Professional

Professional.

There was only one word to truly describe Nayeon: Professional.

She could be cute, funny, or sexy in front of a camera.

She could be cheerful, skilled, or sentimental for a crowd.

She could be contemplative, compassionate, or generous in her personal life.

All of this and more could be true, but it wasn't the core of her character. Her every outward trait was controlled, and consumed, by her professionalism.

Filming camera? Be charismatic, because that's what the audience wants.

Roaring crowd? Show talent, because that's what they paid to see.

Struggling subordinate? Help out, because that's how you produce a good coworker.

Everything in its place, its time, and as it should be. Enjoying things on their own merits was unimportant. Anything could be enjoyed when done properly. If the demands of the work changed, there was no reason to complain. It was just a new set of requirements to fulfill.

Thus, Nayeon gagged on cock.

Thus, Nayeon mopped floor.

Thus, Nayeon licked pussy.

She fulfilled requirements and would perform nothing short of excellence.

Nayeon stood, legs burning, and bowed to Designer Flare. "Satisfactory, ma'am?"

Designer Flare was a woman of many years. Her advanced age was only betrayed by her snow-white hair and wrinkled face. Her posture was that of a military general, her clothing unique and fashionable. She didn't speak with much emotion, preferring to state things factually. Rumor had it she wasn't Korean, but her lack of accent, and Nayeon's uncaring attitude toward rumors, made it impossible to determine her origin.

Flare rarely smiled. She was like Nayeon, purely professional. She did however provide a short, curt round of applause. "Satisfactory, girl. You've done well."

Nayeon sighed quietly, partially with contentment and partially out of relief. Performing duties perfectly required exertion, and Nayeon was very near her breaking point. She looked down at everyone else though, to remind herself of her stamina. A dozen men and women lay naked and panting on the wooden floor, glistening with sweat, oil, and lube. Nayeon paid special attention to the woman in front of her, every hole gaping, and the man behind her, clutching at his heart. Not long ago, she'd been penetrating the former with a double strapon, and fucked by the latter, simultaneously. They looked pitiful.

It was Nayeon, alone, who stood, toned body on full display and shining with all of the same fluids, and strapon detached and hanging loosely in her hand.

"Thank you ma'am," Nayeon said, barely keeping her voice from wavering. The orgy had been a test of endurance. Nayeon hadn't paid attention to how long it was, but judging by some of the other participants having shifted from being passed out into a much more restful-looking sleep, it was not meant to be merely difficult. Perhaps it was meant to be impossible, or that all but the last person standing were effectively eliminated. Since Designer Flare had left, changed clothes, and returned, it could have been a literal all-night affair. Nayeon's stomach certainly complained, though she figured that could have been a result of all the cum that had been pumped into her from both ends.

"Get some rest, girl," Flare said, glancing down at the others before turning to leave, "The staff will handle them."

Nayeon nodded and stepped forward, not to follow but to prove, at least to herself, she could still move despite the exhaustion. "Any word on my re-debut, ma'am?"

Flare paused and looked over her shoulder with a smile that could only be formed by decades of experience, but was implacable as to the nature of that experience. "You've done very, very well, Nayeon."

Nayeon couldn't stop her own smile. Flare never used peoples' names, and Nayeon could only interpret that as a good sign. Training for the last couple of years had been grueling. The mere hint that it was soon to bear fruit had Nayeon's heart soaring.

As Flare continued on her way, Nayeon's smile broadened into a grin. She knew better than to state her interpretation out loud, but she could show her gratitude. "Thank you, ma'am. I won't disappoint!"