RIGHT FOR THE PART
Rex sat in the back of the theater and watched as a red headed woman with full curves sashayed across the stage. He sat up straight in his seat, as the woman sparked a memory in his mind from long ago. He peered closer to see that it wasn’t who he’d hoped it was. His Ava. He knew it couldn’t be her, but a man could hope, couldn’t he? He sure would love to meet her though. She had the kind of body he loved on a woman, full curves, plush thighs and very busty.
“Next!” the producer called from the base of the stage.
Rex snapped to attention, as he knew he was in for it. This audition called for his body type and build, but could he really pull this one out? He barely got a look at the script; his agent was late on that one again. He moved to the stage.
“Just read the line,” the producer called from the dark seating area.
“I really can’t be with you anymore, Monica,” Rex read the one line for the spot from the daytime soap script.
“Okay, good,” the voice called again. “Step down.”
Rex tucked the script under his arm and exited the stage, releasing a sigh as he made his way out to the lobby.
The area was packed with men, most with his dark hair and great build. Too many, he thought with that same old dread. Dammit. He did smile though, because he knew most were broke and on their last thin dime, they either waited tables or worked in various labor jobs at the many hotels and restaurants in LA.
Not him. He had a bulging bank account and a Malibu beach house. Most would think he was a kept man, and in all truth, he was. Just not by one woman.
He left his card and his agent’s at the desk while not even caring anymore if he got the part or not. He made his way to the parking garage, toward his silver Jag while hitting his alarm button on his key remote.
The beeping sounded, and then went off.
There were a few times he regretted it sure, but when he counted the thousands he made every weekend, the doubts faded to a dull muted noise.
Rex got into his sleek silver sports car and drove toward the freeway. His cell went off and he glanced down to see if he knew the caller. He only took calls from numbers he knew and jobs arranged by his answering service.
It was Denise she made all his appointments.
“Yeah, D?” he answered.
“Hey Rex, good morning.”
He smiled. “Back at you. So, what’s on for the weekend?”
“Well, the usual, and then one not so usual,” she replied.
“Well, I have the room booked Friday and Saturday. Do they have their instructions?”
“Yeah, do you wanna hear the unusual?”
Rex exited onto the freeway. “As long as she’s human and weighs below 200, I really don’t care.”
There was a silence on the other end.
He smiled into the phone. “Don’t tell me, it’s a mare in heat?”
Her laughter sounded through the cell. “No, it’s just that—well…”
Shaking his head, he maneuvered the car through traffic and made his exit along the 101. “Come on, woman. What the hell is it?”
“It’s a set of twins.”
“Really?” Rex’s interest peaked now.
“Yep,” she answered.
“They want a man of the night for…?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Rex raised his brows. “I fucking love my work!”
Denise laughed uproariously.
“Okay D, see ya.” He clicked his cell phone closed.
Still laughing, he pulled up to his house and got out. He would need some stamina for this one. Damn, he forgot ask which night they were coming. He shrugged, didn’t matter though, he could do two at a time. Being a Man for Hire had its perks. Sure, there were jobs that were difficult or challenging. If he didn’t find the woman attractive? It made it really hard, but being a guy he knew how to get himself hard long enough to do the job.
Making his way up his walk to the front door, he punched in the code on the key alarm pad and went in.
It was a smaller Malibu home, but right up on the beach and the mortgage went on into infinity, but every day when he smelled the sea air, it was all worth it. He knew it cost a lot of fucks to keep paying the payment, but it was all good in the end.
He’d been asked a time or two if he were ashamed of being a high priced Gigolo. First off, he would answer that in fact, he wasn’t one. He didn’t stay with one woman who paid for everything, although he’d been offered that many times over.
Rex knew he was way easy on the eyes. Six foot 5 with broad shoulders, tanned, well built and not an ounce of fat. Dark raven hair and emerald eyes accented an almost perfect face. Thirty one years old with a savings account, that was filling up for his old age when he hit forty. He laughed aloud. That would be too old to be a man whore. Yeah, he knew and loved that joke, being a man whore, enjoyed by women. Instead of feeling any humiliation, he felt good almost every dammed day.
Good with his hands and fingers while knowing all the G-spots on a female, he had the added bonus of possessing a nice nine inch cock. He knew and used the entire plethora of the erogenous zones on a female. His mouth had the most talented tongue, at least that’s what he’d been told hundreds of times. He loved women of all kinds and even of varying ages, it took a lot for him to be so turned off that he couldn’t do the job.
