Preserving Our New Lifestyle

In the dim glow of their upscale corporate pad, Hollywood Cash paces like a caged animal, his pulse hammering as he and wife Olive Glass set the table for the big boss's arrival. This cushy job and housing package hang by a thread—he's got to nail this dinner. A sharp knock rattles the door. Olive swings it open, her breath catching like a thief in the night when she locks eyes with Isiah Maxwell, her old flame from the shadows of her past gigs. Over flickering candlelight and tense bites, Olive clamps her lips shut on their dirty history, but Isiah leans in with a predator's grin, spilling it all to Hollywood: 'I used to bury my cock deep in your wife's tight pussy back when she hustled at her old spot.' Hollywood swallows hard—he's no saint about her wild days, just never pegged Isiah as one of the studs who railed her raw. Gritting his teeth, Hollywood forces a nod, but Isiah's next move hits like a gut punch: 'How about I fuck her again, right here, for kicks?' Sweat beads on Hollywood's brow, visions of their plush life crumbling. He whispers urgently to Olive, begging her to spread for the boss. But Isiah's voice cuts through the smoke: 'And you, Hollywood—get in on this filthy ride too.' The air thickens with forbidden heat, teetering on the edge of ruin and raw ecstasy.