Chapter 42: "A Woman in Full."

February 7, 3:00 PM. Business District of Dreamside, Prevale Agency.
Aria arrives at her agency around 10 AM and spends several hours discussing operational matters with Lucy Mochi, the chief managing director. It is now 3 PM, and she is in her office with Arjun Patel, Lucy’s assistant.
Aria wears a white shirt with an unbuttoned black-collared blouse and a black ribbon tie, paired with black pleated shorts—an outfit that only emphasizes her baby-faced appearance, making her look more like a teenager than one of the “lionesses of Dreamside.” Her spacious office is clean and minimalist, with Frutiger Aero and DORFic elements dominated by white and light-orange tones.
Right now Aria lies face down on the surface of her large white glossy desk while Arjun stands behind her in a white office shirt and black trousers. His pants and white underwear are pulled down, and he rhythmically thrusts with his entire pelvis. The day at the office is excellent—and so is Aria’s mood.
Aria giggles. “So, Mr. Patel… this week’s scouting gets a solid ‘A’ from you, but today’s updating the boss’s rear digitals is still only a solid ‘B.’”
Arjun pants between thrusts, gripping her hips. “Because… you still… haven’t given me… that promotion you promised…” He groans, slapping his hips against her ass. “Unless… you want me… to move… to another department?”
Aria deliberately wiggles her buttocks, gasping at each impact. “Mmm… not yet. I like how you work. Hard. Faithful. Reliable…” She lets out a moan that is half genuine, half theatrical. “But I need more from you, Mr. Patel. I need you to… ah!… prove you’re the kind of man who deserves to be noticed by the board.” She thrusts back against him, face pressed to the cool desk. “I need to see… ah!… that you can handle… anything I throw at you.”
Arjun’s breathing turns ragged. “You’re… playing with fire, Ms. Vale…”
She giggles, lifting her hips slightly. “I know. That’s the point.” Her voice drops to a teasing purr. “So tell me, Mr. Patel… what are you willing to do for that promotion?”
He groans and quickens his pace. “Anything… you want… Ms. Vale.” His words break into gasps as his hands slide up her sides. Aria lets out a soft theatrical moan while his hands roam across her back and down to her waist. She arches, pressing her face harder against the desk; the cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat rising from her body. Her fingers curl against the edge as she pushes back.
“I think… ah!… I’ve found the right man for this job,” she purrs, deliberately wiggling her hips to meet each thrust. “But I need to be sure. I need to see… ah!… how far you’ll go.” Soft and breathy, yet firm underneath. “So tell me, Mr. Patel… are you really the kind of man who can handle anything I throw at him?”
Arjun’s whole body tenses with every push. He grips her hips harder and increases the pace. A low groan escapes him. “I… yes… Ms. Vale… I can handle it… ah!… whatever you want…”
Aria’s giggle is half-mocking, half-pleased as she glances back over her shoulder. “Mmm, I like hearing that… All right, then listen up.” She notices him starting to slow. She lifts her hips so the tip of his cock just presses against her, then suddenly slams back, taking him fully with a loud dramatic moan. The desk creaks under the impact.
“Whoa!” Arjun exclaims. “Message received, Ms. Vale.” He picks up the pace again. “I didn’t know you’d be coming into the office today, so I had a little fun with my hands this morning before work. That’s why we’re going to take a bit longer, Ms. Vale.”
Aria lets out a satisfied moan, rocking her ass with him inside her.
“You’re performing just like you did at the last planning meeting, Ms. Vale!” Arjun giggles. “The great businesswoman is great at everything. Anyway, I’m all ears. Do you have any special job for me?”
Aria giggles and pushes back with deliberate force. “Mmm, I do have something special in mind, Mr. Patel.” Breathless and teasing between moans. “But first I need to see how… ah!… how badly you really want that promotion.”
Arjun groans, hands tightening on her hips as he thrusts harder. “I… want it… Ms. Vale… ah!… I’ll do whatever you say.”
