I just wanted to get into the party.
Fashion week was always eventful. Beautiful women and amazing parties, always a fun time. But this year I couldn’t get past the bouncer. This year I was stuck watching from the outside.
I took a chance and became a model.
A single pill and I could pose as one of them. I could become a beautiful model, a gorgeous woman who could slip past the bouncers with ease.
But once I’m in I find that I’m drawing attention from the wrong gender. Once I’m in I realized that all these men want to buy me a drink. Want something more from me. And I think it might be something I want to give.
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It was strange and foreign, so unlike anything I’d ever done before. The experience of giving a blowjob is really without comparison.
The feel of a man between your lips, throbbing in response to your pleasure. The taste of him, salty and earthy and somehow indefinably masculine. The pleasure of having him respond to you, grunting and trying to restrain himself, to hold back the animal inside.
Few things made me feel as powerful as I did with his cock in my mouth. I had his pleasure and mine under my full control. I was the one with all of the power.
But I wanted to please him. I wanted to make this powerful and magnetic man happy. I wanted to make him moan.
So I conjured up every memory of every woman I’d ever been with. I tried all of the tricks they had tried on me. I gave him my everything, with tongue and lips fully devoted to him.
He broke, groaning and grunting as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He lost his composure, pulling me to my feet and spinning me so that I was pressed against the window in front of me.