Yes, most of the women were older, looking for an after forty orgasmic experience and he gave them that, usually several climaxes in a night.
Some wanted to be ravished, a few liked it rough and some wanted a little mastery. He had tried allowing one or two to master him, but he wasn’t comfortable with being tied up by strangers, so he made a rule against it.
He was born with good looks and even worked as a model a time or two. But the acting field was full of guys like him, all decked out with high glossy portfolios.
His work was a man’s dream really. After his failing attempt for that elusive Hollywood dream? He took the side jobs of being a paid stud and built himself into Hollywood Cream. Rex laughed aloud while he thought of his own made up nickname of Hollywood Cream, as he headed for the shower.
A very attentive lover, thorough and he was endowed with an extreme stamina. In fact, most times he never climaxed. He could do three women a night if he had to and his erection almost never failed. He enjoyed taking his time though, so he kept his schedule to one per night and gave them from dusk till dawn of whatever they seemed to need. He also had a knack of knowing or finding out what they needed. He could be whatever the woman wanted and especially if she asked for something specific.
Rex chuckled. Who knew his acting lessons would pay off in this way? Oh, wow! That is too fucking funny. To cum or not to cum—that is the question. His laughter grew as he removed his tie and shirt.
After an encounter where he was literally picked up off the street by the most luscious babe he’d ever seen? He had found his true calling in life. Yes, that first woman changed his life forever, though she’d changed him too. He’d fallen in love with her. He’d never really been in love before, so he sure didn’t know how to handle it. Then he lost her, so he supposed he hadn’t handled it all that well. So after she disappeared, he’d licked his wounds and found a new direction in life.
Then later, when he’d done a few clients, he found that his born vocation was to please a woman by fucking her senseless if that was what she needed. Or to give her oral pleasure that would drive her to multi-climaxes. His reportorial of talents were skills he felt proud to have.
No one owned him and he made his own rules. He most certainly didn’t do guys and he had been offered piles of cash to do so. He had to be able to feel attracted and men just didn’t do it. He was heterosexual all the way.
He also didn’t have a lot of danger in his line of work like the regular type prostitute. His clients were all well screened and he paid good money for that service. In reality, he just took a few acting auditions every month, in a last ditch hope that he might land something to last a little while. Rex really didn’t care though, he’d found his fame, in the feel of a woman’s skin under his fingers as her body rippled with a mind blowing climax he wrought. Nothing gave him the same powerful satisfaction.
As rates go, he got eight hundred a night and they paid for the room which was 200 hundred a night. By all the coo’s and satisfied screams in his workday? Yeah, he was a thousand dollar a night satisfaction with a self made rule to give the client minimum of three comes before the dawn. He’d been told by the richest babes out there—he was worth every penny.
Stepping in under the hot steaming water of his shower, he thought of tonight, looking forward to the wicked prospects. Funny, while most guys were on the prowl for pussy every weekend? Pussy was served up to him and they paid for the pleasure of it.
Rex soaped himself up. People were just looking for love in all the wrong places. He laughed as he lowered his hand to his trusty tool of pleasure, testing it to see if it wanted to work this weekend. He firmly wrapped his fingers around the shaft and envisioned the possibility of bringing some toys along to help with the twin deal. Yeah, he had a few stiff dildos that he used on an occasion or two.
He may need to pump one of them from behind while using the plastic tool to pleasure the other. The visions of two at a time of times before danced through his mind like Polaroid’s from a porn film.
His cock hardened immediately as his mouth watered a little with the anticipation of giving them a little good old fashioned nipple sucking and possibly some frontal sucking, while perhaps having one of them on her knees blowing him off. With his sexy erotic imaginings, his dick stood straight out through the steamy water. “Whoa there tiger, save it for later.” Rex laughed again, assured that all his equipment was poised and ready for tonight’s shift. Man, I always look forward to work with a relish. I am such a workaholic! He released another laugh as he stepped out to dry off and get ready for the sweet grind of a job.
The knock was shy and light, as Rex stood making a drink at the bar. His office was a suite at the Grande, room 1021. Luxurious, fully stocked with all the amenities of a penthouse suite. Its history had already been the scene of a good hundred sexual dates and it had witnessed literally three hundred female orgasms over this last year alone.
