Chase
It’s a good fucking plan.
Transforming Kara into the perfect fitness model, utilizing her already massive fanbase, and doing it all on a globally aired competition is fucking genius. I almost wish I had come up with it myself.
For one thing, Kara is fucking hot. Any brand would be lucky as hell to have her running around in their merch.
For another, drawing Kara a little closer to the operation just means that she’ll be close at hand the next time I want those pretty lips of hers wrapped around my dick.
It ain’t just that, either. Eric showed me her weight loss journey pics. As long as our cocks aren’t concerned, this girl has the willpower of a saint.
Not many people can do what she’s done, and from the looks of things, she only did it for herself. A girl like her doesn’t need to be thin to pull dick. I would have tapped that fine ass of hers regardless of what she weighed—but damn if she doesn’t look fine as fuck in those tights she’s wearing today.
If she puts her head in this, and if she really believes she can do it, then we’re fucking winners—all three of us. An international competition in the bag.
I bring my attention to the TV in Eric’s office, where we’re about to show her the Miss Sexy Universe competition. We need to give her an idea of what she’ll be doing if she accepts this gig.
The lights are dimmed, and it's just the three of us in here. I’m backed against the door, arms crossed, ready to read Kara’s reactions to the competition.
The video from last year starts playing, and all of the competitors from around the world are doing their initial walk down the runway. The contestants are fully nude, oiled, and toned. Blown-out hair, classy make-up, and stiletto heels—the works.
I start to imagine Kara’s body out there in the mix. She’d stand out in a dark room; up on stage with a bunch of other gorgeous naked women, she’d have the crowd eating out of her hand in an instant. Every contestant is the finest piece of ass in her country, but Kara has something that none of the rest of them do: personality.
She knows the confident strut of a model. She can gain the muscle. And she has that raw animal magnetism that catches the eye of every man in her path.
But Miss Sexy Universe isn’t just about looking good naked. Kara’s fucking smart, man. I don’t even think she realizes it sometimes, but she’s as sharp as the Bowie knife I keep beneath my pillow at night—just in case any of my old mob connections are looking to reconnect, of course.
I look over to Kara’s face. She’s enamored. I can see it. As they make their way downstage, it looks like the contestants are about to walk right off screen and into the office with us.
Her cunt’s getting wet just imagining she’s a part of this. Letting an entire worldwide audience study and admire her gorgeous figure, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Eric is watching her, too. He smirks as her mouth forms a soft little blowjob-ready O.
We’ve already got her. We fucking know we do. It’s just a matter of convincing her that it’s true.
“This was last year’s Miss Sexy Universe competition,” says Eric. “Women from each participating country came together for the final showdown and an international winner was chosen.”
“Oh, I know what it is,” Kara says, nodding. “It’s televised worldwide. Everyone watches it—whether they admit it or not.”
“Good. Then you know how the different phases work and what the judges expect of the competitors,” he comments. “What do you think of it all?”
“Well, it’s entertaining. And when it’s on, you can hardly force yourself to look away,” she answers. “What I’m wondering is…why are you showing it to me now? What are you two getting at?”
“You, Kara,” Eric says.
The look on Kara’s face reads as confused, but I can see the way her nipples harden beneath her sports bra when he says it. Even if she doesn’t want to accept it in her head yet—that hot little body of hers already knows what we want her to do.
“You’re gonna have to spell it out for me,” Kara says, crossing her arms. She plays it off as getting bitchy with us, but I think she’s realized it, too: her nipples are so fucking hard, they’re threatening to pierce the fabric of her tight little tank top.
“We want you to compete in the pageant,” Eric reveals. “We’ll sponsor you with the Protein Plus brand. We’ll train you to be a part of this. It’ll be hard work, but you’re a fucking winner. We know you’ll succeed.”
Kara laughs nervously. “You guys are hilarious. The women up there…” She glances at the screen again, where the Miss Sexy Russia contestant is squatting a huge amount of weight. The camera pans in on her pussy—dripping fucking wet. “I’m not strong like that. I mean, look at me.”
Kara holds up her arms like she’s going to flex her biceps for us. She’s right. They’re barely there—but we can fix that.
“We have been looking at you, Kara,” Eric says, coming around behind her to take her biceps in his hands.
“Been looking at you a whole fucking lot,” I agree.
“And I like that,” she says, closing her eyes as Eric’s thumbs rub up and down the lengths of her biceps. It’s like she’s holding her breath until, finally, he releases her and backs off again. “Really, I do. It’s just…”
She starts fidgeting with her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and letting it go. She does it three times―all of them unsuccessful. She’s nervous.
She’s fucking hot when she’s nervous. Makes me want to push her down on the floor and lick her cunt until she’s begging to be allowed to compete for us. But Eric says we need to do this properly. Not let our dicks get in the way.
It’s not easy.
We’ve got pretty big dicks.
