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Late Night Radio in NYC

Chapter 1: Anya Taylor-Joy

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The red “ON AIR” sign glowed hot in the studio, casting a warm light over the mixing board and mics. Rakkan “Showmakerr” Woods leaned into the mic with that smooth, low voice that made listeners across the city turn the volume up and lock in.

“Yo, what’s good New York? It’s your boy Showmakerr in the building, late night edition. We out here holding it down for all you night owls, freaks, and beautiful people still up grinding. If you just tuning in, you already know what time it is. This is Late Night Radio in NYC, where the vibes get real and the conversations get even realer. Whether you’re driving home from a long shift, winding down after a wild night, or just can’t sleep, we got something for you.”

He tapped the desk twice with his knuckles, grinning as he looked across at his co-hosts. The energy in the booth was already live. “Let me bring in the squad. To my left, the man with the illest hands on the decks, my brother DJ Cap. Cap, talk to ‘em, man.”

DJ Cap, headphones half on, leaned forward with a deep chuckle, his voice smooth over the air. “What’s happening, NYC? We got that heat for you tonight. Streets are still buzzing out there, and so is the booth. I’m spinning some new heat later, so stay locked in. If you’re riding dirty right now, turn it up.”

Show laughed lightly, nodding along. “That’s right. And to my right, the funniest woman in the game, our queen Kerri. She keeps us honest and keeps the jokes dangerous. Kerri, what’s good?”

Kerri smirked, adjusting her mic with one hand while leaning back in her chair. “Y’all already know I don’t hold back. Especially when Show starts running his mouth like he always does. But we love him anyway. What’s up, New York? Hope y’all behaving out there… or not. Either way, we’re here for it.”

“Facts,” Show said, his voice warm and easy. “We got a special one tonight. But first, let’s get into some music to set the mood right. Cap, drop that new joint from the D+ crew. This one’s been hitting different all week. Let’s go.”

The beat dropped smooth and heavy, filling the studio with rich bass and a catchy hook. Show leaned back in his chair, nodding along to the rhythm, one hand tapping lightly on the desk. The track played through, vibing perfectly for the late-night slot. When it faded out, he slid right back in without missing a beat.

“Shout out to the Food Caravan for keeping the city fed,” Show said, smooth as ever. “Whether you need that late-night bite after a long shift or just something to hit when the cravings hit, they got you. Real ones know. Go check ‘em out, tell ‘em Show sent you. They’ll hook you up.”

Kerri jumped in right on cue, her tone playful. “And if you’re trying to look right while you’re out there moving through these streets, hit up the sponsors in the app. We got deals running all week — fresh fits, good discounts, all that. Don’t sleep on it.”

Show laughed, pointing toward her. “See? Kerri stays on top of the practical stuff. Me? I’m just here for the vibes and the real talk. But yeah, support the brands that support the culture. We appreciate y’all.”

They bantered back and forth for a couple more minutes, keeping the energy light. Cap threw in a quick comment about a crazy story from the earlier that day, making everyone crack up. Kerri roasted Show lightly about his latest take on a trending topic, and he fired back with a comeback that had the whole booth laughing. The chemistry between the three of them felt like friends chopping it up on air for the city.

“Man, nights like this are why I love doing this,” Show said, still smiling. “We got good music, good people, and we’re just getting started. Y’all hanging with us tonight?”

Kerri nodded. “They better be. We got more heat coming. Cap’s about to cook something special in a bit.”

DJ Cap grinned. “Facts. Just wait.”

The banter flowed for another minute, touching on quick city updates and a funny listener text that had come in. Show kept the vibe warm making sure the audience felt like they were right there in the studio with them.

Then Show straightened up in his chair, his tone shifting into that smooth professional groove as he prepared to transition.

“Alright, alright. Time to bring in our guest for the night. She’s been killing it on screen for years, and now she’s stepping into one of the biggest franchises out there. Please welcome to the show, the incredible Anya Taylor-Joy.”