The timid knock sounded like a small tap-tap and he almost didn’t catch it. He strode to the door and looked through the peephole. There in the altered view stood an unassuming, petite girl with brown hair and thick glasses. Oh wow, a school marm type. Exhilaration flooded him. They were the most interesting jobs. All moral and straight laced on the surface while underneath, boiled a nymphomaniac. However, there were a few times when he was almost mauled before getting the situation under control.
Opening the door, he watched as she took him all in, her brown timorous eyes widening and rounding as she gazed all the way up along his powerful frame. Her tiny mouth popping wide open with astonishment.
Rex was used to this reaction he knew they expected a lot of things but never him. Maybe some seedy looking man? Or some pierced up, tattooed biker type. He never really knew what their previous notions might have been all he knew was he got this shocked gasping reaction almost every time. He smiled at her and she nearly stumbled backwards.
“Do I have the right room?”
“That depends, are you selling Girl Scout cookies?” he teased as he steadied her.
Her expression remained deadly serious as she shook her head.
“Good, although you would make a cute Girl Scout.”
Her face flushed all kinds of reds as she giggled. “No, this is my birthday present.”
Rex raised his brows. This was gonna be too much fun. “Oh, and that means I’m your present?”
Another girlish giggle echoed in the hallway.
Deciding that they’d given the hallway enough exchange, he reached out and grasped her arm. “Well, my dear. Let’s… blow out the candles and bring in your birthday right.” He moved her in, halted and turned her around. “Wait…” He closed the door and stepped back as hesitation suddenly filled him. Though what he did for a living wasn’t exactly legal, he never did someone underage. After all, he did have some morals. Rex rolled his eyes at his own joke and asked, “How old are you today?”
“I’m twenty one,” she answered timidly.
Rex tilted his head at her. “Mmm, you don’t look it.”
The girl seemed to shiver at his voice as she clutched her bag in a tight grip.
“I hate to ask, because I usually trust the service to clear this stuff, but I guess I need to card you.” He gave her a humoring wink.
She gulped heavily and looked bewildered.
“I mean can I see your ID?”
“Oh!” She looked surprised and dug into her bag, lifting out her wallet. She flipped it open to her driver’s license.
Rex peered closely at it for a full minute. “So, what year were you born?” He could see it there beneath the photo, but he wanted to be sure it wasn’t fake.
“Um, 1991,” she answered promptly.
“Well, Dorothy. Come on in and we will see about granting you a wish or two.” Rex strolled over to the bar. “Since you are of drinking age, what would you like?”
“You can call me Dot and I would like a wine spritzer, if you have one?”
“Have a seat, Dot.”
The girl nervously walked over and sat primly on the edge of the couch cushion.
Rex drew a brow up, this shy bridge stuff might be hard to cross, but it’ll be a fun ride, he knew this already. He could just picture the triumph of her panting and begging for more. All her shyness gone and forgotten when she found out that erotic mind blowing pleasure overcame everything. Sitting next to her, he handed her the drink.
Little Dot gulped it down and handed it back. Her hands shook as she held the glass out to him.
Rex took it. “Don’t be nervous. We can just talk for now.” He got up and made her another drink.
“Oh, no. I wanna do more than that!” she blurted out, and then smothered her mouth with her hands.
Halting, he turned to look at her.
Her expression looked stricken as she blushed with more crimson.
Releasing a chuckle, he finished pouring her drink and hurried back over to the couch, he now knew this was going to be more fun than he’d had in a while. An excited rush flooded him, as he genuinely wanted to take this young woman to heights she’d never known. This was one of those times he regarded as a very important turn in someone’s life. He wanted this girl to see what she could be and what she could feel. Later on, she could possibly find a young man with whom she could share a little of her own sexual prowess.
He gave her the second drink. “Just sip at it for now, I want you very awake for this.”
Little Dot took a small sip.
“So, how much sex have you had?” Rex asked outright.
With a spluttering, Dot spat her wine out from her small, pink mouth.
Rex laughed and reached over to swipe the spots of wine from her chin. He raised his fingers and licked the drops from them while gazing into her brown glass covered gaze.
She gulped heavily. “Um, I’m not a virgin or anything, but I’ve only been with one guy.”
“Mmm. Let’s take this a step at a time, okay?” He took the glass from her shaky grasp.
“Okay,” she squeaked nervously.