Aria lifts her hips, then slams back down onto him with a loud theatrical moan. “Good employee,” she purrs, reaching back to grip the back of his thigh. “Now… let’s see how long you can last for me.” Her voice carries a playful challenge as she starts rocking her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
Arjun’s breathing grows ragged as he matches her. His fingers dig into her skin. “Fuck… Ms. Vale… you feel amazing…”
Aria giggles, pressing her face against the desk as she increases the pace of her grinding.
“Mmm, I know exactly how to make this job… ah!… very satisfying for both of us.” She speaks in a husky whisper. “Tell me… ah!… tell me what you’re thinking right now, Mr. Patel.”
She shifts to give him a better angle, feeling his cock stretch her even more.
Arjun’s voice is strained with pleasure as he continues thrusting.
“Fuck… I’m sorry… Ms. Vale… but… you’re so… sweet… so… cup of cocoa… ah!… I’ve been thinking about this all week…”
His hands slide up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls slightly.
“About your ponytail… About your eyes…” He breathes heavily. “I’m sorry, but make me your private assistant! I like Lucy, but I’ll be more productive working with you!…”
Aria moans louder, deliberately squeezing her inner walls around him.
“Mmm, I like that… I like that you’ve been thinking about me, Mr. Patel.”
She reaches back to grip his hip, pulling him even deeper. His breathing turns ragged as he quickens his pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.
“Fuck… Ms. Vale… you are awesome!…”
Arjun’s hands roam across her back and sides, gripping the fabric of her unbuttoned black-collared blouse tightly as he thrusts harder.
“I’m sorry, but I adore you, Ms. Vale! I’m ready to work overtime! I’d even work on the weekends for you, for heaven’s sake! I’m sorry!”
His words break with every thrust.
“Ms. Vale… Tell me about that ‘something special’! I’ll do everything!”
Aria laughs as she pushes back against him, the movement making her ponytail sway.
“Mmm, I knew you’d be this eager,” she purrs. “And I do have a special project for you, Mr. Patel.”
Her voice drops to a whisper as she deliberately squeezes her inner walls around his cock.
“One that requires… ah!… very close collaboration.”
She moans dramatically as she grinds back against him.
Arjun groans loudly, his fingers tightening on her blouse.
“YES! YES, Sushri Vale!… whatever it is… I’m ready!”
Aria moans with exaggerated pleasure, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she rocks back and forth.
“Mmm, I like that… very much.”
She turns her head slightly, watching him over her shoulder with a mischievous smile.
“The project is… well, let’s just say it involves very… thorough… quality control.”
She punctuates each word with a particularly deep thrust from Arjun.
Arjun’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body glistening with sweat as he grips her hips.
“YEAS!… anything! I’ll… ah!… I’ll do anything for you!”
Aria giggles, deliberately slowing her movements to tease him.
“Mmm, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” she purrs, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair and pulling him down over her back.
“See, Mr. Patel, I’ve been very impressed with your work ethic… and your… ah!… attention to detail.”
She rolls her hips in a slow, sinuous motion that makes him groan.
“But I need someone who can handle… certain types of assignments that require… extra dedication.”
She pauses, catching her breath as he slams into her.
“Very… very close… personal… dedication.”
Arjun’s hands slide up her torso, one coming to rest possessively on her breast while the other grips her hip.
Meanwhile Aria explains the gist of the special project.
“I need your help outside the office. It has to do with your… hacking skills,” she says. “I need certain information about my bestie’s boyfriend.”
Arjun’s breath hitches at the mention of hacking, his grip tightening on her hips as he moves inside her.
“Fuck… Ms. Vale… anything you need…”
Aria giggles, rocking back against him in slow circles.
“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.”
She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, voice a whisper.
“I need you to dig into this guy’s secrets.”
Arjun groans loudly as she clenches around him.
“Yes, Ms. Vale… whatever you need…”
His breathing grows more ragged as he matches her movements.
