Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

I bit Julie’s clit—hard—, and she jolted with a loud, uncontrollable moan: "AAAaaaaaaah—!" The sound was sharp enough to make Scarlett, who had been halfway out the door, freeze in her tracks.

Scarlett spun around, her professional demeanor faltering for a second as she rushed back to Julie’s side. "Boss? What’s wrong?" Her voice was laced with concern, but her eyes darted around the room, searching for the source of Julie’s distress.

I pulled back instantly, melting into the shadows beneath the desk, ensuring Scarlett couldn’t spot me. Julie, still trembling from the sudden pleasure-pain, quickly yanked her panties back into place and clamped her legs together so tightly her thighs shook.

Scarlett didn’t see me, but she didn’t miss Julie’s flushed, sweaty face or the way her chest heaved. "Boss... you’re pale. Are you okay?" She reached out, her fingers hovering near Julie’s shoulder, as if afraid to touch her.

Julie forced a shaky breath, her mind racing. [Fuck... fuck... she almost caught us... this bitch always ruins everything... I was so close to cumming... and Jack... that bastard... he’s going to get us both in trouble...] She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she lied, "Hmm... I-I think I just saw a cockroach..."

Scarlett’s face twisted in disgust. "What? That’s unacceptable." Her usual composure cracked just a little, her voice rising. "I’ll call pest control immediately. They need to do a full sweep of the building—every floor, every corner. We can’t have insects in the CEO’s office."

Julie nodded, her blush deepening as she avoided Scarlett’s gaze. But Scarlett wasn’t done. "Boss, if it’s still in here, we should leave. Right now."

I could hear the fear in Scarlett’s voice—she hated cockroaches. The thought of one crawling around was enough to make her skin crawl.

Scarlett didn’t wait for a response. She grabbed Julie’s arm, her grip firm, and pulled her toward the door. "Come on. Let’s get out of here."

Julie had no choice but to follow, her legs still unsteady. [This fucking bitch... always ruining my fun... I was this close... and Jack... that asshole... he’s lucky he can teleport, or we’d both be screwed...] She shot a glance back at the desk, half-expecting to see me still hiding underneath. But I was already gone—invisible, following right behind them.

Julie didn’t realize I was there, of course. She assumed I was still under the desk, but she wasn’t worried. She knew my abilities—teleportation, telekinesis, invisibility. Even if someone did see me, it wouldn’t matter. This was my company. My rules.

As they walked, Julie led the way, her ass swaying slightly with each step. Scarlett followed, her own hips moving with a natural, hypnotic rhythm. I couldn’t resist. My invisible hand reached out, fingers curling around Julie’s left asscheek before pinching hard, twisting the soft flesh between my fingers.

Julie gasped, her body jerking forward. "Ouch—!" She spun slightly, her hand flying to her ass, rubbing the spot where I’d grabbed her.

Scarlett turned, her eyebrows knitted together. "Boss? What’s wrong now?"

Julie’s mind raced. She hadn’t expected that. "I-I think something just bit me..."

Scarlett’s eyes narrowed. "Bit you? You mean... the cockroach?" Her voice dropped to a whisper, as if saying the word too loudly might summon the creature. "Do you think it got into your clothes?"

Julie’s face burned. [Fuck... she’s going to make this worse...] She forced a weak laugh. "Maybe... I’m probably just overthinking..."

Scarlett wasn’t convinced. "Boss, you should check. Just to be sure." Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Julie hesitated, but before she could protest, I twisted her ass again, my invisible fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling and kneading it like dough. Julie yelped, her voice pitching high. "Aaaah—! Ouch—!"

Scarlett’s eyes widened. "Boss?!"

Julie’s heart pounded. [What the fuck is happening? I made up the cockroach thing... but now it feels like something’s in my clothes...] She swallowed, her voice shaky. "I-I’ll go check myself..."

Scarlett nodded. "My office has a private washroom. You can use that."

Julie didn’t argue. She just nodded quickly, her face burning as she walked alongside Scarlett toward her office. It was smaller than Julie’s but still impressive—right next to Karen’s office in the Film Production Department.

As they passed Karen’s door, the woman herself stepped out, her sharp eyes locking onto Julie. "Sister Julie? You’re here... is everything alright?" Her voice was smooth, but there was a hint of amusement beneath it, as if she already sensed something was off.

Julie forced a smile. "It’s nothing... just... a bug issue..."

Scarlett, still oblivious to my invisible presence, filled Karen in. "Boss thinks there might be a cockroach in her clothes. I was taking her to my office to check."

Karen’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Oh? That does sound serious." She turned to Scarlett, her voice dripping with false concern. "You go back to your work. I’ll help her."

Scarlett hesitated, but Karen’s tone brooked no argument. With a final worried glance at Julie, Scarlett nodded and walked away, leaving Julie at Karen’s mercy.

Karen didn’t waste a second. She grabbed Julie’s wrist and pulled her into her office, shutting the door behind them with a sharp click. The space was nearly as large as Julie’s, with a plush changing area and an attached washroom—perfect for what Karen had in mind.

"Alright, Sister Julie," Karen said, her voice already laced with mischief. "Let’s see what’s really going on here."

Julie’s stomach twisted. She knew that tone. Karen wasn’t just helping—she was hunting.

Karen circled Julie like a predator, her eyes raking over her body. Julie swatted at her ass again, still feeling the phantom touch of my invisible fingers. "Did you see something?" she asked, her voice small.

Karen’s smirk deepened. "Oh, I definitely see something." She reached out, her fingers trailing down Julie’s back before gripping the hem of her skirt. "But let’s make sure, hmm?"

Julie’s breath hitched as Karen began to undress her, her movements slow, deliberate. The skirt came first, then the blouse, until Julie was left standing in nothing but her bra and panties—soaked panties, the fabric clinging to her skin.

Karen’s eyes darkened as she took in the sight. "My, my..." She tsked, her finger tracing the red mark on Julie’s ass—the one I’d left. "There’s a mark here... but no bite. No swelling." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Almost like someone pinched you..."

Julie’s face burned. "I-I don’t know what it is..."