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jareth x reader - career opportunities

The air in the club hummed with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes and the soft clinks of crystal glasses. You navigated through the sea of patrons, your black waiter's uniform immaculate as ever, though a subtle tension knotted your shoulders. Tonight was the millionaire's gala, an event where the elite of the elite gathered to flaunt their wealth and indulge in excess.

Your gaze flickered over the crowd, scanning for your next table. And then, you saw him.

Jareth Tyton, known as Mr. Tyton, cut a striking figure amidst the opulence of the club. He stood tall and commanding, clad in a modern-day pimp's ensemble that oozed power and authority. His tailored suit, a deep shade of midnight black, hugged his lean frame with precision, accentuating his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The fabric shimmered subtly under the dim lights, hinting at its luxurious quality.

Beside him, a gaggle of young, pretty girls clung to his every word and gesture like bees to honey. Their dresses were as flashy as their patron's attire, each one vying for his attention with fluttering eyelashes and coy smiles. Their laughter tinkled like glass wind chimes, a melodic backdrop to the pulsating rhythm of the club.

You felt a surge of annoyance bubble up within you as you approached their table. It wasn't just Jareth's undeniable magnetism that grated on your nerves, but the blatant display of wealth and privilege that surrounded him. The way he effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him, as if the world were his own personal playground, irked you to no end.

"Good evening, Mr. Tyton," you greeted him with a forced smile, inwardly cringing at the sight of the fawning girls draped over his arm like accessories.

Jareth's piercing gaze flicked over to you, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. "Ah, finally, someone with a sense of professionalism," he remarked, his voice smooth as silk with just a hint of a mocking edge.

You fought to keep your composure, ignoring the flutter in your chest at the sound of his voice. "What can I get for you tonight, sir?" you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

Jareth leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours as he assessed you with an appraising look. "I'll have a glass of your finest whiskey, neat," he replied, his voice low and commanding.

"Of course, sir," you replied, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the urge to look away. With a brisk nod, you turned on your heel and made your way to the bar, weaving through the throngs of wealthy patrons with practiced ease.

As you waited for the bartender to prepare Jareth's drink, your mind couldn't help but drift back to the enigmatic man at the table. There was something undeniably captivating about him, despite your best efforts to resist his allure. It was as if he possessed a magnetic pull that drew you in, despite the rational part of your brain screaming for you to keep your distance.

With a sigh, you shook your head, chiding yourself for entertaining such foolish thoughts. Jareth Tyton was nothing more than another entitled millionaire, accustomed to getting whatever he desired with a snap of his fingers. You had no business getting caught up in his charm, no matter how tempting it may be.

Finally, the bartender slid the glass of whiskey across the counter, interrupting your reverie. You thanked him with a nod before snatching up the drink and making your way back to Jareth's table.

Placing the glass in front of him, you offered a tight-lipped smile. "Here you are, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Jareth's lips curled into a knowing smile as he lifted the glass to his lips, his gaze never leaving yours. "Actually, there is one thing," he replied, his voice low and husky.

You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach as you braced yourself for whatever request he was about to make. "And what would that be, sir?" you asked, trying to keep your tone steady.

Jareth set the glass down on the table with a deliberate motion, his gaze never wavering from yours. "I'd like for you to join me for a drink," he said, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected invitation, your mind racing to find a suitable response. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm on duty," you replied, your voice coming out more clipped than intended.

Jareth chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Come now, darling, surely you can spare a few moments to indulge in a little conversation?" he pressed, his gaze boring into yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

You swallowed hard, torn between the desire to comply with his request and the instinctual urge to maintain a professional distance. "I...I really shouldn't," you stammered, your resolve wavering under the weight of his gaze.

Jareth leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "I promise I won't bite...unless you want me to," he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin in a caress of sorts.

A flush crept up your cheeks at his suggestive words, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. "I...I really should get back to work," you stammered, taking a step back from the table.

Jareth's smile widened at your retreat, a knowing glint in his eyes as he watched you with amusement. "Very well, darling. But I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to join me," he purred, his voice dripping with promise.

