Pushing the girl aside and leaving her to clean herself up, I tuck my cock away and stand up, walking across my hotel room to pour myself a drink. I don’t even bother to look back at her. She’ll be out of here in the next few minutes, having failed at what she came here for and making me ten million richer in the process. The sooner the better. We’re moving out of here tonight.
The next season of the show is filming in New York City.
Glancing back at the girl, I see that she’s headed to the restroom, so I decide to make a break for it. I’m not in the mood for having to deal with the brush off. They don’t always get clingy, but occasionally they do. I’m always like, what the fuck? They know what they signed up for. I shake my head. There are always the few that seem to think they’re different or special or some shit.
Come on, really? They come on a show where the whole idea is for me to convince them to blow me but they think they might be The One?
I head out of the penthouse, rolling my eyes at the idea, then knock on the door across the hall where the control room is and walk in without waiting for an answer.
“Hey, man,” Chase calls out. He’s the head of filming. “Nice job with the cum shot.”
I should feel weird that all these cameras were on me while I was getting my dick sucked, but I’m used to it.
Instead, I just smirk and jerk my head once. “I’m headed out but I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn’t have sex with her at any point tonight. Check the camera crew that followed me if you need to verify.” I turn, ready to leave, and then add, “I expect the next ten million in my account tomorrow morning.”
“You know it, man,” Chase says, shaking his head in awe like he always does. “I don’t know how you do this week after week.”
I laugh. “What, get head?”
He nods. “That too, but I mean how you still convince them that’s what they want to do after all this time.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I wink. “It's what they want to do. What can I say?”
“One of these days you’re going to find someone you want for more than just some head.”
I look at him like he’s crazy. This shit is way too lucrative to even think about having sex with someone. I’m the fucking Head Hunter. “Yeah right, dude. I’ve got it made. What else could I possibly want?”
Chase laughs, but he still looks skeptical. Whatever.
Time to head out. “Let’s go, man. Time to hit up the Big Apple.”
Ashley
“Oh, baby,” the guy groans, “you’re so fucking sexy.”
I bend at the waist and make sure he has a perfect view of my ass in my black lace lingerie, rolling my eyes as I do so. This guy may think I’m hot, but he's so fucking not.
He smacks my ass, making me jump, and I decide right then and there that there’s no way I’m sleeping with him. Not that I mind having my ass slapped. But this guy is so not doing it for me.
I turn around and straddle him, schooling my expression into one of desperate lust as I rub my pussy against the cock tenting his over-priced designer suit pants.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good. Better than you’ve ever been fucked before,” he says, panting as he swipes a hand across his sweaty brow.
Um. No.
It takes everything I have not to wrinkle my nose in disgust. I highly doubt he could even get me off, much less give me the best fuck of my life. I mean, the guy’s packing a decent size cock from what I can tell, but he’s sweating like a damn pig, his bald head shining in the light I have on above us in the hotel room.
Instead, I bite my lip and lean in, shoving my tits in his face as I grip the sides of his head and force him to look up at me. “Tell me how,” I say in a low, breathy voice that makes his cock twitch.
“How?” he as
ks, confused.
Jesus Christ. “Yes,” I breathe. “Talk dirty to me.”
Maybe I can get him so worked up that I can make him cum without having to actually do much. We don’t need much out of this one.
I grip the little bit of hair at the back of his head and bring my mouth inches from his, steeling myself for what I have to do.