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Just an hour later, Tony was sitting in the newsroom studio of WHiH World News with Christine Everhart right beside him, very close. On her other side, separated by a small gap in the long, semi-circular table, were some so-called experts from the financial as well as defense sectors. There was no live audience this time, but the show was live.
"Ten minutes!" The show's director announced.
Christine quickly fixed her hair, checked her makeup in a small compact mirror, and finally turned towards Tony, rotating her seat. "How have you been, Mr. Stark?"
"The usual…"
Tony drifted off into a daze as he noticed Christine spreading her knees slowly, facing him on the chair. She wore a tight blouse but a loose, fluttering skirt that went to her thighs. With her calculative, sultry movements, Tony could almost feel the hem of her soft skirt crawling up her smooth, pale skin, almost beckoning for his hand to feel it up himself.
As she spread her knees more and more, the skirt revealed all of her gorgeous toned legs and thighs; all of her clean, hairless, soft petals peeked out in all its glory. Scorching pale red, as if calling for him. He almost lost his composure, seeing no covering between her legs.
"Ehm!" he cleared his throat theatrically, sliding his chair closer with exaggerated care. "Alright, let me drop some spoilers about how 'deeply' impactful today's interview is going to be."
Tony placed his palm on Christine's exposed thigh, caressing her warm skin first. He could feel her goosebumps as he slid his hand up the supple flesh, shivering in subtle delight as it crawled up even further. His hand reached the folded lower belly as she sat there, smiling at him even more seductively.
He knew she was taunting him to do more. Since the large table was hiding their little, naughty play, the thrill aroused him. How could he say no?
His thumb abruptly dipped between the junction of her thigh, reaching her sodden entrance. He rubbed his thumb up and down the slit between her petals, taunting her with the excitement of being able to sink in anytime he wanted to. With the wet thumb from her leaking juices, he slipped and slid his thumb over her little nub of swollen, sensitive nerves.
"Um-hum… How deep, Mr. Stark?"
Tony smirked and slid his thumb down, straight into her hot, scorching pussy lips. He felt her pussy clenching on his thumb, quivering as he curled his thumb inside her, and brushed against her most sensitive spot. As the tip of his thumb wiggled, the base of his thumb grazed left and right, pressing down on her hardening clit.
Christine shifted a little on her seat, her ass wiggling left and right as if she found a better position to sit. She did it on purpose; her enticing smile, the evidence of her arousal.
As she moved, Tony pulled out his thumb, switching to his middle finger to go even deeper into her moist and desperate love hole.
"Something like… destroying the oil and coal-based energy sector."
"Oooh! I'd love that!" Christine cooed, hiding her moan with masterful acting and choice of words. "What else?"
"Five minutes!"
Tony ignored the producer and continued to fingerfuck this blonde, adding a second finger to the quest. The squeezing, silken sensation of her insides made him hard as always, but he knew she couldn't reciprocate, nor could he go too far.
Christine leaned forward on the table, resting her elbow there, and placed her chin on her fist. She stared at Tony with heated, lustful eyes. Never having had a man excite her like this before. Rich, super smart, crazy fun, and one fine lover.
To others, she looked like she was trying to seduce him, becoming the billionaire's spoiled girlfriend, or maybe even the future Mrs. Stark. The whole world knew a lot of women were into Tony Stark. But only she and Tony knew that she didn't need to try, they had done it once, and now she only needed to spread her slender legs—Of course, no strings attached.
"Umph.. ehm…" Christine hid her gasping moan with a delicate cough, feeling the hot touch of Tony's finger on her G-spot. Her legs instinctively closed, squeezing together around Tony's wrist.
Tony could feel the tight contraction on her soaked walls. He smirked and continued to fuck her, his fingers sliding in and out with ease as her nectar started to flow. He placed his other hand on her knee, making her spread her thighs apart which were now soaked with her own juices.
"Revolutionize the car, trains, and jets industry," Tony revealed and felt her walls throb at an insane pace. She was close, no doubt. "Maybe go after the IRS too."
Christine bit her lower lips and narrowed her eyes, her complexion a little flushed. She loved the way Tony subtly forced her legs open, feeling the excitement of a little dominance from him. It almost made her imagine how it would feel like if he dominated her thoroughly. She wanted him to shove more fingers in, and stretch her wide for him before shoving in his lengthy cock.
She shivered in delight, her breasts subtly heaving, her arousal at its peak. Her pussy suckling on Tony's two fingers, throbbing in craving for him. Her knees spread wider and her pussy thrust forward into his fucking finger as she orgasmed on his naughty digits.
With one long, tight squeeze of her walls, Tony finally felt it. The sudden gush of sticky, sweet warmth enveloped his fingers. Christine closed her eyes, drowning in sweet oblivion while trying to keep her composure.
"Mh… IRS? Oh, you're crazy," she muttered with closed eyes and lifted brows, acting as if she disapproved.
"You're realizing that now?"
She let out a long act of exasperated breath at his words, giggling a little as if they were being playful. Her flushed face and panting breath calmed down as the cool studio air filled her heated body.
Having soaked herself, she knowingly slid her arm on the table, "accidentally" dropping her pen, and got off the chair to pick it up.
She knelt down quickly and took Tony's two fingers that were inside her core before, still coated with her juices. Hidden under the table, she parted her red lipstick-covered lips and sucked them clean with a few fine strokes of her tongue.
Finally, she grabbed the pen and got back up, fixing her skirt and making herself look professional.
"I like crazy," she replied cheerfully and focused back on her job. If Tony wanted to fuck her, she was willing, but that was a delight for later. "But are you serious about going after the IRS?"
"More like an improvement in their system rather than trying to dismantle it. Look, I'm all for Americans knowing exactly where their tax dollars are going. And guess what? I've now got the tech to make that happen—Miss Journalist of the Year," Tony revealed and took a sip of water.
Christine smiled ear to ear hearing him call her 'Journalist of the Year'. "Is it really that big?"
"I thought you've already measured it."
"I didn't mean that—"
"Five! Four! Three!... One!"
The green lights of the 'On-Air' sign came up and Christine started with a quick welcome and introduction.
"Mr. Stark, what a bountiful year it's been. Stark Industries is nearing a staggering four hundred billion in valuation. Yet, despite the impressive figures, there's a swirling cloud of skepticism. Many argue that this surge could merely be a bubble fueled by speculation. What do you have to say to that?"
"I'd tell them to open their eyes," Tony replied with his usual swagger. "Look, kids, I'm not just another IT company scraping by on your data. I deal in pure, unadulterated tech! The kind of machines that keep the world spinning. As long as this planet is still rotating, Stark Industries is gonna keep soaring. By the end of this year, we'll be around eight hundred billion by my calculations."
No matter how confident and collected one might be, listening to those numbers was shocking. For Christine, it was more shocking because currently, ExxonMobil was the biggest company by valuation, sitting at four hundred billion. And Tony had just told her that he was about to destroy the industry ExxonMobil was based on.
"And you have some plans to achieve that?" She asked, giving him the stage.
"I do." Tony looked straight at the camera this time and let Jarvis take the wheel for providing all the needed diagrams, videos, and data. "Now, what's the most important thing in the world right now, besides, you know, pizza? Oil, gas, and coal! They fuel our cars, cook our meals, and keep the lights on. But what if we didn't need any of these three?"
Ring!
Ring!
All of a sudden, multiple mobile phones amongst the production crew started to ring with calls or text messages. Multiple frowns formed on their faces as they looked back at Tony and then back at their screens.
Already? But I'm just starting.
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