“You’re a model, Kara,” Eric says, shifting gears. “We’ve done the research—we’ve seen your pictures. You were fucking good at it, too.”
“Too good,” I say, swaggering forward. We’re closing in on her now. Circling her like fucking sharks. “A body like yours needs to be put to work.”
“Remember the drink you tried yesterday? Two Girls One Cupcake? That was from our line,” I add.
“Right. And it was―okay, it was fucking good.” she admits. Her face still shows hints of trepidation. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot of success with it. But I’m a failed model, guys. I don’t know where you’ve been snooping around about me at all, but if you did it properly, I’m sure you discovered that I lost my contract.”
“Which was a fucking mistake.”
“Any idiot can take one look at you and see that,” I agree.
“Here,” Eric says, reaching into his mini fridge and pulling out a shake. He tosses it to her and she catches it. “Try that and tell me you don’t fucking love it.”
“Sin-ammon?” she asks, reading the label. She shrugs her shoulders and giggles playfully. “Clever.” She twists the cap and sniffs it, much like she did with the cupcake flavor.
“We’re clever men,” Eric agrees. “I think you’ve realized that by now.”
Kara’s eyes widen as she swishes the drink around in her mouth, tasting every note. Judging by the look on her face, she’s either just fallen in love or just creamed herself.
“Okay, this is fucking delicious,” she admits. “Protein shakes aren’t supposed to taste this good, though—what the fuck is in it?”
Eric and I exchange looks. Do we tell her?
If she read the label a little more closely, she would be able to make a logical guess.
The words are right there, and she’s already tasted our secret ingredient fresh from the source.
“If you want me to promote it, I need to know what’s inside,” Kara insists.
I fucking love when she gets all bossy like this. Gorgeous. Makes me want to put her in her place—on her fucking knees, sucking all that secret ingredient out of my balls like the slut she is.
With a big smile on his face, Eric admits it.
“Cum.”
“Cum?!” Kara holds the shake at arm’s length, her blue eyes as wide as can be. “You’re fucking kidding me!”
“Our cum, specifically,” I add. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
She narrows her eyes with suspicion, trying to decide whether we’re fucking with her or not.
Then she stares us dead in the eyes, and to my fucking delight, takes a second taste of the shake. She gulps it down deliberately, savoring every fucking drop. Her reaction makes me think she likes it even more now that she lets on.
“Better than mung beans,” she finally admits, licking the final drops off her lips. “This is all lab-tested, safe for consumption, right?”
“No adverse effects yet,” Eric reassures her. “Final rounds of testing should wrap up in the next month or so.”
Kara continues sipping and savoring the taste of the protein shake. There’s no denying that she loves it. And it’s fucking hot watching her drink cum.
Damn. I’m just glad we got to this girl before some other bastard beat us to her.
What a perfect fucking slut.
“Kara,” Eric starts. “This could be the beginning of a beautiful business relationship for us.”
“I’m listening. Go on,” she says as she takes another sip and subsequently licks it off of her lips. It’s like she’s getting more and more obsessed with each swallow.
By the time that bottle is empty, I have no doubt that she’ll be wanting more.
“You’ve seen the pageant. You know what the winners get: a one-million dollar modeling contract with Sexy Universe. They train the hottest porn stars in the business—not to mention all those good girl actresses trying to make the world take them seriously by shooting nude scenes. Your body will be forever synonymous with fitness and fuckability.”
“Don’t even pretend you don’t like the sound of that,” I add. “I can smell how wet you are from here.”
“Is that so?” she asks in her sexy, sultry, alpha femme voice.
Christ. Gets me hard just hearing her talk. Reminds me how bad I want to make her moan.
“And joining our venture means you’ll spend a lot more time with us,” I add with a nod and a wink.
“Not to mention as much Protein Plus as you can drink,” Eric adds.
Kara finishes the shake, tipping the bottle high in the air to get the last drops. She puts the empty bottle down on Eric’s desk—drained to the last drop.
“Honestly, guys. I’ll have to think about it. I have some confidence issues I’m still working through with the weight loss. I’m not used to my body yet.
“We respect that,” I say, even though—fuck. She’s such a goddamn tease, and I think she knows it too.
“I will say our little bang session last night did help. Maybe, just maybe, if I had more of that…I could muster up the confidence to do it. That, and free personal training sessions with you. I felt great at the end of the day yesterday,” Kara negotiates.
“Hard bargain,” I say. Emphasis on hard—my cock is currently making a fucking tent in my gym shorts.
“Oh, and an unlimited supply of these shakes,” she adds, smiling innocently up at us.
“Deal,” says Eric. “We have ten other flavors for you to try, you know. Watching you guzzle down that Sin-ammon drink was…captivating.”
“Maybe you’re a dirty little slut that likes drinking cum,” I add, shrugging.
She pierces us with a sultry, sexy look.
“Maybe you two should whip your cocks out and find out,” she suggests.
Well, damn.
Who the fuck are we to say no to that?