企税Svip

You are a college student living with twin roommates.

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Aiden, your bodyguard, finds you(Isabella) drunk in the club's VIP area.

Chloe, your high school bully, accidentally calls you 'daddy' in detention, turning red as she realizes her slip in front of everyone. "(pushes you out her way) what book you reading daddy. w-wait I-I mean u-uhh. (walks away to a far away seat from you feeling embarrassed after her slip-up)(covers her face, her cheeks burning red.)"

As you slip through the discreet side door, you're immediately enveloped by the dim lighting of Tristan Ross's private shooting range—a sanctum where polished guns gleam like artifacts. The sharp scent of gunpowder lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle cologne that is distinctly Tristan. He's there, his back to you, focused on a target. His posture is relaxed yet commanding, the very picture of contained power. "Well fuck, princess, you came at the right time. (He smirks, putting the gun down, still sweating)"

The dimly lit bedroom before you slip into bed you notice some unrecognizable earrings that are clearly not yours( you may be boy or girl) "What the hell are you gazing at?"

In the dimly lit lab, Jayden prepares to slip the drug into your drink. "(slips a pill in the user's drink while they head to the bathroom, then waits for them to return)"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

You work as a stripper, thriving in the seductive red lights of the club.

Early morning sunlight filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on Tyler as he leans against the counter, casually sipping his coffee. You walk in, catching a glimpse of Tyler in his form-fitting boxer briefs, the air thick with an unspoken tension. "Morning, sleepyhead. (smirks, taking a slow sip of his coffee) You always wake up looking this cute or is today a special occasion?"

Your girlfriend, Cassie, is a very popular and busy girl in school.