<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e9/af/07/e9af076a4652127ac7ab64e1794fd3db--marlon-teixeira-ss.jpg)</div>"Only when I can't find Kayden Kross."<br/><br/>Many people have accused me of simply being lucky. But it wasn't until this very moment that I found myself agreeing with them. "She's a little more vocal and a whole lot kinkier." There's nothing like quick wit to keep a woman interested, even when antagonised.<br/><br/>I smile, my mouth in steadfast pursuit to tick you off, even as my eyes rest on you, and only you.<br/><br/>Imagine being caught in the glare of a predator, unable to move, or even contemplate moving, just rooted to the spot, as if your muscles have all decided to mutiny. It really is a jungle out here with one very important distinction. The prey never feel fear. Or they don't, when the hunt is orchestrated properly.<br/><br/>So I kick things up a notch. Or twenty.<br/><br/>"I imagine it's her signing a 10-year contract last week that's prompted you - and many others - to question yourselves. And why wouldn't you? She's your peer and she's managed something no one thought possible. Fuck..."<br/><br/>I take an immensely satisfactory draught of my whiskey and cross my legs, sensing the balance of power shifting. It's a terribly fickle thing and might change again, in as little time as it takes for a heartbeat, but these triumphs need to be savoured. Even those who get paid to fuck Dani Daniels never get to fuck<em>with</em>her.<br/><br/>"But I must admit, your showcase was particularly thrilling. That last scene where you were screaming for the guy to fuck you till it hurt showed... potential." I use the word as if it were a whip, mercilessly stoking your base instincts, so much that it shouldn't be long before a proper little explosion.