“I got it, Miss Coles Smith”, Shane smirked, and Melissa exhaled.

“…You…”, she murmured after a fistful of seconds, “…A moment ago you told me that you have a few rules”.

Shane nodded.

“…Okay. I’m listening, then. Tell me your rules”.

Shane bit her bottom lip and cleared her voice.

“First. If I’ll seduce your girlfriend Carmen, you’ll know it. With that, I mean that you’ll receive a photograph that you’ll judge as an incontrovertible evidence of her betrayal. The reason is that, sometimes, people don’t want to believe my words. Then I give them evidence. If Carmen is faithful to you, you’ll have to trust my words and nothing else”.

“I can do that”, Melissa said under her breath, nodding.

“Second. Don’t ask me to kiss your girlfriend and nothing else. I don’t work this way. I want, I need complete freedom of action. This could mean that, if a chance is given, I may be fucking your woman”.

Melissa swallowed the lump that was forming into her throat.

“The reason is that I need to be sure that my client will be content. I know, it may seem a paradox to you, to be content knowing that somebody else is having sex with your girl, but this is the way I work. My clients want to know if their partners are or aren’t faithful and trustworthy people… And they have to accept the truth, whatever it is. Are you okay with that?”.

Shane’s voice was seducing, despite her words. It sounded calm, relaxed and self confident, and Melissa thought that she must have given that same speech many, many times before.

“I’m okay with that”, she whispered.

Shane crossed her long, slender legs under the desk.

“Alright, then. Tell me more about Carmen”.

Melissa took a moment to look at Shane, to seriously look at Shane.

She was beautiful, without a doubt, with those deep greenish eyes and that pale complexion and that crow-black shortish hair. Her whole body oozed sensuality, androgyny, and a wide variety of other things. Above all, it oozed sex. It was almost surrounded by an invisible aura of sexiness and hotness.

Her laid back, offhand attitude added another ingredient to the already perfect living recipe that Shane McCutcheon was. For a brief moment, Melissa imagined her in a bed. Or better, she imagined to be in a bed with her. She wondered how she would fuck her, and how many times she would make her come with those hands and that mouth.