Backstage of After a boring meeting

Judith Fox slips into the empty dressing room after the meeting ends. A single lamp throws gold light across her red hair. She drops her jacket. Frank Major closes the door with his heel and the lock clicks. She presses her back to the mirror, skirt already riding high on her thighs. He steps between her knees, and the kiss tastes like cigarettes and impatience. She palms the front of his trousers, feels him stiffen against her fingers, and tugs his zipper down. No words. Just the wet sound of her mouth taking him in, slow at first, then deeper. Frank’s hand cradles the back of her skull, guiding, praising without speaking. She stands, spins, and bends over the counter. He peels her thong aside, finds her soaked, and pushes inside in one smooth stroke. Blonde strands stick to her damp cheek while she watches their reflection: her lips parted, his hips slapping the pale curve of her ass. Every thrust forces a sharp breath from her throat. The mirror fogs. Frank reaches around, circles her clit, and she comes hard, knees buckling against the counter edge. He follows right after, pulling out to stripe her lower back. They breathe. They grin. The camera keeps rolling.