My Steamy Story: She is meeting the man in a hotel room f...

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Okay, so I’m standing in this boujee hotel room, feeling my cheap latex briefs stick to my pussy, which is still kinda wet from my last… appointment. The agency sent me, said it was a big deal, a party for thirty guys. The man across from me is all business, but I can see his eyes flick to the ‘SLUT’ tattoo peeking above my waistband. Iconic, right?

He’s asking about my experience, like, how experienced. “You’ve handled groups before?” he goes, trying to sound professional but his voice is a little tight. I give him my best ditzy smile, reapply my neon-pink lipstick slow, watching him watch my lips. “Oh, totally,” I say, my voice all sugar. “I’m a real team player. Like, I know how to work a room. A hug here, a little kiss there… gets ‘em all jealous and hard. It’s only a matter of time before someone suggests the alley.” I drop the word slut casually, like, “Some guys are into that, you know? A girl who knows she’s a slut.” His pants twitch, no cap.

Then he hits me with it. “The agency said you have the highest body count. That true?” OOF. The humiliation is real, bestie. I feel my face get hot under all this caked-on makeup. I look down, playing with my ponytail—still a little stiff with, well, you know. “I mean… I get around,” I mumble, then force myself to look up. Gotta use it. I lean forward, letting my new silicone tits practically spill out of my top. “Does that… put you off?” I whisper, letting my hand drift to my own thigh, high up near my boot. “Or does it just make you wonder what a girl who’s fucked… a lot… can really do?”

He’s fully hard now, I can see the tent in his slacks. Sheesh. So I get up, do that walk I do, the one that makes my ass swing and the ‘SLUT’ tattoo dance. I stop in front of him, put a hand on his chest. “You wanna test the merchandise?” I breathe, my gloss shining. “See if I’m too much of a trash bag for your friends?” Before he can answer, I’m on my knees, my fingers working his belt. “Let’s just say I’m very convincing,” I purr, and take his dick into my mouth, deep, using all the skill 349+ guys has taught me. He groans, his hands fisting in my semen-crusted hair. Guess the interview’s going well.