Clutching a box of 120 meat sticks, I sat in the center of the room and stared at the monitor. Appropriately, Ballerina legs had her hair in a ballerina bun. A cotton summer dress and flats topped off the ensemble, and gave comical relief to the fact that she didn’t wear tights and little gold slip on shoes.

“She reminds me of a ballerina with those skinny little legs,” I said.

“She reminds me of a that sexy little bitch on that sitcom,” Nerd said.

“Which one?”

“Big Bang Theory.”

“Kaley Cuoco?”

“Yeah. That’s who I’ll be imagining if they start fucking.”

“When they start fucking,” I said.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he said.

“At least you’re not thinking of me.”

“Until they start?” He turned toward me and looked me up and down. “I might be.”

“Stop being gross.”

I stared at the monitor as I gnawed on a meat snack. They sat in the edge of the bed and started making out. Two seconds into it, Eric started squeezing her boobs over her dress.

Nerd shoved himself away from the bench and jumped from his seat. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Give him a minute,” I said. “I told him to go slow.”

“Wake me up when this shit’s over,” Afro said.

Nerd began to pace the length of the narrow room while Afro fumbled with the wrapper on a Slim Jim. While each of them were distracted, Eric pulled her dress over her head and unclasped her bra.

I pulled another meat snack from the box. “Got some titty going on,” I said flatly.

Four eyes shot to the monitor.

“Jesus. Look at the tits on that bitch,” Nerd said. “They’re perfect.”

Eric leaned down and began to lick and suck her nipples, alternating from one boob to the other. In a matter of seconds, the right leg of his shorts began to rise rapidly.

With Mr. Muscles sucking her tits while she sat on the edge of the bed in her panties, Ballerina legs looked like a bun-sporting porn queen on the cusp of getting annihilated by her super-big-dicked co-star.

After giving each of her tits a workout, Eric stood. The front of his shorts were stretched to their limit.

Without speaking, she slipped off the edge of the bed and crouched in front of him. With her eyes locked on his, she reached for his zipper.

“Please, God. Let her suck that man’s cock like a pro,” Nerd begged.

She unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped them, and tugged against the waist. A few yanks later, and his swollen schlong sprung free, all but slapping her in the face.

“Wrap your lips around my big dick,” Eric said.

His monotone demand didn’t sound very convincing. She batted her eyes a few times, stretched her jaw wide, and looked up. My eyes shot from one monitor to the next, getting a different viewing angle of the slow-moving sexual train wreck from each one.

She reached for his cock, gripped it in her dainty hand, and opened her mouth. Crouched in front of him with her butt pressed against the backs of her calves, her body was sheer perfection. Her gravity defying boobs hung from her chest magnificently. Her perky nipples pointed straight out, giving hint to her state of arousal.

“I’ll be a good little girl for you.” She licked the tip of his dick. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“Jackpot!” Nerd shouted.

I looked at Afro. He nibbled at the tip of a Slim Jim while staring at the monitor above his head.

“Suck it,” Eric said, his tone slightly demanding, but still uncertain.

He’d never make a good dominant male, that was for sure.

She took the head of Eric’s dick into her mouth without issue or objection.

“She’s got a big mouth,” Nerd exclaimed. “Did you see that?”

One-third of his dick disappeared with each bob of her head.

Back and forth, her head bobbed. Her hands worked in conjunction with her mouth, stroking his shaft rapidly while she sucked it slowly. He reached for her head, gripped it in his fingertips, and held it firmly in place.

“Skull fuck that bitch,” Nerd shouted.

“Skull fuck?” I shot him a look. “Where do you guys come up with this shit?”

“That’s common sexual terminology. Skull fuck. To fuck one’s skull as if it were a pussy.”

I took a bite of jerky and looked at the screen. “Skull fuck that bitch.”

As we wished, Eric began to work his hips back and forth, forcing more of his cock into her mouth with each pelvic thrust.

Her eyes went wider with each additional inch he pushed into her throat. Her hands seemed to object at first, flapping at her sides. Within a few seconds, she withdrew and wrapped them around the backs of his thighs.

After a dozen or so strokes, she pulled away and gulped a breath.

“Jesus.” Nerd wiped the sweat from his brow. “She’s a pro.”

