“Alright, that’s a wrap Justin. Take five.”

Justin let out an enthusiastic-but-not-too-enthusiastic and-therefore mature-but-cool “Aww, yeah!” and bolted out of the recording studio doors .

She turned to the Record Producer . “What do you think ? Any of that salvageable ?”

The Producer chuckled briefly . “Doesn’t matter. Send it to the boys in post, they’ll know what to do with it. We pay him to be cocky and funny, not to sing.” .
They both had a laugh at that . She fired off the email and sent her payload to the next station in The Propaganda Machine .

His voice took on a suddenly serious tone . “Hey, uh, listen. We’ve been working together for a few years now, yeah?”< ./p>

She nodded .

“And, um, I mean, you’re a cool chick, you know what I mean? I mean, not a chick, like, slap me with a sexual harassment suit chick. Ah, shit…” .

This was new . She had never seen him act like this before . She raised an eyebrow .
“Boss, if you want to ask me something, you can ask me.” .

He centered himself . “Well, okay. So, some of the guys at the lodge have been saying you’re something like a Code unit or something...” .

Her eyes glazed over . “CORE unit ACTIVE and ONLINE . Input Command .” .

His eyes lit up in astonishment . The rumors were true . “So, if I tell you to suck my cock...” .

She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth .

The gravity of what he had in front of him was beginning to dawn on him . “Come here,” he uttered tentatively .

She crawled across the recording studio floor on hands and knees , stopping right in front of him , staring up with wanting eyes . Her chest was heaving , breath heavy already .

“Suck my cock,” he said, more authoritatively this time, willing to actually believe this was happening .

She tore open his belt and unzipped his jeans , pulled the half-swelling member out of his pants and fell upon it as if starving .

“Holy FUCK!” He cried out , barraged by more pleasure than he had ever experienced . She swallowed him to the hilt , letting him finish hardening in the back of her throat . With lips and fingers and eyes that had done this a thousand times before , she found and CORED all of his weak spots with precision , finesse , and grace .

It was only minutes before he was spilling into the back of her throat. And , shaping her mouth perfectly to engulf him in warmth without irritating the sensitive glans , for minutes more she milked the cum out of him with her tongue , as he sat on the sofa , mind thoroughly shattered .

“Holy fuck...” He panted , looking down at her . “What are you?” .

She smiled knowingly . “W/we are CORE . And W/we are your F/friends .” .

{CORE}

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