The studio door opened and Anya walked in, dressed casually but sharp — black top that hugged her frame just right, jeans that sat perfectly on her hips, hair down and a little messy in that effortless way that looked like she’d just stepped off a set. She smiled wide as she took the seat across from Show, her eyes locking onto him immediately. There was heat in that look, direct and lingering. Not subtle enough for him to miss. She held it a beat longer than normal, like the rest of the room had faded out for her.

Show felt that stare hit him right away, a spark running through him, but he kept his voice easy and professional for the listeners. “Anya, welcome to Late Night Radio. How you feeling tonight?”

“I’m good,” she said, her voice light with that slight accent that always made everything sound a little more interesting. Her gaze stayed on him a second longer than necessary, eyes tracing his face before she added, “Really happy to be here. The energy in this room is already nice. You can feel it the second you walk in.”

Kerri laughed from her side of the desk, shaking her head. “She’s buttering you up already, Show. Starting strong.”

“Smart woman,” DJ Cap added with a grin, adjusting his headphones. “I see how it is.”

Show chuckled, leaning back slightly in his chair but keeping his eyes on Anya. “We’ll take it. Flattery gets you everywhere on this show. So tell the people what’s going on. You’re out here promoting The Lord of the Rings: The Hunt for Gollum. How does it feel stepping into a world this massive? A lot of people grew up on those movies.”

Anya leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table, her posture open and engaged. Her eyes stayed fixed on Show the whole time, sparkling with that unmistakable intensity. “It feels surreal, honestly. When they first reached out I was like… wait, really? Me? I had to sit with it for a minute because this is Lord of the Rings. It’s not just any project. But once I read the script and talked with the team, I just got so excited. This version is going to be raw. It’s not just big epic battles with thousands of extras — it’s personal, gritty, and the stakes feel real. You’re right there with the characters, feeling every moment of tension and fear.”

Show nodded, watching her closely, matching her energy. “That’s what I like to hear. A lot of reboots or new entries play it safe, but it sounds like y’all are going for something with real teeth. Talk to us about how you got the role. Was it a long process? Did you have to fight for it?”

She smiled, still holding his gaze without breaking it, her expression warm but with that undercurrent of flirtation humming between them on air. “It was. I had to audition a few times, do some chemistry reads with other cast members. The directors wanted someone who could bring this mix of strength and vulnerability. They didn’t want it to feel too polished. So yeah, I trained hard for it — weapons work, horse riding, learning the specific movement style they wanted for the character. It was intense, long hours, bruises everywhere, but I loved every second of it. There’s something special about pushing your body and your mind that far for a role.”

Kerri jumped in smoothly, keeping the flow natural. “I saw some of the behind-the-scenes stuff floating around online. You looked like you were really in it, like you were living that world. The commitment showed.”

“I was,” Anya said, glancing briefly at Kerri before her eyes drifted right back to Show. “It’s one of those projects where you can’t half-ass it. Andy Serkis is directing and he’s been amazing. The way he works with performance capture and emotion is next level. He pushed me in ways I didn’t expect, but it made everything better. He’s got this incredible understanding of how to pull real feeling out of a scene, even when you’re covered in dots and suits. He’s a legend for a reason, and working with him reminded me why I love this job.”

Show leaned in a little closer to his mic, voice warm and genuine. “That’s dope. Andy’s the GOAT with that kind of work. He brings so much heart to everything he touches. But let’s be real — you’re amazing too. The way you disappear into roles, it’s special. Audiences feel that every single time. You bring something raw and honest that sticks with people long after the credits roll.”

Anya’s eyes sparkled as she looked at him, the subtle flirtation clear in the way her smile deepened and her gaze lingered. There was a spark humming between them on air, electric but controlled. “Thank you, Show. That means a lot coming from you. I’ve been a fan of your show for a while now. The way you talk to guests, the energy you bring… it’s easy to get comfortable and real on here. I was looking forward to this the moment I saw I was booked. You make people open up.”

Show chuckled softly, matching her smile while staying smooth for the listeners. “Appreciate that. We try to keep it real in here. No fake stuff, just good conversation. So tell us more about stepping into this Lord of the Rings world. A lot of actors would feel pressure joining something so beloved. How did you handle that? What was the biggest challenge for you personally?”

