Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

Right now, I’m giving this a 50/50 chance of being the real deal. Like, it’s so insane of an idea that it just might be true. I would’ve told you this morning that Stone is just a loser who can’t figure out when it’s okay to go swinging his man meat around, but now?

I don’t know. He’s almost … believable.

He tosses two back with a swig of water.

Time to see if he’s full of shit …

6

Stone

As I’m throwing the pills into my mouth and washing them down with some water, I’ll admit it—I’m eyeing Gisele up. Believe me, if she was standing in your hotel bathroom, you would be too. God, legs so tanned and long and smooth, they look like they could be in an advertisement.

Or on a stripper.

But even more amazing than those legs are her tits. Have you ever seen tits so big on a girl, you wonder how she can stand up without assistance? That’s Gisele. I have a hard time forming sentences when I’m around her because I’m drooling so much. I've never seen a rack on a girl like this, outside of porn films, of course.

I wonder for a moment if Gisele had a boob job done, or if they’re real. I want to ask her, but even more than that, I want to take off her clothes and find out for myself.

Oh fuck …

“Listen, I have to tell you something,” I say quickly, before I lose the ability to speak. I'm already starting to fall under the spell of the pills—I can feel the tug of sleep start to pull me under. “Whatever I’m thinking about before I fall asleep, that’s usually what happens when I am asleep. Not that I’m a genie and grant three wishes or something …”

I’m so tired. I struggle to keep my eyes open. I don’t want to miss even a moment of drooling over those tits. I blink slowly. Is she taking off her shirt? Is she going to show me her tits after all? That can’t be right. She’s a reporter, she isn’t going to…

7

Gisele

I’m fingering the buttons on my blouse fast, watching the lust in his eyes light up. So what if he wants to tell me some crazy story about those pills and he’s lying? Oh, someone as cocky as Stone is sure to say something any minute about how he knew I’d put out.

The truth is I love my job, but I'm letting myself slip into the big no-no you think you only see in the movies. Sleeping with the source. I can tell myself I’m doing what I can to get the story; if we fuck and he really doesn’t remember it, then I know he’s telling the truth. If we fuck and he clearly remembers everything … well, journalism isn't what it used to be and I’ll tell my editor. She’ll understand. I know that she didn’t get her job without bending the rules … in a world of listicles and gifs embedded in online articles, she and I both know that getting the real scoop on a rock star isn't going to happen by playing nice, or by the rules.

Plus, it has been way too long since I got laid. Why not kill two birds with one stone, as it were? My hands can’t work the buttons fast enough when I see the way his eyes zoom in on my breasts. Yeah, they’re big.

I see that he’s got a huge, hard cock for me, tenting his pants mercilessly, aching to be free. Oh, I can so help with that.

But, yeah, this is just a dirty little part of getting the story. Sure.

My whole body is on fire, and I don't really care about what I may or may not be rationalizing to myself. Because I'm completely thinking about the story, and I'm also completely thinking about how much I want to lick every inch of his body. I want to ride his cock and show him that he's not the only one with a top notch ability to charm.

You don't look like I do and not know a thing or two about charming people out of their pants. It's been a while, but a girl doesn't forget how to ride a cock. My body is, and has always been, one way for me to get attention. It could be a good or bad thing. I decided a long time ago that I'm making it a good thing. If I'm going to get attention, then I'll get the kind that I want.

"Stone, you want to fuck me?" I ask, stepping closer to him and running a finger down the full length of his erection.

He grins widely but says nothing.

"You don't just invite a gal up to your room and not plan to fuck her." I look to see if he's going to offer anything up. "But I guess it wouldn't be the right thing to do," I say, pulling my finger back.

Stone's hand grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, my breasts slapping into the wall of his chest. "You don't look like you ever worry about being a good girl," Stone says, his voice low and sultry.

My pussy is so wet right now. The way he's looking at me is enough to make me squirm, but the deep sound in his voice makes me weak in the knees. If I wasn't planning to fuck him before, well, that low rumble like a wild animal ready to pounce me? That totally sealed the deal.

"Do you like bad girls?" I ask Stone, my voice catching in my throat.

He hasn't let go of my wrist. His thumb brushes softly over the skin.

It makes me sigh a little, involuntarily. I can't believe how strong of a reactio