Eric gripped his dick in his hand, lifted it, and spread his legs to shoulder width apart. “Suck my balls.”

Ballerina legs buried her head between his legs and took one side of his scrotum into her mouth. Exercising caution, she sucked his smoothly shaved ball sack, alternating from one of his massive testicles to the other.

“Lick my ass,” he said as if he was reading it off of a teleprompter.

“I’m gonna puke,” I said.

Nerd’s eyes darted to me. He seemed offended. “What? Puke? A rim-job is awesome. Any good bitch will lick her man’s ass.”

“I must not be a good bitch.”

Eric bent at the knees, and she went to work between his ass cheeks. As I struggled to watch, I wondered just what Eric told her about the show, the sex, and what her future might hold after the show aired.

I decided it didn’t matter.

A few audible slurps into the ass licking campaign, and Eric reached for her arms. He pulled her to her feet, steadied her, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

“Oh shit,” Nerd spouted. “Second-hand rimmer. Okay, that’s gross.”

“Any good man will kiss the bitch that tongued his ass,” I said, my voice thick with sarcasm.

“If she gave me a rim-job, I’d probably kiss her,” Afro said.

“Maybe,” Nerd said.

I reached for another meat stick.

After the kiss, Eric picked her up and carried her to the bed. She looked at him with doe eyes as he slid his forearms underneath her legs.

Nerd clapped his hands together. “Wad that bitch in a ball and pound that shit.”

Eric rolled his shoulders forward, forcing her knees to each side of her head. With her smooth pussy pointed at the ceiling and her legs over his shoulders, there was little she could do short of accepting what he offered.

He gripped his shaft in his hand and guided it toward her skyward twat.

“Wouldn’t have guessed her to take a bare cock,” Nerd said.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, and do anything you say,” I said in a mocking tone.

“Point taken,” Nerd said.

I pulled a Slim Jim from the box, and without looking, extended my left arm. Afro took it from my grasp.

I grabbed another and peeled away the plastic wrapper.

Ballerina leg’s eyes shot wide and she let out a squeal as the tip of Eric’s cock disappeared between her pussy lips.

We all stared in amazement as he began working his hips back and forth, gaining a little depth with each stroke. Her only protest was gnawing at her bottom lip and waving her hands at her sides. After a few nail-biting minutes on all our parts, he was nuts-deep.

“Holy shit,” Nerd said. “She’s a trooper. That looked like sheer hell.”

“You tight pussy feels good,” Eric said.

She opened her mouth, sucked in a breath, and looked at him with wide eyes. “I love your…big cock.”

He squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples as he proceeded to fuck her slowly. After several minutes, his pace increased. And then, again. After another minute or so, he was ramming himself into her at a record pace.

His hips pounded against the backs of her thighs, filling the room with the sound of slapping skin.

“Best music in the world, right there,” Nerd said.

Afro closed his eyes. “I love that sound.”

In mid-stroke, Eric glanced over his shoulder, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it over his shoulder, obstructing our view of most everything.

“What the fuck,” Nerd shouted. “What’s he doing?”

I knew exactly what he was doing. He was providing a PG rated scene that we could undoubtedly use on the show. Beneath the blanket, there was no doubt they were fucking, but there was nothing exposed that would prevent airing the segment on television. He continued his full-on pace of fucking her like he was working against the clock. After a minute or so passed, he tossed the blanket aside.

“Thank God,” Nerd said.

“He’s breathing heavy,” Nerd said. “That tight little pussy’s taking its toll.”

Eric’s muscular ass pounded back and forth. “I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.

“Me…too,” Ballerina legs heaved.

He pounded and pounded. In a few seconds, she let out an ear-piercing wail that continued for several seconds. Her arms fell to her sides.

Eric pulled out, stroked his thirteen inches a few times, and then blew an award-winning load on her stomach, tits, and face.

Simultaneously, we all let out a sigh.

“Holy shit,” Nerd said. “That sexy little bitch can take a dick.”

I stood, handed Afro a beef jerky, and then turned toward the door.

“That’ll be seven hundred bucks, gentlemen. I’ll come back later for payment. Thanks for your patronage.”

“Where are you going?” Afro asked.

“I’ve got work to do,” I said.

And I walked out of the room.