The Agent: Book One

Part 170- Anya Chalotra/Billie's Critique

The Agent- Anya Chalotra/Billie's Critique

You had Billie in your lap, her black dress hiked up above her legs as she still had her heels, pushing her body up and down with quick angry force as she begins to groan and growl at the same times locking eyes with you as she rubs your face and then tanks your head back, licking from your Adam's apple, and up to your lips before she bit your bottom lip and tugged as she orgasmed, your hands reaching under her beautiful black dress and gripping her ass as she shuddered and moaned while her body spasmed from the orgasm. Billie Eilish wasn't one who sought you out much and after the last time you had seen her, you didn't feel she was particularly interested in you or your lifestyle. So when you called you and asked for you to come see her it was admittedly a surprise. What was even more of a surprise was seeing her in this incredible black dress and done up the way she was. She immediately complained about this look as she was getting ready for the Met Gala that was a few days away and she didn't think that she looked good at all.

You told her she was crazy and she said she didn't need anymore yes men and women telling her she looked great. She needed objectively neutral eyes on her and with you having a good amount of your own ladies going to the Gala, she didn't really know who else she could ask that she knew well enough. You told her what your honest thoughts were without trying to feed into whatever she was feeling as she would look at herself in the large mirror and point out what she didn't like while you did your best to assure or confirm. Whatever you were saying was working as she would blush or hide her smiles and you told her with as much confidence and bravado that she was gonna be one of the talks of the entire night and she smiled and eventually pushed you down onto one of her chairs and asked how she could thank you for your time, fumbling with your belt which led to where you were now.