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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

  Epilogue (Again)

  Table of Contents

  Crowd Pleaser

  Copyright

  Extras:

  Acknowledgments

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

  Epilogue (Again)

  More From Marie James

  Copyright

  Crowd Pleaser

  Copyright © 2018 Marie James

  Editing by Marie James Betas & JA Essen

  Proofread by: Katie Ivy

  EBooks are not transferable. All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded, or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Extras:

  Cover Photo: RBA Designs (Letitia Hasser)

  Crowd Pleaser Playlist

  Drag Queen Playlist (I didn’t create this list, but it provided hours of dancing in my seat while writing the story!

  Acknowledgments

  Gosh, there are DOZENS of people who make a book possible. Hopefully, I’m able to list all of them!!

  Huge shout out to the AMAZING Bookalicious Babes Blog creator, Karen McVino, for volunteering to be a naughty little porn star for this book.

  Nothing (and I mean nothing) is possible without the tons of help I get from Linda Russell at Foreword PR. Whether it’s help getting ready for release or her advice on when I shouldn’t say certain things, she’s been the absolute best, difference in opinions on Pringle cans aside of course.

  My main ladies MaRanda, Steph, and Brittney… you gals… are THE BEST!!

  My PA, Laura Watson… woman!! I’d be lost!! Your help is invaluable to me!! I couldn’t get these books written if it wasn’t for your help behind the scenes!!

  Letitia, thank you, thank you, thank you for the fabulous cover!!! You took all of my stammering and indecisiveness and turned into a smoking hot work of book art!! Kudos brilliant woman!!

  STALKERS!! You gals are fantabulous!! The support, words of encouragement, naughty posts that keep me inspired… I couldn’t live without them!!

  Crowd Pleaser BETAs, thank you so much for your help. Shannon, Heather, Rachel, Brenda, Carries, Laura, and Katie your help has been instrumental in making this book possible. Thank you a million times over for your continued support!

  To the amazing ladies on the Crowd Pleaser Review team, thank you bunches for the early reads and a couple of corrections that were missing during the normal editing process!

  Bloggers! The indie world doesn’t go around without you! Thank you so much for posting, sharing reading/reviewing my books!! I’m eternally grateful for every second of your time that you’ve invested in me!

  Readers! Seriously… there are a ton of people that make a book actually possible to hit the shelf, but authors are working for YOU!! If you love it, loan it, tell a friend, TELL THE WORLD, it’s how we’re able to keep writing.

  Until the next time!

  ~Marie James

  Blurb

  You know those love stories you read about? The ones where the heroine remains untouched, virgin-like until she meets the man of her dreams?

  The stories where she's always in the shadows, always on the outside, no one knowing her name until she meets her one and only? A shy glance across the room at her first ever college party captivates the man she'll soon fall in love with?

  This story isn't that.

  In my story, everyone who's anyone has seen the heaviness of my tits. They've all heard the soft moan I make when a man slides inside. They've all heard my whimpers, heard me begging for more.

  My name is Randi Simms.

  And I'm a crowd pleaser.

  Chapter 1

  Randi

  “No,” I chide pulling my hand back. “Don’t.”

  Ice blue eyes look up at me, excitement evident in his inability to sit still longer than a handful of seconds.

  I lower my hand, inching it closer to his face, a grin spreading wide when he actually listens. We’ve been at this all morning, both of us growing increasingly frustrated.

  “Damn it, Havoc.” I pull my hand back just before he takes the tip of my finger off with his sharp, puppy teeth.

  Swallowing the treat whole, he tilts his head in confusion when I don’t offer him another one.

  “That’s all I got, buddy.” He barks his distaste, the back half of him wiggling uncontrollably. “More tomorrow.”

  My cell phone dings from my bedroom, and Havoc follows me through the condo to check on it. He sniffs my free hand and the waistband of my yoga pants trying to find another treat.

  SCP: 2930 Mockingbird Lane. Find Joey.

  I grin down at the text. I’ve been waiting all day to get one. I knew there would be several parties around town tonight since school starts on Monday, but I was getting a little anxious as the day went on and I didn’t hear from them.

  I spend the next hour getting ready. My makeup is done, and my hair is teased to messy perfection. I’ve slid into lace-topped stockings with a garter belt, knee-high biker boots, and the shortest plaid skirt known to mankind. The all-over ensemble gives me the naughty school girl look that will make all the guys at the party want me. It will also make all the sorority girls hate me, but that's the cost of doing business, I guess.