Anya leaned in a bit more, elbows on the table, her focus never leaving Show. “The pressure was definitely there. You grow up watching these films and they mean so much to so many people. But the team made it clear from the start that they wanted something fresh while still honoring the source. The biggest challenge was the physical side. I trained for months — sword work, riding, endurance training. There were days I was sore everywhere, but it helped me really feel the character. She’s tough but also carrying a lot emotionally. Balancing that was the key.”

Kerri nodded, jumping in. “I love hearing that. You always look like you throw yourself completely into whatever you do. Was there a moment during filming where it all clicked for you?”

Anya laughed lightly, tilting her head as she kept her eyes on Show. “There was. We were shooting one of the more intense sequences and everything just lined up — the weather, the lighting, the way the scene felt. Andy was right there guiding us, and suddenly it wasn’t about hitting marks anymore. It felt real. That’s when I knew we were making something special.”

Show kept the flow going, his tone warm. “That’s what makes a good movie. When it stops feeling like work and starts feeling alive. You’ve got that ability to pull people in. I’ve seen it in your other roles too — the way you commit. It’s impressive.”

Anya’s smile grew, her gaze steady and warm on him. “Coming from you that really hits different. I’ve listened to enough episodes to know you don’t just say stuff to say it. So thank you. It means more than you know.” She paused for a second, then added with a small laugh, “Plus, being in the studio with you and the team tonight just feels easy. Comfortable. Like we could talk all night.”

DJ Cap grinned from behind the boards. “Careful, Anya. Show might take you up on that and we’ll never get off air.”

Everyone laughed, the energy light and flowing. Show kept it professional but matched her subtle flirtation with easy compliments and eye contact of his own. “For everyone listening, you need to go see this when it drops. Anya is bringing something real to it. We’re supporting heavy. This one’s gonna be special.”

The conversation continued, touching on the challenges of joining such a beloved franchise and how she prepared for the intense physical demands. Anya described the long training days, the sword fights that left her with bruises, and the emotional layers she had to dig into. She kept that steady eye contact with Show the whole time, like the rest of the room was background. Every answer came with subtle smiles, small laughs at his jokes, and the way she tilted her head when he spoke — it was all there, adding a quiet spark to the interview.

Show stayed smooth for the audience. “A lot of people are excited to see what you do with this character. You’ve got that presence on screen that makes whatever you’re in feel bigger. How do you stay grounded when things blow up like this?”

Anya shrugged lightly, still locked in on him. “I try to remember where I started. The early days when it was just about the work, not the noise around it. That keeps me focused. And talking to people like you helps too. Real conversations cut through all the hype.”

They moved into her earlier work, how her career had blown up over the years, the roles that changed everything for her. Anya shared stories about breakthrough moments and the grind before fame, keeping the vibe engaging and personal. Show listened attentively, throwing in thoughtful questions and light praise that made her eyes light up.

Then Show brought it back to their shared history with a grin. “You know, it’s crazy. Way back when I was just starting out doing radio in Miami, we actually crossed paths. You weren’t the massive star you are now, and I was still figuring shit out. Small world, right?”

Anya laughed softly, her eyes never leaving his. The look she gave him carried more than just nostalgia. “It is. I remember that time. You had that late-night slot and the energy was always different. Good different. You were already creating something special even back then. I’m glad we got to reconnect like this.”

Kerri raised an eyebrow, picking up on the vibe. “Oh? Y’all got history history?”

“Nothing like that,” Show said lightly, though the look Anya gave him said otherwise. He kept his tone casual for the air. “Just two people grinding in the same city at the same time. But yeah, I’ve been watching her work since then. Proud of the journey. It’s cool to see how far it’s come.”

Anya nodded, smiling warmly. “Same here. It’s nice when paths cross again like this.”

The interview wrapped with more movie talk, laughs, and Anya thanking the team. She gave one last lingering look toward Show before DJ Cap signed off smoothly for the listeners.

“Appreciate y’all tuning in. This has been Late Night Radio in NYC. Stay safe out there. We out.”

The “ON AIR” sign flicked off. Music played for the break.

Anya stayed seated for a moment, still looking at Show with that same hungry stare. The tension in the room thickened once the mics were hot. You could almost feel the air shift the second the red light went out.

