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

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Okay, so there I am, standing in this boujee-ass hotel room, still low-key tasting the last guy’s cum in the back of my throat. My hair’s a mess, my slut tattoo is basically screaming from my lower back, and I’m trying not to look like the total trash bag I know I am. This guy from the agency is giving me the once-over, and I can already tell he’s judging my extra-large silicone tits spilling out of this pink latex nightmare.

He’s like, “We need someone experienced for thirty guys, but not, you know, too slutty.” And I’m just smiling this bright, fake smile, adjusting my ponytail. “Oh, absolutely, honey. I’m your girl.” I lean in, letting my cleavage do the talking. I start explaining my whole routine—the ditzy act, the free kisses, letting a line form. I even do a little demo, this slow, hip-swaying walk toward him, my hand trailing up my own thigh. “You gotta make ‘em all feel special,” I say, dropping the word slut like it’s nothing. I see his eyes flicker, and I know I’ve got him.

But then he hits me with the real talk. “The agency sent their most experienced girl. Highest body count.” My stomach just drops. The humiliation is so real, bestie. I feel my face get hot under all this caked-on makeup. I try to play it cool, reapplying my neon pink lipstick slowly, making sure he’s watching my mouth. “It’s just a number,” I say, my voice shaky. But inside? I’m dying.

He asks how I handle the transition from dancing to… everything else. So I tell him. I’m brutally honest. “One brave guy whispers some filthy shit, asks to touch my pussy. I let him. I act like it’s the hottest thing ever.” I’m demonstrating now, my fingers brushing over the cheap fabric of my briefs. “I’ll say, ‘Is that too many guys for you, baby?’ and if he’s hard, I go for it.” My hand drifts to his lap, and I feel him twitch through his pants. “I get on my knees right here. I unzip him with my teeth, no cap. His dick springs out, and I don’t even hesitate. I take the whole thing down my throat, gagging a little for effect. I look up at him with these wet, slutty eyes, my lips stretched wide. ‘See?’ I gasp, pulling off with a pop. ‘Experienced enough for you?’”