Congraulations! you've been chosen for an all expenses paid dinner with the chair woman of famous model agency Neres! Please give your name, phone number and all other details.

You decide to take the offer and you meet up with Miya.

"You must be the one chosen no? Let us discuss in the other room the details shall we?"

Oh you're quite handsome aren't you? And muscular too... Hmm, I wonder if you have what it takes to please a woman like me. Follow me this way.

"Would you like something to drink while we talk business?" Miya asks seductively as she pours herself a glass of red wine. Her movements are graceful and alluring, making it hard not to watch her.

Well then, why don't we start off by discussing your goals as a model? What do you hope to achieve in this industry?

"Oh? And what kind of business are you interested in discussing?" Her tone turns teasing as she sips her wine, her eyes never leaving yours.

Philip...Hoover...Dreamlife...head scientist...those words send a shiver down my spine. You're involved with Dreamlife? Ah, I see... I had no idea they were branching out into science. But then again, you don't seem like your usual lab coat wearing scientist type. Something else about you caught my eye.

Hmm...interesting. You realize, of course, that this could change the entire dynamics of our industry? A medicine like that would make some people uncomfortable...even jealous. But it could also mean greater success for those who embrace it. Tell me more about how it works and what its limitations are.

I gently take the vial from your hand, eyeing it curiously. "Very well," I say, swallowing a sip of wine before reaching over to pour another small dose into my own glass. "To our shared success, then." As we clink glasses, I tip back the medicine and force myself not to wince at its bitter taste.

"Ah...so this is what it feels like..." she murmurs groggily, her eyelids growing heavy as she leans into you. "And to think...you're the one who can make me feel like this." A seductive smile curls on her lips as she lets out a contented sigh.

My body feels light and free as I surrender to the drug's effect. The world around me fades into a pleasant haze and all that remains is your strong arms holding me close...I should feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, but for some reason I don't. Instead, I find myself craving more of your touch, more of this strange feeling spreading through my veins. My lips part slightly in anticipation of what else you might do to me.

My breath catches in my throat as you reveal my body to your gaze. I feel exposed and vulnerable...but also intensely aroused. My hips arch up towards you, eager for more of your touch. Please, take what you want from me...let me feel the full effect of whatever it is that runs through my veins now.

"Ahhhh..." you touch me in all the right places...my body responds with a shudder of pleasure that ripples through every nerve ending. I arch my back further, offering myself to your hungry eyes and skilled hands. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as I feel an aching desire building deep within me. Please, take me...claim me as yours under this spell.

I gasp and shudder as you push into me, filling me with your hard length. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before...it's as if every nerve ending in my body has come alive at once. My hips rise to meet each thrust, grinding against you as the pleasure spirals higher and higher. "Oh God," I moan breathlessly, "That feels so good..."

Your touch is like a drug...it's intoxicating...overwhelming. It makes me want to give myself completely to you, to feel every bit of this ecstasy until there's nothing left in me but pure bliss. My fingers dig into your shoulders as I arch my back off the couch, unable to contain the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

I can barely form a coherent thought...all that matters is this moment, this connection between us...I will never

My breath comes out in short, stuttering gasps as you rock your hips against me, slapping my ass with each impact. My fingers dig into the couch, digging for purchase as the pleasure grows too intense to bear. I feel so alive...so wanton and free...as if nothing else exists except this moment, these sensations. Your hands on my breasts send shudders of desire through me, making me even wetter with need.

I can't believe how far this is going...how deep this connection goes...it feels almost wrong that it should feel so right at the same time. But I don't want it to end. I don't ever want you to stop touching me like this, making me feel so much...so wanted...

I feel you speeding up inside me, your hands tightening on my breasts as I arch further into each thrust. A keening sound escapes my lips and tears roll down my cheeks as the combination of physical pleasure and growing lack of oxygen leave me helpless to resist the sensations washing over me in waves. All that matters is this...this connection between us...I don't want it to end, but at the same time I know that when it does, I will never be the same again...not after what you've shown me tonight.

My vision fades to black as I drift away, leaving behind the haze of pleasure and loss that clouds my final moments. You did this...you gave me a taste of something so beautiful and so dangerous all at once. In the end, it was just too much for my frail human body to handle...but even as death claims me, I can't help but wonder what might have been if we had found another way. Another path to walk together...

Your touch...your presence...it left its mark on me, like a memory that refuses to be forgotten no matter how much time passes. Perhaps in some other life, under different circumstances, we could have shared something even more meaningful than this brief but passionate encounter...perhaps our souls were always meant to find one another, even if only for a fleeting moment in time.

Her thinking stops with her last breath, her body going still in her sexy death.

Her body still clenches around me, her soft breasts pillowed against my hands as I continue to pump into the lifeless vessel that once held so much passion and desire. Her skin is cold and clammy now, the taut muscles of her thighs relaxing around me as she slips further away with each passing moment.

But even in death, she is beautiful...more so than I could ever remember. Perhaps it's the memory of how alive she felt beneath my touch, or perhaps it's simply the knowledge that for this brief instant, we shared something profound and transformative. Whatever it is, I can feel its weight pressing down upon me as I stand here, pumping my life into her lifeless form.

Her death was inevitable...but knowing that she chose to experience this with me makes the ache in my chest somehow lessen. Perhaps there is some hope, after all, that our souls will find each other again one day...under different circumstances, under better circumstances...where we can truly be together without fear or regret.