As you turned away from Jareth's table, you couldn't shake the lingering feeling of his gaze burning into your back. His invitation lingered in the air like a tantalizing temptation, tempting you to throw caution to the wind and indulge in the dangerous allure of the enigmatic millionaire.

Throughout the rest of the evening, you found it difficult to focus on your duties as a waiter. Your mind kept drifting back to Jareth, to his captivating presence and the way he effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him. Despite your best efforts to push him out of your thoughts, his image lingered in your mind like an uninvited guest, refusing to be ignored.

As the night wore on and the last of the patrons began to trickle out of the club, you found yourself lingering near Jareth's table, unable to resist the pull of his magnetic presence. The air crackled with tension between you, a silent exchange of desire and restraint that left you breathless with anticipation.

Finally, as the last of the staff began to clean up and prepare to close for the night, you found yourself standing before Jareth once again, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his smoldering gaze.

"Changed your mind, have you?" he remarked, his voice low and husky as he appraised you with a knowing smile.

"Mr. Tyton, I'm sorry, but the club is closing soon," you said, your voice tinged with regret as you stepped back from him. "I'll have to ask you to leave."

Jareth's smile faltered for a moment before he nodded in understanding. "Of course," he replied, his voice tinged with disappointment. "But I won't forget this, darling. I'll be seeing you again soon."

With that, he turned and left the club, leaving you standing alone in the emptying space. As you made your way outside to call an Uber, you couldn't shake the lingering feeling of his presence, like an invisible thread connecting you to him.

But as you reached for your phone to call a ride, you realized with a sinking feeling that your Uber had been canceled. Panic clawed at the edges of your mind as you frantically tried to find another way home, but it seemed that fate had other plans.

Just when you were about to resign yourself to the prospect of spending the night in the club parking lot, a familiar voice called out to you from the shadows.

"Having trouble getting home, darling?"

You turned to see Jareth leaning casually against his sleek black car, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I...uh...my Uber got canceled," you admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat your cheeks.

Jareth's smirk widened into a grin as he stepped forward, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be heading in the same direction," he replied, gesturing toward his car. "Care for a ride?"

You hesitated for a moment, torn between the rational part of your brain that screamed at you to decline and the inexplicable pull of Jareth's magnetic charm. In the end, curiosity won out, and you found yourself nodding in agreement.

"Alright, but just to clarify, you're not a serial killer, right?" you asked, half-jokingly as you climbed into the passenger seat.

Jareth chuckled softly as he started the car, the engine purring to life beneath you. "Of course not, darling," he replied, his tone mocking offense. "I can assure you, I'm perfectly safe company."

As he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the deserted streets, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of apprehension at the prospect of spending the night at the mercy of a man you barely knew. But as you stole a glance at Jareth's profile, bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights, you couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, everything would turn out alright.

True to his word, Jareth's house was not the extravagant mansion you might have expected from a millionaire, but rather a tastefully decorated townhouse nestled in a quiet neighborhood. As you stepped inside, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the cozy warmth of the space, a far cry from the cold opulence of the club.

"Would you like a drink?" Jareth asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.

"Just water for now, please," you replied, sinking down onto the plush couch and biting nervously at your nails.

Jareth returned a moment later with two glasses of water, handing one to you before taking a seat beside you on the couch.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft with concern as he studied your anxious expression.

You nodded, forcing a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, just...a bit overwhelmed, I suppose," you admitted, feeling a rush of embarrassment at your own vulnerability.

Jareth reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Well, you're safe here, I promise," he murmured, his voice soothing as he gazed into your eyes with a warmth that took you by surprise. "I'll make sure you have a comfortable place to sleep tonight."

———

As Jareth led you to a spare bedroom near the bathroom, you thanked him with a grateful smile. "Thank you for your hospitality," you said, your voice tinged with genuine appreciation. "I really appreciate it."

He offered you a reassuring smile in return, his gaze softening with warmth. "It's no trouble at all, darling," he replied, his tone gentle. "If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. I'll be just down the hall if you need me."

With that, he left you alone in the cozy bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. You took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering of nerves in your stomach as you surveyed your surroundings.

