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Bonus Excerpt from Strife
Life isn't beautiful. Sometimes, it's as ugly as our worst nightmares. This is one of those times.
I kneel before him. He's attractive enough, with short dark hair gelled forward and big green eyes. The suit he's wearing gives the illusion that he's a decent businessman. No one in this business could possibly be decent though.
My heart aches as I realize that this probably won't be enough. It never is with these types of guys who like to take advantage of the vulnerable and desperate. I refuse to be vulnerable, but I'm definitely desperate. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. Otherwise, he would be out of business.
“ That's a good girl,” James spreads his legs for me. The lusty sound of his voice makes me want to vomit. I can remember my adopted father saying the same thing to me with the same connotation. It brings back bad memories. Memories that I need therapy for. Therapy that I might never be able to afford.
I reach for his zipper, keeping my hand steady. I've done this dozens of times before, but this time it feels different. If I do a good job, I'll gain employment. The chance to suck a different cock every day of the week. Oh goody.
I bite back the urge to roll my eyes at my internal thoughts. I shouldn't feel so bitter. After all, I'm the one who called him. I'm the one who came here for this. I'm the one who asked for this interview.
I slide the zipper down, and my eyes bore into him. He might take it as a look of seduction, but it's really determination. Determination to do this so that I can earn the money it's going to take to keep a roof over my head and pay for college. Coming out to Hollywood to pursue my dream of being a movie star was a crap shoot. I knew that from the beginning. That's why it's important that I start working on Plan B right away before I end up on the streets.
I won't have to do this forever, I tell myself. Just long enough to get through four years of college. Long enough to destroy me emotionally completely.
Of course, that's what I suspect will happen. I've been through way worse than this though, and I've managed to come through it sane enough to carry on. Then again, I'm doing this voluntarily, so maybe I'm not so sane after all. I don't think it really matters right now. Just do what I have to do to get to my end game, and then worry about fixing myself afterward.
I half expect James' cock to spring forward the second his zipper is down. He doesn't strike me as the type of guy to wear underwear. Despite the very apparent outline of his erection though, I quickly realize that he is wearing underwear and I'll have to reach in there and wrangle out his trouser snake on my own. It feels like a chore. This whole thing feels like a chore—is a chore—but dawdling about won't get it done any faster.
I slick my tongue across my lips. It's meant to look sexy, but my mouth is as dry as the Sahara. I should have drunk more water before I came here. I hadn't expected this. To be honest, I'm not sure what I had expected. The naive part of me had hoped I would just fill out an application, answer some questions, and be on my way. Of course, it's not that easy. It rarely is when you apply somewhere so seedy.
His skin is hot to the touch, his cock thick and ready. I give it a few teasing strokes beneath the thin material of his boxers before I extract it, eying it like a predator does prey. The thought that I'm about to suck off a complete stranger makes me sick, but I had better start getting used to this feeling. I'll experience it a lot in the beginning before my emotions become desensitized to the act. It's merciful the way the body can adapt like that. I'm convinced that anything can become second nature if you do it enough, even the most dastardly of deeds.
James
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Bonus Excerpt from Strife
Life isn't beautiful. Sometimes, it's as ugly as our worst nightmares. This is one of those times.
I kneel before him. He's attractive enough, with short dark hair gelled forward and big green eyes. The suit he's wearing gives the illusion that he's a decent businessman. No one in this business could possibly be decent though.
My heart aches as I realize that this probably won't be enough. It never is with these types of guys who like to take advantage of the vulnerable and desperate. I refuse to be vulnerable, but I'm definitely desperate. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. Otherwise, he would be out of business.
“ That's a good girl,” James spreads his legs for me. The lusty sound of his voice makes me want to vomit. I can remember my adopted father saying the same thing to me with the same connotation. It brings back bad memories. Memories that I need therapy for. Therapy that I might never be able to afford.
I reach for his zipper, keeping my hand steady. I've done this dozens of times before, but this time it feels different. If I do a good job, I'll gain employment. The chance to suck a different cock every day of the week. Oh goody.
I bite back the urge to roll my eyes at my internal thoughts. I shouldn't feel so bitter. After all, I'm the one who called him. I'm the one who came here for this. I'm the one who asked for this interview.
I slide the zipper down, and my eyes bore into him. He might take it as a look of seduction, but it's really determination. Determination to do this so that I can earn the money it's going to take to keep a roof over my head and pay for college. Coming out to Hollywood to pursue my dream of being a movie star was a crap shoot. I knew that from the beginning. That's why it's important that I start working on Plan B right away before I end up on the streets.
I won't have to do this forever, I tell myself. Just long enough to get through four years of college. Long enough to destroy me emotionally completely.
Of course, that's what I suspect will happen. I've been through way worse than this though, and I've managed to come through it sane enough to carry on. Then again, I'm doing this voluntarily, so maybe I'm not so sane after all. I don't think it really matters right now. Just do what I have to do to get to my end game, and then worry about fixing myself afterward.
I half expect James' cock to spring forward the second his zipper is down. He doesn't strike me as the type of guy to wear underwear. Despite the very apparent outline of his erection though, I quickly realize that he is wearing underwear and I'll have to reach in there and wrangle out his trouser snake on my own. It feels like a chore. This whole thing feels like a chore—is a chore—but dawdling about won't get it done any faster.
I slick my tongue across my lips. It's meant to look sexy, but my mouth is as dry as the Sahara. I should have drunk more water before I came here. I hadn't expected this. To be honest, I'm not sure what I had expected. The naive part of me had hoped I would just fill out an application, answer some questions, and be on my way. Of course, it's not that easy. It rarely is when you apply somewhere so seedy.
His skin is hot to the touch, his cock thick and ready. I give it a few teasing strokes beneath the thin material of his boxers before I extract it, eying it like a predator does prey. The thought that I'm about to suck off a complete stranger makes me sick, but I had better start getting used to this feeling. I'll experience it a lot in the beginning before my emotions become desensitized to the act. It's merciful the way the body can adapt like that. I'm convinced that anything can become second nature if you do it enough, even the most dastardly of deeds.
James
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