  The address SCP sent me
is only a few miles from my place, but that doesn’t stop me from blaring music with the windows down. The late summer heat swirls around me, tangling my hair on the ride over, but it only adds to the wildness the night will bring. The first time SCP sent me to one of these parties, I could barely keep my knees from knocking together. I was terrified, and damn near vomited in the bushes on the way to the front steps. Now, a thrill courses through my blood and a welcomed anxiousness pulls my bright red lips into a smile as I make my way across the front lawn.

  The party started long before I got here. SCP insists I get here several hours after the first keg is tapped. It provides optimal viewing and larger crowds. Guys watch me as I add a little extra sway to my hips. Their girlfriends, or flavor of the night, sneer, some even going so far as to hiss insults. I smile big at the guys and even brighter at the girls.

  I can feel the music vibrating under my feet as I climb the wooden stairs into the frat house. Chin held high, I walk inside looking for Joey. Heads turn, conversations fade away, and more than a dozen sets of eyes follow my trek across the entryway and into the living room. Some people recognize me. The men lick their lips in anticipation, but the girls groan knowing I’m about to steal away the attention they’ve been fighting for all night. The people inside differ from the ones on the porch. The men, already growing thick in their jeans; the women are still pissed but also intrigued. They know they're going to get fucked hard after the show I put on.

  “There’s my star,” Joey says when I’m finally able to get within hearing distance of him. “Party starter?”

  “Please,” I yell over the noise. The first party before school starts is always the craziest. Students act as if they’re going off to war, not sitting for a couple of hours in an air-conditioned classroom.

  I know the anticipation of tomorrow from being a student myself. This is my first party working for SCP right before the semester begins. I've done three parties, starting with my first in June, right after spring semester was over.

  “I have to warn you,” Joey says as he hands over two shot glasses with tequila in them.

  I silence him with a glare and toss the first shot back. “I hate when you say shit like that.”

  He shrugs and waits for me to down the second shot before speaking again. “He’s brand new. Tonight’s his first gig. You’ll need to show him the ropes.”

  “The last new guy could hardly perform,” I complain. “It makes me look bad.”

  He takes the empty shot glasses from my hand and places them back on the make-shift bar top.

  “You never look bad, Cici.” His compliment is given with an over exaggerated wink.

  Cici.

  It’s a stage name of sorts, one I both love and hate. It’s a means to an end. An end I’m actually having fun with.

  “Where is he?” I ask looking around the room that has only gotten more crowded since I walked in.

  “On the couch. Ripped jeans, tattoos, and a baseball cap.” He raises an eyebrow when my smile grows. He knows I’m a sucker for a bad boy. “You have a little competition, though. The girls have been circling him since he got here. There was a little blonde chick on his lap a second ago.”

  I frown.

  “No catfights,” he warns grabbing my shoulders and turning me in the direction of the sofa.

  I can’t see over the sea of people, but I’m used to it. For twenty-one years, I’ve been the smallest girl in every group. Thank fuck retailers are making slutty clothes for pre-teens, or I’d have to have all of my outfits custom made. I’m not slut-shaming by any means. I’d be a hypocrite to ever judge someone for their sexual proclivities, especially with what I’m about to do.

  I stop on the edge of the dance floor, borrowing a few seconds before approaching my conquest of the night. Looking bored, the fit guy sitting in the middle of the couch acts like he owns the place. The girl vying for his attention on his left seems too drunk to realize that he’s paying her no mind. With his back flat against the couch, his legs are spread, open and inviting. Massive hands I can’t wait to have on my body, are clasped together in his lap. The way his chin is tucked into his chest, I wonder if he’s actually asleep, but after closer inspection, I can see the faint sway of his head as he keeps rhythm to the beat of the music playing through the speakers.

  Sauntering up to him with enough sway in my hips to hypnotize a blind man, I hate that the flat bill of his baseball cap hides his eyes. My fingers tingle with want at the sight of unruly, dark curls at the base of his neck. Tonight is going to be more fun than I’d anticipated.

  I position myself between his legs, kicking his black boot when he ignores me. I watch the top of his ball cap as he lifts his head so slow that a wave of cold chills follows his gaze. He starts at my ankles, then the full length of my legs until he pauses where the lace of my stockings meet bare flesh. When his tongue runs the width of his lower lip, I feel it along the seam of my pussy.

  This is the fourth party I have worked, but the very first time my soon-to-be partner made my body respond before he physically touched me.

