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  “Tonight’s theme is Welcome to the Jungle,” he says as if that explains everything. He holds out his hand. “I’m Hunter, Queen of this house.”

  “Cici,” I tell him even though he already knows my name. “There are peacocks in the jungle?”

  He chuckles, and his smile grows wider. “Just let it happen, sweetheart. Tell me you aren’t here for that.”

  I don’t even have to follow his teal-tipped finger. I know exactly who he’s pointing at. I don’t answer because it would be pointless. Joey has already set the cameras up, and both of them are pointing directly at the couch that is occupied by the Jake Wannabe.

  “Well, you definitely have a type,” he mutters and begins to walk away.

  “I don’t pick them!” I hiss after him, but he’s already disappeared into the crowd. “This sucks.”

  I turn back toward the couch. Wallace is occupied by some girl’s tit in his mouth, and as much as everyone is enjoying the show he’s putting on for free, I have a job to do. The sooner it’s done, the sooner I can go home and snuggle with my destructive puppy.

  I clear my throat as I walk up to the sofa. Neither one responds, and I pray that Wallace hasn’t been drinking. Pre-gaming, like what I just did with Joey, is the limit of what we’re allowed, and fucking someone in public is a bitch when they’re too drunk to come, or worse yet, fail to get it up.

  “That’s my dick you’re grinding on,” I say after the girl attached to Wallace’s mouth groans so loud everyone in the room turns to watch us.

  “Sorry, babe,” Wallace says after he releases her tit with a loud pop. He slaps her on the ass as she moves to climb off of his lap. “Find me after, and I’ll give you the ride of your life.”

  She giggles, clearly already intoxicated, and stands off to the side.

  “Hey, Cici,” he purrs as I step closer. He pats his lap. “Get that pretty kitty up here on my lap.”

  I try not to gag at the childish sentiment, but I realize my mistake when I lift my knee to climb closer to him. I’m wearing a cheetah print skirt. It’s the best I could come up with for the party’s theme.

  “I’ll make it purr like never before.”

  I bite back the chuckle, wondering if he’s really this stupid or if it’s just a show for the masses.

  “You don’t seem nervous at all,” I say leaning in to whisper in his ear as he clenches the cheeks of my ass in a rough grip.

  “This isn’t the first time I fucked in public,” he explains, lifting my skirt so the people around us can see my thong-covered ass. The cool air on my sensitive flesh makes a chill run up my spine. “It’s just the first time I’m getting paid for it.”

  His teeth capture the lobe of my ear, and another chill runs over my skin. I joined him on the couch, so sure I was going to just go through the motions of sleeping with him so I could collect my money. I can fake an orgasm with the best of them, but there’s a feeling in my lower belly right now as he flexes his hips against my clit that is telling me faking is not going to be an issue.

  Maybe it’s this house that makes sex so fucking good.

  Wallace pulls me from my thoughts as his warm mouth covers my tank-top shielded nipple. My head flexes back as his fingers tug on my long hair. Teeth nip at my neck from shoulder to ear as I work to open the button and zipper of his jeans.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

  I nod, the pull at my scalp heightening my desire.

  “That girl that just left told me I can fuck her ass.” I whimper when his teeth bite into my jaw. “Unless you let me fuck your ass?”

  “Not a chance,” I say softly on a moan. “But hard and fast sounds really good.”

  “You got it, doll,” he agrees.

  The next thing I know, my panties are ripped from my body, his cock is covered in latex, and I’m being impaled on his thick erection.

  “Jesus,” he groans. “Now, I know what all the fuss is about.”

  I roll my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from laughing out loud. I’ve slept with six guys since losing my virginity to some asshole at a party in high school, and no one has ever complained about how my body makes them feel. It was the compliments I received from guy number two that led me to SCP.

  “If you have an asset that will get you what you want, use it.” Those are my mother’s words, but I’m certain becoming a porn star wasn’t where her head was at when she said them when I was younger.