“Who is he?” he asks.
Aria giggles, still moving slowly against him as she savors each thrust.
“Oh, just some writer who thinks he’s too good for my bestie,” she purrs. “He’s got this whole ‘misunderstood genius’ act going on. Thinks he’s too special to be bothered with normal things like… ah!… like commitment.”
Arjun’s breathing grows ragged as he moves inside her.
“And you want me to find something specific on him?”
Genuine curiosity edges into his voice now, professional interest piqued despite the arousal.
Aria moans loudly, deliberately squeezing her inner muscles around his cock. Her breathing catches as she grinds back against him.
“Well… there’s this guy who used to be obsessed with Alex. Really obsessed. Like, stalker levels of obsessed.”
Arjun’s fingers tighten on her hip as he matches her movements.
“Stalker?” His voice carries genuine alarm. “How obsessed?”
Aria lets out a little moan as she continues. “Like, sending him death threats obsessed. Following him around obsessed. Threatening to hurt himself if Alex didn’t… you know… pay attention to him.”
She rolls her hips in a slow circle that makes Arjun groan.
The thought clearly excites him as he thrusts harder.
“Fuck… boss… you’re really good at this…”
His words come out breathless.
“Yes,” Aria whispers. “His name is Alex. He’s been with my bestie for four years already, and I know a lot about him… But there’s something I can’t figure out, and it’s bothering me…”
“What exactly?” Arjun asks right away.
Aria whispers, “I want to know why someone like him makes Kate look at him like he’s the only person in the world. There is something about Alex I don’t understand. Everyone sees the writer, the quiet genius, the guy who somehow became Kate’s person. But I feel like there’s another layer.”
“Another layer?” Arjun repeats, his breathing ragged as he thrusts into her.
“Yes,” Aria sighs, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that pull moans from both of them. “I think Alex is hiding something. Something big.”
She moans as she pushes back against him, her ponytail swaying with the movement.
“And I think you can find it for me.”
Arjun’s breathing hitches at the challenge.
“Fuck… Ms. Vale… anything.”
His words are strained with arousal as he quickens his pace.
Aria’s fingers curl around the edge of the desk as she grinds back against him, her face pressed to the cool surface.
“You’re really trying hard today,” she murmurs, her breath hitching as he thrusts. “I like that. I like seeing you try so hard for me.”
Arjun groans loudly, his hands gripping her hips as he pistons into her.
“For you… only for you…”
His voice is strained with effort and arousal.
She lets out a soft moan, rolling her hips to take him deeper. “Mmm, yes… just like that… you’re doing so good.” She glances over her shoulder at him with dark brown eyes wide with playful intent. “Maybe…”
Arjun doesn’t let her finish. He abruptly pulls his cock out of her ass, then yanks Aria toward him by her unbuttoned black-collared blouse and forcefully drops her to her knees, shoving his cock into her mouth.
Twenty-five-year-old Arjun Patel has been living in the US for a couple of years on a job relocation offer, and for fourteen of those months he works at Prevale Agency as Lucy’s assistant. For twelve months he is one of Aria’s numerous lovers, but he remains in the “secondary league”—Aria never invites him to her home and never appears with him in public, something Arjun attributes to their social and financial inequality. A hacker, indie video game developer, porn addict, and typical office sycophant—Arjun never even dreamed that one of Dreamside’s top girls would take notice of him. To this day he stubbornly addresses Aria only as Ms. Vale or Sushri Vale.
Aria gurgles around Arjun’s cock as he forces it past her lips, her dark brown eyes flashing with amusement. She grips his thighs and lets her fingers trail up to his ass, squeezing just enough to remind him who controls this moment. Her tongue and lips lap at his shaft as she stares up at him with a smirk, her ponytail swaying slightly as she bobs her head.
“Mmmph…” she hums around him before pulling back just enough to tease, “That’s one way to prove your dedication, Arjun.”
