familiar panic hit me.
It was that same goddamn sensation I'd felt with Eretria in the void. My brain was a veteran, but this eighteen-year-old hardware was a ticking time bomb. The sensitivity was overwhelming. Every squeeze of her pussy felt like a high-voltage shock straight to my spine.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought, my teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached. This body hasn't been conditioned for this.
The more she fought back, the more the pressure built at the base of my nut sack. It was a tidal wave, and I didn't have a dam. I was barely three minutes in. If I blew my load now, Schuster would laugh me out of the building. I'd be the "Three-Minute Wonder," a joke before I even got a contract.
"Yes! Yes, just like that, baby! Give it to me!" Donna screamed, her heels digging into the back of the sofa as she neared her peak.
The Level Up from the System had given me a boost, but it wasn't enough to overcome eighteen years of virgin hair-trigger nerves. My body hit the red line. The white-hot heat surged up my back, and there was no stopping it.
"This virgin body!" I cursed inwardly, a snarl of pure frustration ripping out of my throat.
I bottomed out one last time and let out a sharp, frustrated roar as I felt the first thick jet of cum bolt out of me, filling her up before I could even try to pull away.
"Ugh, shit," I hissed into her ear, the sound more a curse than a moan.
The heat was still fading from my skin when Donna shoved me back, her face a mask of disbelief. She sat up, her eyes boring into mine. "What the fuck, kid? Was that it? Are you kidding me right now?"
I moved off her slowly, trying to keep my breathing steady, though my heart was still hammering against my ribs. My pride was taking a beating worse than my body.
"I... I wasn't really in the mood," I lied, the words tasting like ash. "Too much pressure for an audition, I guess."
"You just nutted in less than three minutes," she snapped, wiping herself with a disgusted grunt. "And you did it inside me? Are you high?"
I forced a smirk, trying to regain some of the ground I'd lost. "What's the matter? Worried you'll get pregnant?"
"Fuck you!" Donna snarled, reaching for a robe on the floor.
"Hey, hey, what's the drama?" Schuster called out, stepping away from the camera rig.
"The kid's a minute-man, Schuster," Donna spat, gesturing toward me like I was a broken piece of equipment. "He just dumped his load inside me before I even got warm."
Schuster's eyes went wide. He looked at the timer on his monitor, then back at me. "So fast? Really?"
Then, he let out a loud, belly-aching laugh that echoed off the dingy walls. Jenny stayed quiet, her eyes fixed on the floor, while Donna just glared. I stood there, the cool air of the office hitting my skin, feeling like a total amateur for the first time in two lifetimes.
"Look, old man, it was a fluke. A mistake," I said, stepping toward him. "Give me ten minutes. I can go again. I'll show you real stamina."
Schuster walked over, still chuckling, and clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. "That's enough for today, kid. My heart can't take any more comedy."
"Well? Did I get the job?" I asked, my voice tight. "I need this. I'm the best you're gonna get."
"Put your clothes on, Duncan," he said, his tone shifting to that dismissive, 'don't call us, we'll call you' vibe. "I'll look over the footage. I'll let you know."
When I didn't move, my brain already calculating how to save the deal, he reached down, scooped up my pile of clothes, and shoved them into my chest. "Now get the fuck out. I've got actual work to do and a sofa that needs cleaning."
He didn't wait for a reply. He grabbed my arm and steered me toward the door, pushing me out into the hallway just gently enough that I didn't fall.
The heavy metal door slammed shut with a definitive thud, and the lock clicked.
I stood in the dimly lit, grime-streaked corridor, clutching my jeans and shirt, completely butt-naked. Luckily, the two girls from before were gone, leaving me alone with the smell of stale cigarettes and failure.
The blue system screen flickered to life in front of my face, mocking me in the silence.
Current Progress:
[OBJECTIVE: BED AT LEAST ONE WOMAN (1/1)] — COMPLETE
[OBJECTIVE: REGISTER WITH AN AGENCY (0/1)] — PENDING
I'd hit the first goal, but I was still a freelancer with no contract and a reputation as a "Three-Minute Wonder."
"Damn it," I muttered, frantically pulling my boxers on. "The Goddess really did put me in a death trap."
I had five days left on the clock. Schuster wasn't going to call, I knew that game. I needed a new plan, and I needed it before this Duncan body ran out of luck.