Masked Temptations and Hidden Desires

Lucian's pulse quickened as he stared at the discreet website on his screen. The dim glow of the monitor bathed his chiseled face in cold blue light, casting shadows that flickered along the sharp lines of his jaw. Each click of the mouse echoed through the dark room, the faint hum of the computer the only sound breaking the stillness. His breath came slow and measured, heart thudding in anticipation. The forbidden promise behind those digital walls called to something primal within him—something dark, possessive, and insatiable. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, the weight of the decision pressing down as if the very air had thickened around him. The world outside that screen no longer existed—only the hunger in his chest and the secret gateway to power that lay just a click away. The idea of becoming a gigolo wasn't just a scheme—it was a gateway to power. Women, money, and endless pleasure—all wrapped in a cloak of secrecy. The thought alone sent a dark thrill coursing through him.

The site required applicants to undergo a medical check-up, a full-body assessment... and a naked photoshoot to gauge their compatibility with high-paying clients.

Lucian's lips curled into a smirk. They want to see the goods? Fine... they'll get a fucking masterpiece.

He booked an appointment for 1:00 p.m., his mind already plotting how to conquer every woman who crossed his path. But Lucian wasn't just after cash—he wanted total submission.

Before heading out, he browsed through The Eros Nexus System's My Store. His eyes landed on a new tech item—Smart Contact Lenses. These bad boys offered built-in X-ray vision, facial recognition, and internet-connected AI to pull up personal information at a glance.

"With these... no woman will ever hide from me again," Lucian muttered, purchasing the lenses without hesitation.

As he slid them onto his eyes, the lenses synced directly to his mind. A wave of data flickered through his vision—names, bank balances, social media profiles—all at his mental command.

He walked to the mirror, activating the X-ray function. His reflection stood there... stark naked.

"Damn... I'm a walking fucking weapon."

With $99,000 left in his account, Lucian suited up in a sleek outfit, radiating pure dominance. He made his way to the appointment location—a luxurious, discreet building tucked away from prying eyes.

The lobby was dripping in opulence—polished marble floors, velvet chairs, and the scent of expensive perfume lingering in the air. At the front desk sat Angelina, the receptionist. She was a vision—plump lips, long lashes, and a bust straining against her tight blouse.

Lucian's lenses flicked to life.

Angelina - Age 28

Assets: $120,000

Relationship Status: Single

Perfect.

He leaned onto the counter, his voice low and smooth. "I've got an appointment... but maybe you can check me in personally?"

Angelina's cheeks flushed pink as she glanced at him from under her lashes. "Of course, sir... Please, wait over there."

Lucian smirked and sauntered to the plush sofa, locking eyes with her as he sat down. He made a mental note to break that little receptionist later.

A few minutes later, Angelina led him to a private meeting room. The door shut softly behind him... and there she was—Valeria.

The woman was the definition of high-class seduction—mid-30s, hourglass figure, legs crossed beneath a tailored pencil skirt. Her platinum blonde hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and her red lips curved into a smile that promised sin.

Lucian's lenses flicked on, casting a faint electric-blue shimmer across his vision. Data streams unfurled like invisible threads, overlaying every curve and detail of the room. The subtle hum of the AI interface echoed in his mind—heightening every sense, sharpening every edge. With a mere thought, the lenses zoomed in, tracking Valeria's pulse beneath her porcelain skin, the micro-expressions that betrayed her hidden hunger. The world around him felt more alive—like he held the power to strip away every secret, layer by layer.

Valeria - Age 36

Assets: $12 Million

Relationship Status: Divorced

Bingo.

"Welcome, Lucian... I've been expecting you." Her voice was smooth, like honey laced with venom.

Lucian's cock twitched in his pants. He sat down across from her, leaning back with a lazy confidence.

"Didn't know I'd be meeting an angel today."

Valeria's lips twitched. "Flattery won't get you far here... but I admire the attempt."

She began asking him basic questions, filling out forms. But Lucian wasn't playing by the rules. His eyes roamed her body shamelessly, and he activated the lenses' X-ray mode.

Her lace bra and panties came into view beneath her clothes—blood-red, just like her lipstick.

His cock throbbed beneath his trousers.

"Do you have any... special skills, Lucian?" she asked, not looking up from her clipboard.

Lucian smirked. "I'm very... good with my mouth."

Valeria's eyes flicked up—amusement dancing behind them. "Confidence... I like that. But you'll have to prove it if you want to join our little family."

She stood, walking around the desk—hips swaying with calculated grace. Lucian's gaze locked onto her curves.

This bitch wants to test me? Fine... I'll break her before she even signs the contract.

Valeria leaned down slightly, her face inches from his. The scent of expensive perfume filled his nostrils.

"Take off your shirt," she purred.

Lucian didn't hesitate—his muscles rippling as he peeled off the fabric. Valeria's breath caught, her eyes devouring every inch of his sculpted torso.

"Not bad... but we need to see more. Stand up."

Lucian's cock strained against his pants as he obeyed. Slowly, he unbuckled his belt—never breaking eye contact. Valeria's tongue flicked out, wetting her lips.

He dropped his trousers... letting his thick, throbbing length spring free.

Valeria's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his cock like a starving woman.

"Fuck... you're definitely above average."

Lucian smirked darkly. "You haven't even felt what I can do with it yet."

Valeria's eyes burned with lust, but she kept up the act—circling him like a predator sizing up her prey.

"One final test..." she whispered, stepping closer. "You need to show me... how well you follow orders."

Lucian leaned in, his breath hot against her ear—each exhale sending shivers down her spine. His lips hovered just above her skin, never quite touching, drawing out the tension with cruel precision. The warmth of his breath painted a trail along the curve of her neck, making her pulse quicken. His voice dropped to a low, seductive whisper—each word laced with dark promise. "Or maybe... you need to show me how good you are at surrendering."

"Or maybe... you need to show me how good you are at surrendering."

Valeria's pulse quickened—he could hear it. Her composure cracked, just for a second. Lucian's hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body.

Her eyes flicked to the closed door.

"They'll hear us..."

Lucian's lips brushed her neck. "Let them."

He crushed his mouth against hers—dominant, hungry. Valeria whimpered, her nails digging into his back as she melted into his touch.

His fingers trailed down her body, hiking up her skirt to reveal her soaked lace panties. He tore them aside without a second thought, sliding two fingers deep into her dripping cunt.

Valeria gasped, her knees buckling. Lucian caught her, forcing her onto the desk—legs spread wide.

"You're mine now," he growled against her ear. "By the time I'm done with you... you'll be begging to add me to your private client list."

He devoured her right there—fingers plunging into her soaked pussy, tongue flicking across her swollen clit. Valeria's moans filled the room as Lucian broke her piece by piece.

By the time she came—screaming his name—her Surrender Rate ticked up to 40%.

Lucian smirked, licking her juices from his fingers.

One down... a whole fucking city to go.

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