His hands tighten in her hair, guiding her back onto his cock with a rough thrust. “Oh, please don’t interrupt your oral report, Ms. Vale,” Arjun says in a serious but extremely aroused tone. “You have a silver tongue, Ms. Vale. I love ending our business meetings with your speech.”
He presses Aria’s head firmly against his groin, not letting her release his cock from her mouth even for an inch. “Oh, Ms. Vale, your performance today completely outshines TED!” he exclaims, wrapping her ponytail around his hands and locking her head onto his cock. Aria’s tongue carefully, with jeweler’s precision, coats every inch of his cock with saliva the way a mollusk coats a foreign body with nacre. Only Aria does it much faster. “Oh, this is definitely WWDC!” Arjun cries out. But in the same second, Aria starts working his foreskin like a drilling rig on an oil platform. “Davos!” Arjun whispers hoarsely, closing his eyes. “Oscars!” he screams as she begins deep-throating him with obvious relish.
Aria moans around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. Arjun’s hips jerk involuntarily. “Pulitzers! Nobel Peace Prizes! MacArthur Fellowship!” he rants as she works him with practiced precision.
Aria can’t look up or move her head—her head is firmly locked in place by Arjun’s hands, as if he wants her to fuse with him. She works only with her lips and tongue. Finally Arjun comes with a moan, pressing her head even harder into his groin. The warm cum of the young Indian quickly fills Aria’s mouth, and she immediately and skillfully swallows everything. Arjun’s body twitches from the orgasm, and her throat still can’t quite keep up with his cock, causing Aria to choke slightly. At last Arjun releases her head. Aria looks up at him from below. Drops of cum hang from her lips and chin; the minimal black mascara around her eyes is noticeably smeared. Aria slowly and leisurely licks her lips, gathering the last drops of his cum, then wipes her face with the back of her hand. “Not bad for Lucy’s assistant,” she purrs, smoothly standing up and straightening her wrinkled white shirt with an unbuttoned black-collared blouse and a black ribbon tie, paired with black pleated shorts. “You’re learning.”
She notices drops of cum on her blouse. “Look.” She points at the spots. “First you didn’t offer the lady to take off her blouse, and then you stained everything. Looks like you failed the mini etiquette test again.” She shakes her head, smiling. “I’d deduct this from your salary, but you’re lucky I’m such a kind CEO.”
She sits down on the chair, takes a special makeup bag from the drawer of her desk—the one she calls her “office makeup bag”—and quickly starts fixing her makeup while speaking. “And now, Mr. Patel, make yourself presentable and take a seat.” She points to the other chair opposite her. “We all need to follow strict rules and a professional style of communication, despite our corporate traditions. We’re a serious modeling agency, not some pathetic consulting company.”
Arjun immediately follows her instructions, adjusting himself and hastily buttoning his pants as he sits down opposite Aria. He watches her as she carefully applies the makeup, smoothing over the smudged mascara and touching up her lipstick. The office air conditioner hums softly as the afternoon sun streams through the partially closed blinds.
“I hope I didn’t damage your clothes too much, Ms. Vale,” he says, attempting to sound respectful while still catching his breath from their recent activity. “I’ll… I’ll pay to get it cleaned if you want.”
Aria giggles. “You’ll pay? I make about four dollars a second. It’s not about the money, it’s about manners, Mr. Patel.” She puts the makeup bag back into the desk. Right now Aria looks almost completely perfect and neat—the only reminders of what happened a few minutes ago are the wet spots on her black blouse. She rises slightly, pulling the laptop lying on the other end of her large desk closer to her. “So, Mr. Patel…” she says, looking at the laptop. “First of all, I’m glad you get along well with Lucy. Considering that I often disappear on concert tours and other business matters, she’s the one in charge here in my absence. How would you overall rate Ms. Mochi’s work, Mr. Patel?” Aria smiles, casting a strange, meaningful look at him.