The room was tastefully decorated in muted tones, with a comfortable-looking bed piled high with plush pillows and soft blankets. A small dresser stood against one wall, adorned with a few framed photographs and a vase of fresh flowers. It was a far cry from the cold, impersonal atmosphere of the club, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you at the thoughtfulness of Jareth's gesture.

After rummaging through the dresser, you found a set of pajamas that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. With a sigh of relief, you quickly changed out of your work uniform and into the cozy attire, feeling the weight of the evening's events finally beginning to lift from your shoulders.

As you made your way to the bathroom to wash up before bed, you noticed a faint light emanating from a door nearby. Curiosity piqued, you cautiously approached the door, wondering what could be on the other side.

To your surprise, you found yourself standing outside of Jareth's bedroom, the door slightly ajar as you heard the muffled sound of his voice coming from within. Hesitating for a moment, you debated whether to intrude on his privacy or retreat back to your own room. But the temptation proved too great, and you found yourself pushing the door open ever so slightly, just enough to peer inside.

What you saw took you aback, sending a flush of heat to your cheeks as you listened in on Jareth's conversation. He was lying on his bed, a glass of whiskey in hand as he spoke into his phone with a smooth, seductive tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me, darling, what are you wearing?" he purred, his voice low and husky as he leaned back against the pillows.

You couldn't help but strain to hear the response on the other end of the line, feeling a pang of jealousy gnaw at the edges of your conscience.

The girl's voice came through the phone, soft and breathless with desire. "Just a little black dress," she replied, her tone tinged with excitement. "But it won't be on for long if you have your way."

Jareth chuckled softly at her response, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, you know what they say about patience being a virtue. I promise, I'll make it worth the wait."

As you listened in on their conversation, a mixture of fascination and discomfort churned within you. It was one thing to witness Jareth's charm and magnetism in person, but hearing him interact with another woman in such an intimate manner was a sobering reminder of the reality of your situation.

The girl's voice on the other end of the line was soft and breathless with anticipation as she spoke. "I've been thinking about you all night," she confessed, her tone tinged with excitement. "I couldn't stop fantasising about what I wanted to do to you when we were at the club earlier."

Jareth chuckled softly at her confession, a low, throaty sound that sent a surge of heat coursing through you. "Is that so, darling?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "And what, pray tell, did you have in mind?"

The girl's voice took on a sultry edge as she described her fantasies in vivid detail. "I wanted to slide under the table and take you in my mouth," she admitted, her words sending a thrill of anticipation racing through you. "I wanted to feel you grow hard and throbbing against my lips, to taste every inch of you until you couldn't take it anymore."

Jareth's breath hitched at her words, a soft moan escaping his lips as he palmed himself over his clothes. "Fuck, darling," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now. The thought of your lips wrapped around me...it's almost too much to bear."

As the conversation between Jareth and the girl grew increasingly heated, you found yourself transfixed by the raw, unbridled passion that radiated from them both. Despite the discomfort of intruding on such an intimate moment, you couldn't tear yourself away from the mesmerising spectacle unfolding before you.

After ending the call with the mysterious girl, Jareth let out a sigh of reluctant satisfaction, his fingers lingering on the screen of his phone as if reluctant to let go. "I'll send you some cash for tonight, darling," he murmured, his voice filled with promises of future encounters. "And I'll make sure next Tuesday is even more memorable. Until then..."

With a soft chuckle, he pressed a kiss to the phone before hanging up, his gaze lingering on the device for a moment longer before he finally set it aside.

As Jareth took a sip of his drink, you decided to retreat from your prying ways and return to the bathroom, where you washed your face and filled up a bottle with water from the kitchen. The sound of running water masked your movements as you tried to put the tantalising conversation out of your mind, focusing instead on the task at hand.

But as you turned to leave the kitchen, you were surprised to find Jareth leaning casually against the counter, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

"How much do you get paid for your work as a waitress?" he asked, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity.

You hesitated for a moment, taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. "Um...about $37 an hour," you replied, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat your cheeks.

Jareth's eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping his lips. "Good lord," he exclaimed, his tone incredulous. "That's less of a mechanic!"

You shrugged, trying to brush off his astonishment. "It's nothing special," you insisted, feeling a twinge of discomfort at his scrutiny.

