I’m thinking about Venice and if there’s ever a chance to be a modern day courtesan again when I see him.
There, coming into the studio.
Ethan Kane.
You remember how I gave you that sob story basically about me and my situation? Told you it made it hard to feel sexy?
Well, I hate to say it because it makes me totally look so wishy-washy, but honestly, just seeing Ethan now is getting me kinda tingly.
I mean the other day, you saw me when I did the audition. I came during a lap dance.
I’ve never been a stripper or anything. Like I could never be that cold and money hungry every minute. When I get turned on, I totally go all the way.
Well, I went farther than I intended I think. You remember? I mean, I know I was telling you that I lost complete track of the people around me.
God, I came so hard on top of him.
And then once I got home, I came so hard thinking about it. And don't let me even get started about that night at the restaurant …
And now, looking at him come into the studio, and look around in confusion as everyone takes their five minute break, I forget all about my troubles.
It’s like the world is melting around me and once again, it's just him and I.
“Tommy,” I call out at the sound guy who is still at his post. “Can you play something with a bass?”
He nods to me and pushes a few buttons. The instrumentals to something that sounds kind of like hip-hop comes on.
But Tommy’s gone from my head now. I mean, so is everyone else. I’m staring at Ethan and from the corner of the room as he walks closer, I know he’s staring at me on the bed.
All of a sudden, my body is moving to the slow cadence of the music and I want nothing more than for Ethan to come join me on the bed.
I crawl over toward the bed, bending my body lower, hoping he gets a view of my tits as they hang. They’re starting to feel really sexy in this bra.
Ethan walks closer and I can see him now more clearly.
He’s wearing a shirt that's hugging him like a second skin. You can see his pecs; they’re bulging. His biceps are rippling. He could easily lift me and hold me up if he wanted to and not break a sweat.
He could use me as a sex toy, I think to myself.
I mean, don’t you think that, when you look at him on the cover?
Just lifting you up?
You’d spread your legs for him. He’d maneuver you like a sex object. Use the entrance to your pussy to rub the head of his cock around a bit.
Oh yeah. Just imagining the tip of his cock against my pussy lips is getting me hot.
I love it.
I bring a hand back, running it over my ass cheek until it gets to the thin layer of fabric that’s covering my pussy lips.
Maybe someone says something to me, but I don't care whose watching because I take a finger and start to rub my folds. It feels good.
I feel like I’m in heat. I close my eyes and arch my back, imagining Ethan’s tongue running along me. From my pussy to my crack.
That’s right. Like the song.
Lick it hard. Lick it good. Just like he should.