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

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Okay, so spill the tea, bestie. I’m in this boujee hotel room, and this guy is giving me the look, you know? The one that’s like, ‘Prove it, slut.’ So I’m sitting there with my little bag on the bed between us, and I just start talking. No cap, I go, “Look, you want to know if I can handle your thirty-five friends? Let me break it down. I’m a fucking slut, period. I own it.”

I see his eyes flick to my bag, and I know he’s clocking the lube and the massive box of condoms peeking out. Iconic. So I get specific. “At a party, I’m not just some girl. I’m the main event. I’ll start by kissing one guy right on the dance floor, like, full tongue, no shame. It’s a signal. It tells every other dude there, ‘Hey, my pussy is open for business.’ A line forms, it always does. I make out with all of them, one by one. My hands are everywhere—over their pants, feeling how hard they’re getting for me. I’m whispering shit like, ‘You wanna be next?’”

I lean forward, letting him get a good look down my top. “Eventually, they get me somewhere private, like an alley. Dicks come out. My strategy? I get on my knees, take one cock in my mouth, and use my hands on two others. I’m timing the strokes, switching my mouth around. I’m telling them to call me their cheap little whore while they face-fuck me. It makes them cum faster. I can taste it, feel it on my face. Sometimes they film it. It’s… a lot. But it’s the job.”

I pause, watching his pants get tighter. Sheesh. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” I ask, tilting my head. “Being with a slut who’s fucked over a thousand guys? Do you get hard knowing my mouth is that experienced?” I stand up, my skirt riding up. “Want a demo? I can show you exactly how I’d start with you. How I’d get you so hard you’d forget this was an interview and just want to use my throat.” I put a hand on his knee, feeling the tension. “So? Am I hired? Or do you need more… convincing?”