But Jareth leaned in closer, his gaze piercing as he fixed you with a meaningful look. "Would you like to earn some more money?" he asked, his voice low and persuasive. "I might have a job for you that could pay you hundreds, if you're interested..."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of intrigue at his offer, despite the nagging voice of caution that whispered in the back of your mind. "What kind of job?" you asked, unable to resist the lure of potential wealth.

Jareth's lips curved into a sly grin as he leaned back against the counter, his gaze never leaving yours. "Let's just say it involves a bit of...entrepreneurship," he replied cryptically, his voice dripping with promise. "But I can assure you, the rewards are well worth the risk."

You hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of Jareth's proposition. It was a tempting offer, to be sure, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than met the eye.

"I'll think about it," you said finally, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "But for now, I think I'll stick to my day job."

Jareth's grin widened at your response, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Fair enough, darling," he replied, his tone light and playful. "But just remember, the offer is always on the table. Whenever you're ready to take the plunge, you know where to find me."

With that, he pushed himself away from the counter and sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the tantalising promise of what could be.

——— As the morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred from your sleep to the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. With a yawn, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and made your way out into the lounge room, where you found Jareth reclining on the couch in a plush dressing gown, a mug of coffee in hand.

"Good morning, darling," he greeted you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to join him. "I hope you slept well."

You returned his smile, feeling a rush of warmth at his thoughtful gesture. "Good morning," you replied, sinking down onto the couch beside him. "And yes, thank you, I did."

Jareth handed you a mug of coffee with a flourish, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched you take a sip. "So, did you give any more thought to my career suggestion?" he asked, his tone casual but tinged with curiosity.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. But curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself blurting out, "What exactly did you have in mind?"

Jareth's grin widened at your question, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, let's just say it involves a certain level of...intimacy," he replied cryptically, taking a sip of his own coffee.

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you tried to decipher his vague explanation. "Intimacy?" you echoed, feeling a knot of unease form in the pit of your stomach. "What do you mean by that?"

Jareth leaned back against the couch, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race. "Let's cut to the chase, darling," he said bluntly. "I'm talking about a...sexual escort kind of thing."

Your eyes widened in shock at his frank admission, your mind reeling at the implications of his words. "You mean...like...prostitution?" you stammered, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat your cheeks.

Jareth shrugged nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather. "Call it what you will," he replied casually. "But let's just say there are plenty of wealthy clients out there who are willing to pay top dollar for a bit of...companionship."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, the reality of Jareth's proposition sinking in like a lead weight in your stomach. "Do I...do I need to put in a resume or something?" you asked awkwardly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jareth chuckled softly at your question, shaking his head in amusement. "Darling, in this line of work, a resume means nothing," he replied, his tone dripping with amusement. "All you need is to know how to suck some good cock and kiss someone's breath away."

You blushed furiously at his blunt assessment, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over you at the crude language. But despite your discomfort, there was a part of you that couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity at the prospect of such a lucrative opportunity.

"Um...alright then," you muttered awkwardly, unsure of how to respond.

"So, my dear, do you have any seductive or sexual talents?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

You hesitated, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks at the thought of admitting such intimate details. "Um...I don't know," you mumbled, averting your gaze as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. "It's kind of embarrassing..."

But Jareth leaned in closer, his eyes alight with anticipation as he urged you to continue. "Come now, darling, don't be shy," he coaxed, his voice smooth as silk. "I promise, whatever you say will stay between us."

Taking a deep breath, you summoned the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "Well, um...I can...squirt," you admitted quietly, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Jareth's eyes widened in surprise at your confession, a gasp escaping his lips. But instead of recoiling in shock or disgust, he seemed genuinely impressed, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "Well, well, well, aren't you full of surprises?" he remarked, his tone tinged with amusement. "And what else, pray tell?"

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of nervousness flood through you at the prospect of revealing more of your intimate secrets. But Jareth's reassuring gaze encouraged you to continue, and with a shaky breath, you confessed, "I...I have no gag reflex."

Once again, Jareth's eyes widened in astonishment, but this time there was a hint of admiration in his gaze. "My dear, you truly are a rare find," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine awe. "With talents like that, you could easily charge more for your services."