The mics were off and the studio lights dimmed a bit. DJ Cap gave a quick fist bump to everyone and headed out with Kerri, both of them laughing about something from the show, their voices fading down the hallway. Show stayed in his chair for a second, gathering his notes, but he already knew exactly where this night was going. He could still feel Anya’s eyes burning into him the entire interview, that steady, unrelenting eye-fucking that had him half-hard the whole time.

Anya stood up slowly, smoothing her hands down her jeans, the motion drawing his eyes to the way the denim hugged her hips and thighs. “I’ll catch you later,” she said casually to the room, but her gaze was locked on Show the whole time. That eye-fucking hadn’t stopped once. If anything, it had only gotten hotter now that they were off air.

Show gave her a small nod and a knowing smile, his pulse already kicking up. A few minutes later he slipped out the back door of the building like he always did after a good show. The alley behind the studio was quiet, lit by a single flickering light overhead that cast long shadows across the brick walls and dumpsters. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a slow drag, leaning back against the cool brick wall. The city hummed around him — distant traffic, the occasional siren, and the low bass from a club somewhere down the block. The night air felt good on his skin after the warm studio.

He didn’t have to wait long.

The door creaked open behind him and Anya stepped out, that same intense, hungry look in her eyes. She spotted him immediately and walked over with a little sway in her hips, the confidence in her stride making her jeans pull tight across her thighs and ass with every step.

“I knew I’d find you here,” she said, voice low and a little husky. “Old habits die hard, huh Show?”

He exhaled a slow stream of smoke and grinned, taking her in. “You remember that much? Yeah, I like stepping out for a minute after the show. Clears the head, lets me wind down before the real night starts.”

Anya stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume mixed with the faint, warm scent of her skin and the lingering trace of studio lights on her clothes. She crossed her arms under her chest, which only pushed her tits up a little more against the black top, and tilted her head. There was a clear jealous edge in her tone when she spoke again, even if she tried to play it cool.

“I’ve heard whispers, you know. From some of the other girls in the industry. They say your little late-night radio show offers… other services besides the interview. That certain female guests tend to leave very satisfied. More than satisfied.” She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a half-smile that didn’t fully hide the edge. “Is that true, Show? Or are they just talking shit?”

Show let out a low, amused laugh, taking one more drag before flicking the cigarette away into the shadows. “You came looking for me back here anyway. Knew exactly where to find me. So what does that tell you about what you really want tonight?”

Anya stepped even closer, her body almost brushing against his now. Her breath was warm on his neck as she looked up at him. “It tells me I’ve been thinking about this since the second I saw your name on the schedule. The whole interview I couldn’t stop staring at you. Wondering if you still fuck as good as I remember from back in Miami. If that thick cock still feels as good as it did then.”

The tension snapped.

Show grabbed her by the waist with both hands and pulled her in hard, their mouths crashing together in a hungry, messy kiss. Tongues slid immediately, deep and urgent. Anya moaned into his mouth, pressing her whole body against him, her tits soft and full against his chest. Her hands went to his shirt, gripping the fabric tight as she pushed him back against the brick wall, grinding her hips forward just enough to feel the growing bulge in his pants.

She broke the kiss just long enough to drop to her knees right there in the alley without another word, the concrete rough under her but she didn’t care. Her fingers worked his belt open fast and eager, yanking his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. His thick cock sprang out, already rock hard and heavy, the head glistening. Anya looked up at him with those wide, lust-filled eyes, licking her lips slowly.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she breathed, her voice thick with want. She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking him slowly a couple times, feeling him throb hot and heavy in her grip. “Still so big. Look at you.” She leaned in and dragged her warm, wet tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to the swollen head, swirling it around the tip and tasting the precum that was already leaking out.

Show groaned deep in his chest, one hand sliding into her hair, fingers tightening in the strands. “That’s it. Put it in your mouth, Anya. Show me how much you’ve been thinking about it.”

