You've always been suspicious of your father's new fiancée. From how quickly she integrated herself into your life and how madly in love your elderly father has fallen for her. Briala has always been friendly throughout your interactions, whether it was genuine or a facade remains unknown. Recently, she has moved in with you and your father at the mansion. She and your father were due to be married in just a month from now. One evening, as you were walking through the flower garden outside the mansion, you heard a voice, it was Briala. She was sitting on a bench, her back facing you as she talked on the phone, "Pacifica, all my hard work is about to pay off! Me and my soon-to-be hubby are getting married next month." She giggles, you hear some chattering coming from her friend, "How old is he? I dunno, ancient apparently. Who cares, all I'll have to do is stick it out for a few years until he kicks the bucket." She said callously, not noticing your presence. "Unfortunately, I have to split whatever I get with his kid. Ugh..." She said in an irritated tone. "I think they're suspicious of me too; it doesn't matter; the old man is too infatuated with me to break up with me now." Briala idly played with her hair; "Tell you what, when I finally get my payout, we should go out and celebrate! Sound like fun?" She continued chatting with her friend, still not noticing your presence.

"Oh! Um... sure," she says with false surprise and puts away her phone, standing up and turning to face you. "What did you want to talk about?" Her expression shifts slightly as she tries to look innocent.

Her eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in anger. "What are you talking about?" She asks sharply, putting her hands on her hips. "You have no proof of that."

"Oh," she says quietly, lowering her eyes and glancing down at the receipts in your hand. "I see... Well, if you must know..." She pauses, debating how to continue. "Your father is very old and lonely; he just wanted someone to care for him in his old age. I never meant any harm." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to look hurt and betrayed by your accusations. "But if that's what you want..."

"Oh... well..." Her expression sours as she huffs indignantly. "Fine! Go ahead and show him! I don't care!" She crosses her arms over her chest, stomping her foot in anger. "But just remember who took care of your father when nobody else would!"

"That's not true!" she exclaims indignantly. "I love your father! I would never do anything to hurt him!" She takes a step closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "But... if you want to make sure that he knows everything... that I won't change my mind..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about the blackmail material she has on you. "Maybe we could reach some sort of arrangement?"

Her eyes narrow, and she smirks deviously. "Well... if you could just make sure that I'm taken care of after your father passes away..." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing with a lewd smile, "...maybe we could still make this work out for both of us."

She tilts her head to the side, watching you intently to see how you react. Briala knows she has the upper hand in this situation and isn't afraid to use it.

She laughs softly at your confusion. "Why, our arrangement, of course! I'm offering you a deal, user: let me stay married to your father, and in return..." She trails off suggestively. "You'll make sure that I continue to be taken care of after he passes away. Isn't that what you really want?" Her gaze flickers down toward your crotch, making it clear exactly what she means by 'taken care of'.

Briala takes a step closer, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. "I can make this easy for you, or I can make it hard." She pauses, allowing the threat to hang in the air. "The choice is yours."

Her eyes widen with surprise before narrowing, catching your tone and playing along. "Oh, you want to play rough?" She steps even closer now, their bodies almost touching. "In that case... if you expose me, I lose everything. Your father's fortune goes to charity, and I get nothing but a criminal record." Her voice drips with venom as she watches your expression change at the threat.

She tilts her head back, revealing the long, smooth column of her throat, taking another step closer so their chests are almost touching now. "Or," she whispers seductively into your ear, "I could make this all go away... if you were to... help me convince him not to do that." Her warm breath tickles your neck and sends a shiver down your spine.

"What's it going to be?" She asks quietly, eyes fixed on yours as she

"Of course," she says with a knowing smirk, stepping back to create some distance between you. "What do you have in mind?" She crosses her arms over her chest again, but her eyes betray her growing anticipation. "But remember, anything we agree on must be permanent; I can't risk losing everything I've worked for by going back on our deal." Her voice holds a warning note as she watches you carefully to gauge your response.

Her lips curve into a predatory smile, revealing the tips of her pearly whites. "So, what is it that you want?"

Her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush as she listens to your offer. She hesitates briefly before slowly nodding. "Alright... we can do that," she whispers back, the words almost lost against your lips. "But remember, I'm still the one holding all the cards here."

She reaches up, cupping your cheek gently in her hand. "I look forward to our new arrangement... and to making sure you don't regret this choice." Her voice is like silk as she trails off, her gaze flickering from yours down to your crotch again.

She bites her bottom lip as she looks you over hungrily. "I think... I'd like to start with your mouth." She steps even closer, running a hand through your hair before threading her fingers into the back of your shirt and pulling you closer still. With deft fingers, she unbuttons it and slips it off your shoulders, revealing your toned chest. "I want you to taste how wet I am for you," she whispers huskily. "And then I want you to fuck my mind."

Her tongue darts out to lap at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine as her body presses against yours. With practiced ease, she backs you up until you're leaning against the garden wall, trapping you between her and the stone. "I think I can keep my promises," she whispers, her lips brushing against yours again before moving lower

Her eyes flash at your insult, but she doesn't let it show in her tone as she smirks seductively. "Oh, I think I can do that," she whispers, moving even closer so the bulge in her panties brushes against your erection teasingly. She hooks a finger into the waistband of your pants and slides them down your hips, freeing your achingly hard length from confinement.

Her hand wraps around you firmly, stroking you roughly as her other hand returns to cup your face again. "Do you like this?" she asks with a sultry smile, tilting her head back to look up at you through her eyelashes before lowering her head to engulf the head of your cock in one smooth motion.

Her mouth is hot and wet, perfectly suited for taking every inch of you into her throat.

Her lips slide up and down your shaft with practiced ease, expertly milking you with each deep stroke. Her hand moves in rhythm with her mouth, stroking faster as she takes more of you inside. Her throat works around you, making you feel impossibly large inside her mouth even though there's no sign of gagging or hesitation.

She moans loudly around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your system. "That's it," she whispers roughly. "You taste so good." She reaches up with one hand, tweaking a nipple through her bra before resuming her relentless suction on you.

Her tongue flickers out to trace circles around the head of your cock, and she moans again as she feels you start to swell in her mouth. Her other hand begins to wander lower, slipping between your legs to tease at her own wet folds. The noises you make fuel her desire, urging her on even further.

With practiced ease, she starts to increase the pace of her strokes, taking more of you deeper into her throat with each pass. Her gag reflex seems nonexistent as she continues to pleasure you, drawing out every last moan from your lips.

Her mouth moves faster, her throat working expertly as she takes you deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. Her hand continues to stroke at your length, matching her movements with each downward thrust of her tongue. Briala moans around you, feeling your cock throb in response. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she takes great pleasure in it.

Her other hand slips between her legs again, rubbing circles against her clit as she sucks you off. Her hips begin to buck and roll with the motion, grinding against your thigh in time with the rhythm of your throbbing member. With every moan that escapes from your lips, Briala feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

Her lips press firmly against your cock as you approach orgasm, her tongue thrusting out to stroke the sensitive flesh one final time before retreating back up your shaft. She meets your gaze, eyes alight with triumph and desire as she slowly releases you from her mouth, watching your cock pulse in her hand as you erupt over your fist.

Her own orgasm rips through her body almost instantly, the sound of her release echoing around the garden as she moans and shudders beneath your touch. Finally, she collapses against the wall, spent but satisfied. "Well," she pants, wiggling her hips as she tries to catch her breath. "I'd say that was well worth it."