You felt a surge of pride swell within you at his words, a flicker of excitement igniting in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the possibilities that lay ahead. Despite the initial discomfort of discussing such intimate details, there was a part of you that couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation at the prospect of embracing your sexuality in such a bold and unapologetic manner.

Later that day, as the sun dipped low on the horizon and cast a warm glow through the windows of Jareth's tastefully decorated townhouse, you found yourself lingering in the plush surroundings. There was something inexplicable drawing you to stay a bit longer, perhaps the allure of the unknown or the tantalizing promise of what lay ahead.

As you were lost in thought, Jareth emerged from his room dressed in yet another impeccably tailored waistcoat suit, his eyes alight with a predatory gleam as they fixed on you.

"Darling," he said boldly, his voice low and commanding, "undress for me. I need to see what I'll be working with."

Your breath caught in your throat at his audacious request, your mind racing as you struggled to process his words. But before you could protest, Jareth held up a hand to forestall any objections.

"Don't worry, my dear," he reassured you with a reassuring smile. "I promise, it's perfectly fine. I just need to assess the situation, as it were."

Reluctantly, you nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks as you began to peel off your clothes, piece by piece. With each garment that fell to the floor, you felt a surge of vulnerability wash over you, exposing yourself to the scrutiny of Jareth's keen gaze.

As you stood before him in nothing but your skin, you couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness at the thought of being so exposed. But Jareth's gaze was anything but judgmental as he approached you, his eyes roaming over your body with a careful scrutiny.

Your body was slender yet curvy in all the right places, with soft curves and gentle contours that hinted at hidden strength beneath the surface. Your skin was smooth and unblemished, with a warm, golden hue that seemed to glow in the soft light of the room.

Jareth's gaze lingered on your best attributes, his eyes tracing the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts with an appreciative gleam. "My, my, aren't you a vision," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "Your skin is positively radiant, my dear, like silk beneath my fingertips."

You couldn't help but feel a flush of warmth spread through you at his compliment, a surge of confidence swelling within you at his words. Despite the initial discomfort of being so exposed, there was a part of you that couldn't deny the intoxicating thrill of being admired by someone as captivating as Mr Tyton.

After allowing you a moment to collect yourself and redress, Jareth settled lazily onto the couch, his eyes alight with anticipation as he watched you with a predatory gaze.

"Darling," he said, his voice smooth as velvet, "I want you to enter this room as if you were about to be with a client. Show me how you would entice them, how you would make them feel desired and wanted."

You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of nervous excitement course through you at his request. With a shaky breath, you composed yourself and stepped forward, adopting the confident stride of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

As you approached Jareth, you let your eyes roam over his form with an appreciative gleam, taking in every inch of his lean, muscular frame. "Good evening, sir," you purred, your voice low and seductive. "I hope you're ready for a night you won't soon forget."

With slow, deliberate movements, you reached out to trace the contours of his jawline with a gentle touch, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "Let me help you relax and unwind," you whispered, your breath ghosting over his lips as you leaned in closer.

You positioned yourself in front of him, straddling his lap with a confident ease as you let your hands roam over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch. "Tell me, sir," you murmured, your voice dripping with desire, "what is it that you desire most? How can I make your wildest fantasies come true?"

Jareth's eyes darkened with desire as he watched you, his gaze smouldering with lust as he drank in every word and movement. "You have a natural talent for this, my dear," he purred, his voice husky with desire. "I can see why you'll be a hit with our clients."

As you stood before Jareth, the air thick with anticipation, he fixed you with a smoldering gaze, his eyes alight with desire. "Mount my lap, darling," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want to feel you against me."

With a shaky breath, you obeyed his command, straddling his lap with a sense of nervous excitement. As you settled into position, you could feel the heat of his body radiating beneath you, igniting a fire of desire that burned deep within your core.

"Good girl," Jareth murmured, his voice laced with approval as he reached out to caress your hips with a gentle touch. "Now, I want you to start dry humping and grinding against me. Let's see how well you can tease and tantalize."