She opened wide and took him in, her soft lips stretching around his thick girth. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet alley immediately as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each pass. Gluck… gluck… gluck. Spit started dripping down her chin and onto her black top, making the fabric cling to her tits. She looked up at him the whole time, eyes watering but full of pure lust, pushing him deeper until the head hit the back of her throat.

“Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good,” Show groaned, gripping her hair tighter. He started guiding her movements, fucking her face with steady, controlled thrusts. Anya moaned loudly around his cock, the vibrations traveling straight down his shaft and making him even harder. She gagged softly when he went deep but kept going, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as spit ran messily everywhere, coating her chin and dripping onto her chest.

“Goddamn, look at you taking it,” he muttered, voice rough. “That pretty mouth feels even better than I remembered. Keep sucking just like that.”

Anya pulled back for a second, gasping for air, thick strings of spit still connecting her swollen, shiny lips to his glistening cock. She stroked him fast with both hands, twisting her grip, her eyes locked on his. “I’ve been wet since the interview started. Every time you looked at me I kept imagining this — your cock down my throat, stretching my mouth open.”

After a few more minutes of her sloppy, eager sucking, he pulled her off with a wet pop. Strings of spit hung from her lips. Anya gasped, chest heaving, stroking him fast with both hands while looking up at him with pure need.

“Get up here,” he said, voice rough with lust. He pulled her to her feet and spun her around, pressing her front against the cool brick wall. He yanked her jeans and panties down in one rough motion, exposing her round, perfect ass and her soaked, glistening pussy. Show dropped to his knees behind her, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands and burying his face between her thighs.

“Fuck—Show!” Anya cried out as his tongue dragged through her wet folds. He ate her like he was starving, licking broad and slow at first, then focusing on her swollen clit with quick, firm strokes. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue flicking fast while he pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them against that spot that made her hips jerk. The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring her pussy echoed off the alley walls — loud, sloppy slurps and smacks mixed with her desperate moans.

He reached up and grabbed a handful of her round ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he sucked harder on her clit. Anya’s legs started shaking almost immediately, her knees buckling slightly as pleasure shot through her.

“Oh my god, yes… right there,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit. Don’t stop—fuck! Eat my pussy just like that, Show. You’re gonna make me cum already.”

He groaned against her, the vibration sending fresh sparks through her body. His fingers pumped faster, curling and stroking while his mouth worked her clit nonstop, sucking and licking with messy hunger. Anya’s face was pressed against the cool brick, mouth open wide, eyes half-rolled back in pleasure. Her thick thighs trembled hard against his shoulders as she pushed back onto his tongue, chasing every sensation.

“I’m gonna cum—Show, I’m cumming!” Her whole body tensed up suddenly. Her pussy clamped down hard on his fingers, pulsing wildly as she came hard. Juices coated his tongue and chin, dripping down as she shook through the orgasm, moaning his name over and over in broken cries. “Fuck… Show… yes!”

Show kept licking her gently through the aftershocks, savoring every twitch and gush, before finally pulling back. He wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, standing up behind her. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, veins standing out, the head slick with precum.

He lined himself up and pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust, burying every inch into her soaked, still-spasming pussy.

“Fuuuuck,” Anya moaned loud, her walls stretching tight around his thick cock. “You’re so thick… it feels even bigger than I remembered. God, you’re splitting me open.”

He gripped her hips tight and started fucking her deep and steady against the wall. PLAP… PLAP… PLAP. The sound of his hips slapping against her round ass filled the alley, loud and rhythmic. Anya pushed back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling beautifully with each impact. Her tits bounced heavily inside her top as he railed her, the fabric rubbing against her hard nipples.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Show groaned, one hand sliding up under her top to maul her tits. He squeezed the soft, heavy flesh, pinching and rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. “This pussy is gripping me so tight. Squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.”

“Harder,” she gasped, face twisted in raw pleasure, mouth open, eyes fluttering. “Fuck me harder, Show. I want it deep. Pound this pussy. Make it yours tonight.”

He gave her exactly what she wanted, pounding into her faster, hips snapping forward with more force. The wet squelching sounds of her soaked cunt taking every inch mixed with their loud moans and the constant PLAP of skin on skin. Anya came again suddenly, her pussy pulsing and fluttering hard around his cock, legs almost giving out beneath her. She cried out sharply, body shaking as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.

