What an ass. I needed to keep my head in the game.
“You can take it all off, sweetheart,” Ben directed.
She was cute. Tight. Definitely suited for what I was casting today. The perfect look for the demographic we’re catering to.
“Do you masturbate, Abby?”
She nodded.
“Sit down and lean back, put your feet up on the cushions.” Ben had taken over almost completely now.
“Do you know your body? Do you know what gets you off?”
She bit on her fingernail and smiled, nodding her head.
“Show us.”
She hesitated, and looked around the room. “You don’t videotape it, do you?”
“This isn’t one of those fake agent places. This is the real deal. As long as you can perform in front of me, that’s all I need.”
She nodded, as if relieved she didn’t have to be on camera just yet.
She laid back and placed her hand on her mound. Slowly stroking her folds with one hand, scraping her thigh with the fingers of the other.
Softly, and so very slowly, she teased her core. Then she dipped her fingers between her folds.
She had a good-looking pussy. Completely bare. Pale and pink. Tight lips. And it did nothing for me.
It had been years since a woman made something inside me zing. Made my stomach flip-flop or my heart beat fast. For the last few years, the pounding against my chest only had to do with thrusting hard enough to come with whatever random woman I had happened to pick up at the bar when I needed to release.
I won’t lie. There’s nothing better than warm, wet lips on my cock. It really doesn’t matter whose lips, because it just feels good. Never did it have anything to do with an attraction, or something deeper than seeking pleasure and satisfaction.
Until that night Everly’s tight little ass bent over and picked up her books, taunting me from between the tables.
A stifled moan sounded from the couch.
I looked up, but instead of the stranger auditioning, I saw Everly. Her dark hair was spread out across the back of the couch. Her blue eyes seared into mine as she moved her fingers around her clit and tweaked her nipple with her free hand.
Fuck me.
I looked over at Ben, partly expecting him to stare back at me in surprise at the change in scenery, but he didn’t. He simply gave me a thumbs-up under the table.
The breathing got heavier on the couch, and the next thing I knew, Abby’s body tensed and contracted with her orgasm.
I didn’t think I was going to be able to get through the day if all I saw was Everly on that couch. So I’d have to make it quick.
“Abby, I think we’re ready to take this a little further.”
She stopped and bit her bottom lip. Closing up her legs, she stood and began walking toward me.
I held up my hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Not me, honey.”
She hesitated, then turned toward Ben.
“Not him either.”