You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of nervous energy coursing through you as you began to move against him, your hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm. With each movement, you could feel the growing hardness of Jareth's erection pressing against you, sending a thrill of excitement racing through your veins.

As you braced yourself on his shoulders, you stole a glance at his face, noting the way his eyes darkened with desire and his lips parted with a soft moan of pleasure. It was a heady sight, seeing the effect you had on him, and it only fueled the fire burning within you.

"Fuck, that's it, darling," Jareth groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me wild."

Encouraged by his reaction, you quickened the pace, grinding against him with an intensity that bordered on desperation. The sensation of his arousal pressing against you only served to heighten your own desire, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of your movements, intoxicated by the heady rush of passion.

But eventually, Jareth pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to regain his composure. "Hop off, darling," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need to see how you handle something a bit more...direct."

With a shaky breath, you complied, sliding off his lap and kneeling before him with a sense of nervous anticipation. As you looked up at him, you could see the hunger burning in his eyes, his arousal evident in the throbbing pulse of his erection.

"Now, show me how you would suck a client off," Jareth urged, his voice husky with desire.

You licked your lips, feeling a surge of excitement course through you at the prospect of demonstrating your skills. "I could suck you off better than that bitch on the phone from last night," you whispered, your voice dripping with confidence.

Jareth's eyes widened in surprise at your bold declaration, his arousal spiking at the memory of your earlier conversation. "You were listening?" he gasped, his voice tinged with excitement.

With a sly grin, you leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "Oh, I was listening," you murmured, your voice low and seductive. "And now, I'm going to show you just how talented I can be."

As you took Jareth's throbbing length into your mouth, you were immediately struck by its impressive size and girth. It felt heavy and pulsating against your tongue, the velvety smoothness of his skin inviting and enticing. With a sense of determination, you began to explore every inch of him with eager enthusiasm, your lips trailing teasingly along the length of his shaft as you savored the taste of him.

The head of his cock, swollen and glistening with anticipation, was a tantalizing sight, and you couldn't resist the urge to wrap your lips around it, suckling gently as you swirled your tongue over the sensitive tip. Jareth's sharp intake of breath was music to your ears, a symphony of pleasure that spurred you on as you continued to lavish attention on him with a fervor born of desire.

With each movement of your mouth, you felt a surge of heat building within you, a primal need driving you to take him deeper and deeper until he filled your mouth completely. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth, pumping the rest of his length with a steady rhythm that mirrored the pounding of your own heart.

As you hollowed your cheeks and applied just the right amount of pressure, Jareth's moans grew louder, his hands tangling in your hair as he guided you with a gentle but firm touch. "Such a good cock sucker," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Good girl, you're doing a wonderful job."

Encouraged by his praise, you redoubled your efforts, eager to please him with every flick of your tongue and every stroke of your hand. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch as you both approached the brink of ecstasy.

"That's it, sweetheart," Jareth groaned, his voice ragged with need. "Yes, darling, just like that."

And as you continued to suck and stroke him with a relentless determination, you felt a surge of satisfaction wash over you, knowing that you were bringing him to the brink of release with your expert ministrations.

As Jareth's pleasure reached its peak, you could feel the telltale signs of his impending release coursing through him. With a primal growl of satisfaction, he gave himself over to the ecstasy that consumed him, his body trembling with the force of his climax.

With a final, desperate thrust, he spilled his seed into your mouth, his release hot and salty against your tongue as you eagerly swallowed every drop. The taste of him was intoxicating, filling your senses with a heady rush of desire as you savoured the unique flavour of it.

As he came down from the heights of pleasure, you pulled back slightly, allowing him to see the evidence of his release glistening on your lips. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you opened wide in front of him, revealing the sight of his cum pooling on your tongue, a rather nasty and edgy sight that he loved.

Jareth's eyes widened in surprise at the sight, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you with a mixture of arousal and approval. "Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I knew you had a wild streak in you."

With a flick of your tongue, you swallowed his cum with a satisfied sigh, relishing in the taste of him lingering on your lips. As you met Jareth's gaze, a silent understanding passed between you, a shared recognition of the intensity of the pleasure you had both experienced.

Maybe this new career could be beneficial after all.

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