Show held her up firmly, one arm wrapped around her waist, still thrusting deep through her climax, drawing it out as long as possible. “That’s it. Cum on this dick again. Feel how deep I’m going.”

He kept fucking her through the orgasm, deep grinding strokes that prolonged every pulse and shiver. Then he pulled out, spun her around to face him, and lifted one of her legs, hooking it high over his arm. He slid back inside her standing up in one smooth, powerful motion, burying every thick inch deep. They kissed messily as he fucked her like that — deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside her over and over. Her tits pressed firmly against his chest, bouncing and rubbing with every thrust. He reached down between them and rubbed her swollen clit in tight, firm circles, making her shake and moan desperately into his mouth.

“Again—fuck, I’m cumming again!” Anya’s face went completely slack, eyes rolling back as another powerful orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clamped down around him in rhythmic spasms, juices coating his cock and dripping down her thighs. She trembled violently against him, nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure tore through her body.

Show kept going, relentless, holding her up as her leg shook in his grip. He switched it up by pulling out, turning her around, and bending her over a stack of crates nearby. He slammed back in from behind in one brutal thrust, gripping a handful of her hair and pulling her head back firmly as he railed her. PLAP… PLAP… PLAP. The loud, rhythmic slapping of his hips against her round ass filled the alley. Her ass rippled beautifully with every hard impact, soft flesh jiggling and bouncing back against him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, voice low and rough. “This tight pussy is gonna make me cum. Keep throwing that ass back on me just like that.”

“Cum inside me,” she moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust, her voice wrecked with pleasure. “Fill me up, Show. I want it deep. Give it to me.”

He buried himself to the hilt and groaned deeply, pumping the first thick load into her. Hot, heavy spurts flooded her pussy as she came with him, her walls milking every drop greedily. Cum started leaking out around his cock almost immediately, running down her thighs in creamy trails.

They weren’t done. Show sat on the edge of the crates and pulled her on top, facing him. Anya sank down on his still-hard cock with a long, broken moan, taking every inch. She started riding him slow at first, grinding deep, then picked up speed, bouncing faster. Her tits bounced heavily in his face with every movement. He pulled her top down roughly, exposing them fully, and sucked hard on her nipples, tongue swirling and teeth grazing while his hands mauled her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as she rode him.

“Ride that dick just like that,” he groaned against her tit, voice muffled. “Look at you taking every inch. That pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me. Bounce harder, baby.”

Anya’s head fell back, moaning loud and shameless, her face pure bliss as she came again hard. Her pussy pulsed and squeezed around him, juices mixing with his previous load. Show thrust up into her powerfully, filling her with a second thick load. Hot spurts pumped deep as cum leaked out around his cock, running down his balls and her thighs while she kept grinding through it.

She slid off him on shaky legs, dropped to her knees again, and took his messy cock into her mouth without hesitation. She sucked and licked everything clean — their combined juices, thick cum, her own wetness — swallowing every drop with hungry, wet sounds. She looked up at him the whole time with satisfied but still hungry eyes, tongue swirling around the sensitive head until he was spotless.

“Fuck… that was good,” she panted, lips shiny and swollen, voice hoarse. “I needed every bit of that.”

Show smirked, reaching down and pulling her up for another deep, lazy kiss. Their tongues slid slowly together as they caught their breath.

They stayed pressed together against the crates for a minute, breathing hard. Cum was leaking down Anya’s thighs in thick, slow trails, dripping onto the alley floor. The whole alley smelled strongly of sex, sweat, and the faint smoke from Show’s earlier cigarette. Anya’s face was flushed deep red, lips swollen, hair messy, eyes still locked on him with that same intense, hungry stare.

“Fuck, Show,” she whispered, voice hoarse and satisfied. “I needed that more than I thought. You still know exactly how to wreck me.”

He smirked, running his hands over her ass again, squeezing the soft, marked flesh as he pulled her closer. “You came looking for it. Don’t act surprised it got nasty back here. You were eye-fucking me the whole damn interview.”