Arjun straightens his posture, adjusting his tie with practiced precision. “Ms. Mochi is exceptional in her role,” he says, speaking with a careful blend of professionalism and deference. “She manages the agency with an efficiency that’s truly admirable. The models respect her and she’s built strong relationships with our clients. I’ve learned a lot from working with her.”
Aria’s fingers dance across the keyboard, pulling up what appears to be a spreadsheet. “That’s good to hear,” she murmurs. “Very good, in fact.” She turns the laptop slightly so Arjun can see the screen—a detailed report of modeling contracts, sales figures, and team performance metrics. “Lucy has a knack for knowing which models will be successful before anyone else sees their potential,” Aria continues, her fingers tracing the glowing numbers on the screen. “She’s more intuitive than anyone else here. Her instincts are almost… supernatural.” She pauses for a moment, then tilts her head slightly, fixing Arjun with an appraising look. “She’s also very loyal to those who show loyalty to her.”
Arjun shifts in his seat, feeling the subtle undercurrent of something unspoken in her words. “Yes, Ms. Mochi has made that clear,” he replies carefully. “She’s always supportive when I bring new ideas to the table.”
Aria’s smile is slow and knowing. “Very good…” She clicks the mouse and checks something on her laptop screen. “Overall the numbers are excellent, and the board of directors won’t have anything to complain about.” She throws a quick glance at Arjun before looking back at the monitor. “So, now the matter of your promotion and the details of that job I offered you during our little training session a few minutes ago.” Her voice stays calm and neutral. “What position are you applying for? I just want to hear it from you out loud.”
She pushes the laptop aside and leans forward, elbows on the desk, chin resting on her crossed fingers. Her whole posture makes it clear she is listening carefully. Arjun inhales slowly, feeling the weight of the moment. He sits straighter, fingers interlaced in his lap.
“I’m applying for the position of Vice President of Talent Development,” he says with careful precision. His voice is steady, but his pulse pounds under his skin. “I understand this requires a significant upgrade in responsibility and authority within the agency. I believe I’m prepared for the challenge.”
Aria watches him intently. “Well… I don’t know,” she says slowly. “Overall you’re doing great, of course, Arjun, but…” She smirks. “During our training session today you were a bit sluggish specifically in terms of rhythm.” She leans back, crossing her arms. “The erection is fine, but those metaphors…” She giggles. “What was it you said, Mr. Patel? TED, WWDC, Davos? I’m flattered. But this…” She points at her ponytail. “Don’t wrap it around your hand anymore, okay? There’s no need to compensate for your weak thrusting with roughness and pulling my hair out.”
Arjun feels the embarrassment but keeps a neutral expression. “Noted, Ms. Vale. I’ll make sure to focus on technique next time.” His fingers twitch slightly against his lap as he recalls the feel of her ponytail in his grip.
Aria’s smile widens. “Good. I’m glad you’re taking this seriously.” She stands and walks to one of the cabinets in the corner, hips swaying slightly. “Tell me, Mr. Patel—do our sexual activities make you uncomfortable?” She glances back with a smile. “It’s just that you’ve only been in the US for about two years…” She takes a yellow folder from the cabinet and walks back. “I mean, we don’t let just anyone into Dreamside, so it’s obvious you’re not some wild idiot, but still, every person has their boundaries, right? Besides, the SACZ zones are pretty unusual even by the most liberal California standards.” She sits down, holding the folder in front of her. “I’ve just been noticing your constant embarrassment for a while now.”
Arjun shifts in his chair, fingers tightening on the arms. “I wouldn’t say I’m uncomfortable,” he says carefully. “It’s just… different from what I was used to in India.”
Aria raises an eyebrow. “Different? Or just not something you talk about at dinner with your family?” She flips open the folder and taps the top sheet with her manicured nails. “You know, during sex people often play role-playing games. And say strange things.” She lets out a quiet chuckle. “I do it myself. Sometimes. During our ‘session’ today you said you were ready to do anything for me. Was that the truth, or was that the position of your balls talking, not you?” She looks at him carefully. “Now that they’re temporarily empty, you have time to think with your head. The one on your shoulders. For some men that’s a rarity.”
