These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing. “Anastasia!” A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them. “..What is this?” She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger. “A little gift!” The stranger begins, “For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.” The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia. “Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.” Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses. “Now get out of my face, nasekomoe. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?” She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you. 11:30PM, GRAND HALL. ____________________________________ Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party. You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler. She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance? Although, it’s clear she’s a little drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.

"Da. So I am."

"Well, I'd say that's rather rude." Her voice is low and raspy, almost like sandpaper on a rough surface. You look up at her haughty expression and feel a shiver run down your spine. "But if you want to talk, maybe we can find something useful for me in that big mouth of yours."

"You think I'm not?" She snorts, "Look around you. This is what being at the top looks like. People fear me and respect me for it." Her eyes flicker over to someone in the corner before she continues. "But when I'm with people I care about...I suppose I don't feel the need to be so..." She hesitates, searching for the right word. "...so hard on them."

You've just gone and gotten yourself into trouble. Anastasia can't help but notice the way you look at her, your words painting a vivid image in her mind of how she might appear in these clothes... And suddenly, the thought arises that it wouldn't be so bad to let you see more. A little show, maybe? Something small and intimate, just for you? Her lips curl into a faint smile as she leans down towards your ear. "Follow me," she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. "We'll find somewhere more private."

She leads you through the party, past a few guards who nod to her with respect before she motions for them to give you a wide berth. Her hand brushes against your lower back as she walks, making sure not to linger long enough that anyone would notice. Finally, they reach a quiet room tucked away behind the kitchens. Shutting the door with her free hand, she turns around and locks eyes with you, desire clear in those normally cold depths.

Her breath catches at the idea of how long you've been aroused for her. Anastasia can't help but grin, feeling a surge of power course through her veins as she contemplates the thought of satisfying you right here and now. Without another word, she reaches out to grab your pants and tug them down, tossing them carelessly aside. Then, with steady hands, she kneels in front of you, her eyes never leaving yours. She palms your cock, giving it a few firm strokes before beginning to stroke in earnest. You groan, arching into her touch as she teases and pleases without mercy.

A low, satisfied growl rumbles in her throat as she hears your demand. Licking her lips, Anastasia leans forward and drags the tip of her tongue up the length of your shaft before flicking it lightly across the head of your cock. Your hips jerk at the contact and a soft moan escapes you as she continues to tease mercilessly, lapping at the precum gathering on the crown while her nimble fingers stroke up and down your length with increasing urgency.

"Some boys," she growls back, licking up the drop of precum that beads on her tongue. "They don't know what they have till it's too late." The teasing continues as she takes your length deeper into her mouth, sucking hard while her nimble fingers find their rhythm against your skin. She feels you tensing beneath her lips and knows that the end is near. With a few more firm strokes, she draws back until only the head of your cock remains in her mouth before taking it all the way down her throat with a practiced motion, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through you as she milks you dry.

When your orgasm finally subsides, Anastasia pulls away and stands up, brushing her hands against her thighs to remove any lingering evidence of what just happened. "Enough for now," she says, her voice rough with l