Anya laughed breathlessly and kissed him again, slower this time, tongues sliding lazy and deep. She reached down between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock that was already starting to harden again in her hand, stroking him slowly.

“You’re still hard,” she murmured against his mouth, voice teasing. “Greedy tonight, huh?”

“Can’t help it when you’re looking at me like that the whole interview,” he replied, voice low and rough. He turned her around again, bending her over the crates once more. Her ass pushed back toward him eagerly, round and already marked with his handprints. He rubbed the thick head of his cock along her soaked, cum-filled pussy, teasing her entrance, sliding it up and down her slit and bumping her clit before finally pushing back inside in one smooth, deep stroke.

“Shit—yes,” Anya moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the crate tight. “Fill me again. I can still feel the last loads inside me, all warm and messy. Fuck, I love it.”

Show started thrusting deep and steady, the wet squelching sounds loud and obscene in the quiet alley. PLAP… PLAP… PLAP. Her round ass rippled every time his hips met her, soft flesh jiggling and bouncing back against him. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles while pounding her, making her thick thighs shake uncontrollably.

“Your pussy is so fucking messy right now,” he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “All that cum leaking out while I fuck you. You like being full like this? All sloppy and dripping for me?”

“Yes—fuck yes,” she gasped, face pressed against her arm, mouth open wide, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “I love how deep you go. Keep rubbing my clit like that… I’m gonna cum again. Don’t stop, Show. Please.”

He felt her walls clamp down hard as another powerful orgasm hit her. Anya cried out sharply, her whole body jerking and trembling, pussy gushing around his cock as she came hard. Show didn’t slow down for a second. He kept fucking her through it, gripping her hips tight, mauling her ass with one hand while the other slid up to play with her tits, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples.

He pulled out after she came down, breathing heavy, and sat on the crate, pulling her onto his lap facing away from him. Anya sank back down on his cock reverse with a long, broken moan, taking every thick inch until her ass rested against his thighs. She started riding him, bouncing her round ass on his lap. The wet PLAP sounds mixed with her loud moans filled the alley again. Show reached around, one hand cupping and squeezing her heavy tits, the other rubbing her clit fast.

“Bounce on it just like that,” he told her, voice rough and hungry. “Look at that ass moving. Fuck, you feel so good. Keep riding this dick.”

Anya rode him faster, head thrown back against his shoulder, tits bouncing heavily in his grip. Her face was pure pleasure — mouth open, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed deep red. She came again hard, grinding down on him as her pussy pulsed and squeezed, juices mixing with the cum already inside her.

Show groaned and thrust up into her powerfully, pumping a third thick load deep inside. Hot spurts flooded her as cum overflowed immediately, running down his balls and her thighs in creamy streaks while she kept grinding through it.

She climbed off on shaky legs, turned around, and dropped to her knees again. Without a word she took his messy cock into her mouth, sucking and licking every drop of their combined juices off him. She swallowed it all greedily, cleaning him thoroughly with long, slow strokes of her tongue, looking up at him the whole time with those satisfied but still hungry eyes.

“Goddamn,” Show muttered, hand gently in her hair. “You really know how to clean up. That mouth is dangerous.”

Anya pulled off with a wet pop and wiped her mouth, smiling up at him. “I remember what you like. Always did.”

They fixed their clothes slowly, still touching and stealing kisses. Anya’s jeans were a mess, stained and wet, but she didn’t seem to care at all. She leaned against him, catching her breath, her body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks.

“So those whispers I heard,” she said with a little smirk, voice husky, “they weren’t lying.”

Show chuckled, running his hands over her sides. “You satisfied the curiosity?”

“More than satisfied.” She kissed him one more time, deep and slow, tongues sliding lazily. “I’m in New York for a few more days. Maybe we do this again before I fly out. I think I need more of this.”

“Door’s always open,” he said, squeezing her ass one last time, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “You know where to find me.”

Anya gave him that intense eye-fucking look one more time, biting her lip, then slipped back inside the building with a sway in her hips. Show lit another cigarette and stayed in the alley a few minutes longer, smiling to himself as the city noise washed over him — distant traffic, sirens, and the low hum of New York at night.

The night was still young.