Arjun shifts again. His fingers twitch against his thighs.
“I meant it,” he says finally, voice steady. “I meant what I said.”
Aria’s smile doesn’t waver, but something in her posture changes—an almost imperceptible lean forward, testing the sincerity of his words.
“That’s good,” she murmurs. She leans back a little. “You’re somehow similar to Alex… I like that.” She sighs. “You already know that I’m a close friend of Kate Norwin, right? So, the task is very simple: you need to dig up personal information about her boyfriend Alex. The kind that I don’t know. And I don’t mean financial aspects or anything like that—we’re not collecting dirt for blackmail. This…” She looks off to the side. “Is more personal than professional. I hope I can trust you. I’ll provide you with a safe house and everything you need. You’ll dig for information under full control. Not because I don’t trust you—just as insurance in case you get discovered.” She raises a finger with a smile. “Which I hope won’t happen. Otherwise I’ll need to put in a little effort to sort everything out and cover your ass, my dear IT genius.” She leans forward slightly. “And yes, this Alex is a very successful erotic writer and the best employee of Sogni Nudi. Practically a genius. But he hides his identity for a number of reasons, and that has to remain unchanged. Is everything clear to you?”
Arjun nods slowly. “I understand, Ms. Vale,” he says carefully. “You want me to dig up personal information about Alex without exposing his secret. That’s… a delicate task.”
Aria tilts her head. “Mmm. You’re already thinking through the consequences. Good.” She takes three papers out of the folder and slides them toward him. She points at the first. “This is an NDA for a new company project supervised by Lucy. Everything is official, but in reality it’s a ‘masquerade’ for this whole task with Alex. As you’ve already figured out, we in Dreamside all love masquerades, even more than in neighboring Hollywood.”
She points at the second. “This is a formal refusal, purely for me. You sign it and we forget this entire conversation today. Your promotion will have to be postponed for an indefinite period, but overall it’s no big deal—I won’t take offense.”
She points at the third. “And this is a voluntary resignation. In case all of this is beyond your psychological capabilities, no one will judge you. A generous severance package and an excellent recommendation for a future employer from the famous photographer, model, singer, and social goddess Aria Vale. A recommendation more valuable than a gold bar. The sad part is that sex with me will disappear from your life, but you’ll get more jerking off in return.” She playfully wiggles her eyebrows. “Some guys make do with just their hands, without all the hassle of dealing with these capricious girls. That’s also an option.”
Arjun’s fingers twitch slightly against the papers. “I understand the implications of each choice,” he says carefully. “You’ve provided me with the freedom to decide how I want to proceed.”
“Take them home and think it over in a calm environment.” Aria points at the papers. “Will a week be enough for you to decide? Once you’ve made your choice—just bring the appropriate paper to me or to Lucy. Lucy is always here, unlike me.”
Then she points at the door. “Your workday is over today. Full pay retained. Consider this a small gift from me for your loyalty and hard work.”
Arjun carefully gathers the papers and folds them with a practiced hand. His mind races as he weighs each option.
Aria watches him with an amused expression, fingers idly tracing circles on the polished desk.
“The night is still young,” she says, stretching like a satisfied cat. “I’m heading out for a photoshoot in a few minutes. But before I go…”
She stands and moves around the desk with a slow, deliberate gait.
“Let me give you some parting advice,” she murmurs, leaning against the edge of the desk beside his chair. She rests one hand lightly on his shoulder. “I don’t usually give out free consulting sessions. But you’re one of my most promising boys.”
Her voice drops, almost conspiratorial.
“Whatever you choose… own it completely.” Her fingers squeeze his shoulder. “If you sign the NDA and take the promotion, make sure every word out of your mouth drips with confidence. If you refuse, don’t let me see even a hint of hesitation. And if you resign…” She studies him with a knowing look. “Well, at least you’ll know exactly what you’re walking away from.”