The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Vivian was pressed so hard against the wall of the elevator by the man that she couldn't breathe, "Please don't, Mr. Class adviser...." "No, I quit my job as the class adviser long ago. Now I'm the secretary general of the general manager of CL Group." Quentin's fingers reached into her underwear and squeezed in, but he instantly frowned, "You're not tight as before. Tell me, how many men have you slept with since we broke up?"

Embarrassed and scared, Vivian answered honestly, "...Three."

""What a slut!"

Quentin smiled sarcastically and withdrew fingers in disgust. He wiped his fingers on her dress and said, "Did you just fail the interview?"

"Yes." Vivian quickly nodded, because she was really intimidated by her old class adviser.

"Which position are you applying for?""

"The secretary of the general manager."

"Do you really want to work in the CL Group?"

"Of course I do!"

"Half past twelve. Room 808 of the Sintra Motel. Meet me there and you will get what you want."

When Quentin finished his sentence, the elevator stopped at the first floor. All of a sudden, he turned into the polite and smiling secretary general she had seen moments ago.

Vivian fell onto the floor feebly the moment he was gone.

She recalled what had happened three years ago.

Back then, she was a 16-year-old senior student in high school who had skipped two grades in a row because of her excellent academic performance.

Quentin was her class adviser.

One day, when the self-study at night was over, Quentin called her to the office for extra lessons. It was late at night when all the other teachers and students were gone, and there were Vivian and Quentin left in the building. It was the night when he bent her over the desk and brutally raped her, a poor teenage girl.

She lost her virginity to Quentin.

When it was over, she was too scared to tell anyone about it.

However, perhaps emboldened by her cowardice, Quentin started to find various excuses to call her to various other places to rape her with impunity.

Vivian gradually became less scared and started to enjoy it when she was ravished by Quentin.

She was infatuated with the sensual pleasure.

She even started to look forward to it. At last, she started to take the initiative in their sexual relationship.

In that year, she was practically Quentin's sex slave. They had done it everywhere, in the teacher's office, in the empty classroom and in the thick grass. Under Quentin's instruction, she inevitably became a shameless and insatiable slut. It was a turning point in her life. Before that, she was just an innocent teenage girl who was a little arrogant and selfish. But after she got involved with Quentin, she completely indulged in sensuality.

She quickly lost interest in her studies. She had spent most of her time hanging around with Quentin and the rest of it recalling their craziness.

After graduating from high school, she went to college and Quentin suddenly quit his job as a teacher.

Vivian had never thought she would see him again. However, three years had passed and she has just met him outside the interviewer's room.

She wandered about in the street and all she could think about was their crazy sex back in the high school. She hadn't been sure whether she loved him or hated him, so she had chosen to forget him in the past three years. Now it all went back to where it had been.

She hesitated for a while, but eventually decided to show up at the door of Room 808 of the Sintra Motel on time.

"I knew you would come."

Quentin opened the door and smiled confidently.

He pulled Vivian into the room without saying anything else. He ripped her clothes off, pressed her against the table and entered her roughly, just like on the night three years ago.

Vivian tried to push him away, but he was too busy pounding her to let her go.

She was suddenly so annoyed with his rudeness that she started to scratch and bite him like crazy.

It seemed that Quentin equally hated the fact that Vivian had slept with other men. The more crazily she bit him, the more roughly his thrust became.

To say the least, they finally got into a fight.

Neither of them would yield to the other nor cry out in pain. They were just making love like animals.

One hour later, both of them were exhausted.

Vivian was laying face down on the large bed with Quentin on top of her.

"You've done much better in bed after three years. I bet you've slept with more than three men."

Quentin caressed her flushing face and said spitefully.

"You've done much worse in bed after three years. You used to be able to fuck me for two hours. What's wrong with you today? You caved in after just an hour." Vivian retorted, equally spitefully.

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