The power dynamics in the room shift as soon as the door closes. Scarleth, the confident, curvy woman she is, takes charge, pushing Chanel against the conference table, her hands roaming over Chanel's body, finding the hem of her skirt, pushing it up to reveal her wet, eager pussy. Scarleth's fingers, long and dexterous from years of writing, trace patterns on Chanel's inner thighs, making her shiver with anticipation. She leans in, her breath hot on Chanel's ear, "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll forget your own name." And with that, she slides two fingers into Chanel's wetness, her thumb pressing against her clit, as her tongue continues its dance on Chanel's cock.