Real Estate Agent: Stunning Must-Have Deal for Effortless Sale

So my real estate agent, the one who’d been sending me these flirty texts about “must-have deals,” shows up for the open house in this tight little blazer, and the second we’re alone in the empty living room, the whole thing shifts. She’s pointing out the crown molding, but her hand keeps brushing my arm, and I catch her biting her lip when I ask about the bedroom. Next thing I know, she’s kneeling on the hardwood, unzipping me with this mischievous grin like it’s all part of the tour. It gets fast and messy—she’s into it, I’m into it, and we end up on the staging bed, her on top first, then me behind her while she grips the headboard, then face-to-face with her legs wrapped around me. The whole time she’s cracking jokes about “effortless sale,” half-laughing, half-moaning, and when I finally pull out, she tilts her head back and lets me finish across her chin. We both just sat there giggling, sweaty and stunned, like we’d pulled off some ridiculous inside joke. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, winked, and said the paperwork could wait.