  After spending an endless moment on my breasts, he tilts his head up just enough so I can see the bright blue of his mesmerizing eyes. It makes me wonder what proof the tequila was that Joey handed me only minutes ago.

  The disinterest he had in the blonde sitting beside him vanishes when a smirk tugs at his lips. I’m lost when a tiny dimple forms on his right cheek. Man, they struck fucking gold with this guy.

  Leaning forward, his hands take the same route his eyes did, starting at my ankles and settling on my hips under my skirt. The flex of his fingers urges me forward until I’m straddling his lap. I’m so focused on him, I hardly register the huff of the girl beside us as she gets up grumbling about sluts ruining her good time.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” he mutters right before his warm lips meet the exposed flesh of my stomach.

  My tits grow heavy, the tips puckering to tight knots and aching to be sucked.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I pant as his tongue toys with the ring in my belly button. “How long have you been waiting for me?”

  “My whole life, baby.” As cheesy as his words are, my pulse kicks up another couple of notches.

  Turning his hat backward so I don’t get clocked in the face with the bill, I lean down and trace the perfect bow of his lips with the tip of my tongue.

  “You’re making me hard,” he confesses against my lips.

  Dragging his bottom lip through my teeth and moaning as his wandering fingers trail down the lace of my panties, I almost lose track of what I’m here for.

  “Isn’t that the whole point?” I pull at the snaps of my tied tank top, giving him access to my full tits.

  “My God.” His attention is right where it should be, his mouth finding the peak of my right breast, engulfing it in suction hard enough his cheeks collapse.

  “Show me that ass, baby!” some drunk fucker yells from across the room.

  I oblige, lifting my skirt higher so the room can see my barely-there lace panties and the sleek garters that run along the back of my thighs. The tingle rushing over my skin has more to do with the man in front of me than the cool air in the room.

  Settling deeper into his lap, I tug his mouth from my chest and angle it so I can capture his lips with mine. The groan that falls from his mouth arrows straight to my core, pounding out a beat of unbearable need. My hands fumble with his belt as he aggressively explores my mouth. When I pop the button loose and begin to lower his zipper, his hands catch mine.

  Looking down at him in confusion, I find him staring back up at me.

  “Let’s go to my room,” he whispers.

  I shake my head. “This happens here.”

  Shifting my body, he looks around me. His eyes widen when he notices how many people are standing around enjoying the show.

  “Ignore them,” I urge as my hands reach inside his now open jeans.

  “Everyone is watch—” A hiss takes
over his train of thought when my hand grips tight and strokes his length.

  Shifting so I’m hovering above him on my knees, I yank at his jeans and boxers. The slight lift of his hips telling me even though he may be a little gun shy, he’s not stopping this train.

  “My wallet’s back in my room. I don’t have a—”

  I produce a rubber from the little front pocket of my skirt.

  He beams up at me. “Always prepared?”

  “Always,” I answer. I don’t bother telling him I have a small packet of lube in the other pocket because dryness is not going to be an issue tonight.

  I snap it back when he reaches for it. “I got you.”

  Tearing the foil packet with my teeth, I situate it on the tip of his diamond-hard cock and roll it into place.

  “Take off your panties.”

  “Rip ‘em,” I say.

  “You sure?” he asks as his finger traces my wet pussy.

  My eyes roll up, but I manage a nod. The snap of the thin fabric is lost in the roar of the crowd. The bite of pain on my hip is a welcome sensation, and I find myself hoping it leaves a mark. I want this man to mark me, show me, if only for tonight, that I’m his to do with as he pleases. God, I've never felt this way during a job before. This man is danger with a capital D.

  I want rough and soft, tender and degrading. I want everything that he can give me.

  “Fuck me,” I beg, lining the head of his ready cock at my entrance.

  The scrape of his teeth on my jaw as I sink onto him transforms into a bite hard enough to make me yelp, another mark for me to caress tomorrow.

  “Take that dick,” someone hollers behind me.

  He tenses under me, and I’m afraid he’s going to stop what’s happening, or worse go soft and turn this situation into an epic fail moment.

  Clasping his cheeks in my hands, I rise up and lower again. His eyelids lower, lips part half an inch, and I know he’s still with me. I moan when he lifts his hips from the sofa and thrusts deeper. Pleasure builds quicker than it ever has before. Even with the group of drunk frat guys cheering us on with lewd comments and commands on what I should be doing, I know this man is going to make me come.

  I’m fucking a stranger in front of dozens of party goers, and every one of them is about to hear what I sound like when I orgasm.