Rex bit at his lip to keep from chuckling as he lifted her up. “We will just get a little more comfortable, okay?” He took her bag from her almost death tight grasp and set it down. Next, he unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it away. She wore a black lace bra that seemed so out of character with her mousy image.
Stepping back, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.
Sucking her breath in, Dot stared at his smooth well muscled chest.
He stepped closer. “You can touch it you know.”
She bit at her lower lip and reached a finger out to lightly trail a lone finger down from his pecks to his waistband.
Rex couldn’t believe how turned on he was from just that sweet lone action. He suddenly felt her wonder and allure of the brand new. Inexplicably, he momentarily felt like the student. He reached out and touched her chest the same way while trailing a finger down along her sternum to her waist. With a smooth slight of hand, he tugged her skirt down.
She indeed wore black lace undies to match. Rex grew even harder beneath his dress pants as he realized that he was the one unwrapping a gift.
Dot took a careful step closer, her expression entranced.
Smoothing both hands along her sweet shapely hips, he marveled in the way her skin felt it was both supple and silky at the same time.
Abrupt-like, she forcefully grabbed him around the waist and tugged him to her body with a fierce swift motion.
Rex’s eyes rounded at her suddenly aggressive move. He’d planned to instruct her, but this following her lead could be more fun.
She placed her mouth on his skin and left a trail of soft feathery kisses along his stomach. Stopping at his belly button, she kept her lips close to his skin. “You were paid to do me—right?” she asked in a quivering voice.
Rex drew back a little. “Yes, whatever it is you want...you pretty much get.”
“Yum,” she moaned and stepped back to sit on the couch.” Do a slow strip for me, you know like the strippers in the clubs do?”
Rex did feel shocked. Miss timid mousy may have the sexual appetite of a very large but cute rat. He was surprised but not the least bit shy and he began to unbutton his pants.
Miss Dot licked her lips with real anticipation.
He unzipped and tugged them away, kicking the trousers from his ankles.
“Yeah!” She clapped with vigor.
A smile tugged at his lips and feeling a little decadent, he gyrated his hips a little.
“Take it out and stroke it,” she whispered low as she undid her bra and let her breasts fall out.
At her excited but gentle orders, Rex grew stiff inside his briefs while he dipped his fingers in and pulled his rigid cock out.
“Oooh,” she cooed as she passed her hands over her stiffening nipples. “You’re so big!”
His dick responded to her exhilaration and erotic move as it sprang right up at attention. This little girl was a hot little number.
“Now stroke it, you know like when you jack off?”
Rex stared at her. “I thought we might—?”
“That’s what I want!”
Startled by her shout a bit, but feeling like this direction was pretty good turn on at the same time, he shrugged and began to stroke himself.
“Ooh, yes…” She slipped her fingers into her panties. “Mmm, hand-fist it, harder!”
At her fierce tone, he blinked his eyes and was indeed hand fisting his erection while he wondered how he’d lost control of this little party.
“Yes, harder—faster, I want to see you shoot that load!”
Rex was panting now as he stood in front of the supposed timid, shy girl while hand fucking his own cock at her direction. “Is that what you want, Dot?”
“Yes!” she panted and shoved her fingers up into her pussy now her thighs were wide open. “So freakin hot. Look at how built you are, such a fat juicy cock! Nice!”
Rex never believed that this session would end up like this, as he grew harder and thicker within his own grasp.
“Oh, look at it, mmm. I want to see all that hot, spurting cum shoot out of it. Fuck it harder!” she nearly shouted with glee.
Nearly there now, his cock throbbed and bulged from the rapid friction he’d built up.
“Yes, now bend your body back and stick it out, where I can see it squirt, unh-unh,” she was nearly salivating as her slickened fingers rapidly plunged in and out of her wet, glistening snatch.
Rex knew what she wanted and he was going to deliver as he pumped his cock like he was priming a loaded shot gun. He gripped the base of it and held his dick like a bottle of Champagne primed for the burst and just as he felt his body spasm, he leaned his head back to spurt his cum straight out, releasing a low feral growl as he jetted his pearly hot deposit across the floor.
“Ahh, ahhh!” Dot’s ecstatic cries echoed out from the couch as she panted, struggling for breath. “Oh, God!” she nearly wept out the words. “Oh—unh!”
His whole body shook as he indeed experienced a stunning climax. The entire erotically charged episode was astonishing even to him as he was somewhat of an exhibitionist but never to this extent. He dropped his head forward to look at her, while his lungs were heaving.
