write what happens next in the scene between Jack and Kim
"As Kim went about her day, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Rick and the pleasure she had experienced with him. She couldn’t help but compare other men to him, wondering if they too would be as endowed as he was.

As she saw men who looked even remotely like Rick, she found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with them, to experience the same pleasure and the same rush of desire that she had felt with Rick.

“I wonder if he’s just as big as Rick,” she mused to herself, looking at a man who was walking by. “I bet he is. Oh, god, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she simply couldn’t help herself. The thrill of the chase was too much to resist.

As the day wore on, her cravings only grew stronger. She found herself yearning for the pleasure that only Rick could give her, but she knew that she had to find a way to satisfy her desires.

“Maybe I could go to a club tonight and look for someone who looks like him,” she said to herself, lost in thought. “I have to find a way to satisfy this craving.”

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Rick and his big, black cock. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she simply couldn’t resist the pull of her desires.

As she lay in bed at night, her mind wandered to thoughts of Rick and what it would be like to be with him again. The jealousy and longing burned deep within her, and she wondered if she would ever be able to satisfy her cravings.

“I need Rick,” she moaned, her body writhing with desire. “I need him to give me what I need.”

She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but her body and mind wouldn’t let her stop. The addiction and the pleasure it brought her were too much to resist.

Kim’s life had taken a turn for the worse since she had left Kevin’s firm. Her involvement with Rick and the sleazy scheme had destroyed her reputation and made it difficult for her to find work. She was nearing bankruptcy and was running out of options to pay her bills. With desperation taking over her, she found an ad on Craigslist titled “Modeling Opportunities.” Against her better judgment, she decided to give it a try.

The next day she found herself in an unkempt building downtown, in a poorly lit room that had a shabby table and a few chairs. Her heart sank with apprehension at the sight of a tall skinny black man seated against the wall, looking at her with a strange, almost lewd gaze.

Without even introducing himself, he asked her if she was comfortable with nudity. Kim hesitated, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the intimidating scrutiny of the man’s stare. She knew that it was already too late to back out, and in an unforeseen turn of events, the interviewer handed her a tiny sheer skirt and instructed her to strip.

Kim felt unnerved as she slowly and hesitantly started to strip, giving the stranger a private show. Every layer of clothing that came off her body was pulling her further and further down into the dark pit of desperation and guilt that had consumed her. She could feel every ounce of her professional training screaming at her to stop and run away, but the hard voice inside her yelled louder, “Do it. Do it or you’ll be broke, homeless.”

As she danced for the interviewer, a wave of disbelief and indignation washed over her. She couldn’t believe that she had sunk this low. Just as quickly, another emotion replaced the previous - lust. The thrill of it all, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the feeling of power it gave her over the interviewer. As if being possessed, her movements became more and more sensual, enticing him. And with each passing moment, she felt more and more like the Kim she remembered.

The experience was as humiliating as it was exhilarating, but it was also the door to an opportunity that promised easy money.

As she continued to dance for the interviewer, he started to make lewd comments about her body.

“Wow, you have the perfect Asian tits,” he said, his gaze lingering on her chest.

Kim felt a wave of indignation wash over her, but she didn’t want to risk losing the job. So she just kept dancing, hoping that it would all be over soon.

But then the interviewer handed her a large mandingo black dildo and asked her to play with it.

Kim hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to go through with it. But the promise of easy money was too tempting to resist, and she grabbed the dildo and began to ravage it, shocking the interviewer.

As she played with the dildo, she couldn’t help but get lost in the moment, the feeling of power and desire overwhelming her. Her demeanor changed from hesitant to confident, and she surprised the interviewer with her expertise.

“Wow, you really know how to handle that thing,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.

Kim couldn’t help but feel pleased with herself. It had been a long time since she had felt this kind of power and control, and it was intoxicating.

As she left the interview, she knew that she had just made a deal with the devil. But somehow, the thrill of the moment made it all feel worth it.

Deep down, she knew that she was heading down a dangerous path, but for now, the promise of easy money and the feeling of power and control was enough to keep her going. Little did she know that the path of her addiction would only grow deeper and more twisted from here on, pushing her to limits she had never imagined.

Kim took a deep breath as she approached the entrance of the luxury hotel for her first client. She couldn’t believe that this was happening, but the promise of easy money made it all worth it.

She arrived at the room and was greeted by her client, Jack. As she walked into the room, she could smell the heavy scent of cigars, and noticed that Jack was an older man, in his 60’s.

“Hi, I’m Jack,” he said with a smirk on his face. “I hope you’re ready to have some fun.”

Kim was immediately put off by his age and the heavy scent of cigar smoke, but then she noticed something that made her jaw drop in shock. Jack was massively hung, with balls larger than golf balls.

“Oh my god,” she thought to herself, suddenly finding it hard to keep her disgust hidden.

She couldn’t help but feel disgusted with herself for being turned on by something like this, but the uncontrollable desire that had taken over her body was overwhelming."