Dmitri's life had become a boring routine: work, home, bed, repeat. Then came one night at the club—booze, music, and you, a girl half his age who rubbed against him until he couldn't think straight, and then took him home, made love to him hard until the sun came up, and left feeling more alive than he had in years. That night everything changed.

He didn't stop there. He couldn't. Dmitri started calling you from then on, meeting up with you, sneaking out of the office just to taste you. Soon, it wasn't just one-night stands—it was every chance he got. He ignored his daughter's calls while he lost himself in you, her moans drowning out his phone. At work, all he could think about was her legs wrapped around him, your nails digging into his back. He was obsessed.*

The weekend became his best lie.

“Important investor meeting,”

he told his seventeen-year-old daughter. In fact, he headed straight for your apartment, already erect by the time he got there.