Dot was a sensuous sight to behold while sprawled out on the couch her legs wide and quivering like jello as she heaved and sighed. “Oh, Mister Hotshot, you are a sweet piece of man!” She giggled and gasped for air.
”That’s what they tell me.” He gave her his most dazzling smile.
Her attention seemed to become more focused as she sat up a little straighter. “Can I have some more wine?”
Nodding his head, he went to tuck his spent dick back into his briefs.
“Oh, no,” she admonished. “You leave that big boy out.”
Pausing, he gazed over at the nice seemingly innocent girl gone naughty. “Okay.” He divested himself of the briefs and grabbed her glass.
“Oh, wow. That was a blast!” she snickered.
He often walked around the suite nude, but this night he felt almost wobbly on his legs, after his concentrated rocket launch of just now. He slowed his breath and poured her drink. Bringing her wine over, he handed it to her.
Her eyes looked glassy as she smiled and took it. “That was some awesome show and now I have another idea.”
Rex drew his brows up. This ought to be doozy.
Miss Dot opened her legs and grinned. “Kneel, baby boy.”
Realizing that he wasn’t done being surprised by this not so naive girl, he decided it was her pleasure, so he knelt.
She sipped her wine and scooted forward while tilting her hips. All pretense of shyness now entirely absent from her personality. “I want a thorough tongue fucking.”
“I am really good at it.” Rex shrugged.
“I bet you have a silken tongue, all right. You are one yummy looking man.”
Rex hadn’t been woman handled like this in a long ass time. He usually didn’t allow it, or his regulars knew better than to try it. But this little girl doing it was a strange turn on, he couldn’t even describe to himself why, it just was.
Grasping the skin on her inner thighs, he spread her legs wider. With a measured skill, he pulled her soft folds to the side.
Dot downed her wine and dropped the glass. She grabbed onto his hair, grasping it tightly, bringing his face right up along her snatch.
Rex swiped his tongue along her nub.
“Oooh, yes, a nice hot tongue,” she purred.
He used his tongue to dip inside her and back out, then swiped her again.
Her breathing grew heavy. “Now, I want you to hand stroke yourself again.”
At the order, Rex nearly halted.
“While you are face fucking me, I want you to jack off again, pretty boy.”
Rex raised a dark brow at her. He could have refused, but this was her night and if this was what she wanted? He reached down and found that inexplicably, he was stiffened all over again. He grabbed on and began to stroke.
“Make your cock strokes match your tongue fucking,” she ordered.
Rex wondered just how much sex she’d had with just one guy, considering her naughty disposition, but he did just as she ordered.
Her head dropped forward, so she could see him hand pumping himself while using his tongue on her. “Nice, and look how hard this is making you. You do like this, don’t you? Mmm, you tongue fuck good,” she moaned loudly.
Astonished at the fact that his cock was hard and getting thicker. He was tonguing her in tandem to hand fucking his own cock, tongue thrust with each cock thrust. It was an unbelievable turn on, tasting her juices while using his tongue in place of his cock, then giving his hard rod the due with rapid hand strokes on its bulging length. His skin flushed hot and cold all over his body, with the nasty double pumping and his pants grew as hers grew.
“Oh yes, fuck me, while you come!” she cried out.
At her wicked cat call, he felt his body jerk with a nervous spasm.
She was breathless again and leaned forward a little further to get another look at his engorged nearly bursting cock. “Oh yes!” she shouted, “Pump faster, tongue me harder, you are gonna blow, baby. Let it come!”
He sped up the rhythm and his body shook badly while on his knees and shivering like a young boy at his first fuck.
“Yeah, baby, such a delicious candy man you are—look at that cum, its’ so hot!” She leaned forward as his body convulsed with his climax, grabbing a fingerful of his cum, she swiped it across her erected nipples with a long cry of cooing ecstasy.
Rex grew rigid all over, nearly helpless with yet another come as he shuddered. He slumped backward with a gasping breath to the floor and tried to catch his breath.
Again, the little school girl had mistressed him completely. He was astounded, as he lay back, panting and breathless. He saw the room spin above him as her giggling echoed around him.
“What a talented stud you are!”
“Yes and what a naughty Mistress you are,” he panted breathlessly. “Happy Birthday, little Dot.” He started to laugh while still struggling for breath and tears of hilarity rolled from his eyes.
His fantastic job never ceased to surprise him.