  I whimper, confused when my hair is pulled back. Both of Wallace’s hands are on me, one working my clit like an expert, the other pinching the nipple of my right breast.

  “You’re breaking the rules.” I nearly come at the familiar voice in my ear.

  “Dude,” Wallace says, only slightly annoyed. “We’re filming here.”

  Jake steps into my line of vision. Gorgeous as ever, his eyes narrow as I continue to bounce on Wallace’s cock.

  “Nothing to say?” Jake challenges. I shake my head, unable to form actual syllables. “Then I’ll fill your mouth until you can think of something.”

  I nearly collapse at the idea of riding one cock while another is fucking my throat. I’ve never had a threesome before, and damn if it doesn’t sound like absolute perfection. I look over my shoulder at Joey. I fucked up last week and can’t take the chance of doing it again. I wait, for what seems like forever as his fingers fly over the screen on his phone. He’s getting the okay from Vic. Jake’s cock is nudging my lips by the time Joey looks up and gives me the nod of approval I need.

  I all but swallow his dick a second later.

  “Fuck,” he grumbles when my teeth catch on the head in my eagerness.

  “Oh God damn,” Wallace mumbles as he watches my mouth work on Jake’s dick.

  Salty pre-cum coats the back of my throat, and I double my efforts to earn more.

  Wallace’s hand grips my breast even harder as he leans toward my ear. His proximity makes it difficult to devour Jake like I want to, but I know it looks great for the video.

  “Think he’ll let me suck it?” he pants in my ear.

  I growl around Jake’s cock just as he presses all the way in. Coughing, sputtering, and pulling back until he falls free, I glare at Wallace, pissed that he’d even ask. I know it’s not rational to get mad at a guy for wanting to pleasure Jake. I’d be the ultimate hypocrite since I’m sucking on one dick while riding another, but the jealousy is there nonetheless.

  “Not a chance, poser,” Jake warns when Wallace opens his mouth in Jake’s direction.

  “Worth a shot,” Wallace mumbles as his hands find my hips once again.

  He helps me bounce on his dick while Jake focuses on my mouth.

  “I’m coming,” Wallace moans as his fingers clench against my flesh.

  He throbs inside of me, pulsing his orgasm.

  “Vic’s gonna dock you for ruining the money shot,” I warn, but the satiated glow in Wallace’s eyes tells me he doesn’t even care.

  “Take a hike,” Jake says as he lifts me from Wallace’s lap. “You can’t even get her off.”

  “It was nice, though.” I give Wallace a sincere smile.

  My back hits the couch, and all I can do is grip Jake’s firm shoulders as he stares down at me.

  “Finding you in here on his cock—” He swallows hard, apparently angry, but that doesn’t keep his hand from working a rubber down his thick shaft. “I’m still going to fuck you.”

  I nod frantically.

  “I think it would be more of a punishment if I just kept my dick in your mouth.”

  I nearly lift off of the couch when he swipes the head of his cock over my throbbing clit.

  “Fuck her!” someone screams from the other side of the room.

  Jake jolts as if remembering for the first time since his dick came out of his pants that there are people watching us.

  “He should’ve made you come,” he insists as his cock nudges at my entrance.

  “Yes,” I moan, both in agreement and at t
he incredible way he feels sliding inside of me.

  “I’ve got you,” he assures me as his hips begin to pound out a rhythm matching the bass beat of the song echoing around the room.

  His fingers working my nipple through my tank-top and the flex of his hips are the only motion in his body. Every other muscle is rigid, making my climax climb ten times higher and faster than ever. His body is working, energy concentrated in only the exact spots required to send me over the edge.

  “Coming,” I barely huff before the muscles in my core grasp at him.

  “That’s for what he couldn’t give you,” he hisses in my ear. “Now this one is from me.”

  His hips work harder, thrusting faster, going deeper than I thought possible.

  “Jake.” I pant, my fingers digging into the t-shirt covering his shoulders. He didn’t even bother to take it off, much like his jeans I can feel digging into the back of my thighs. The fact that he was in such a rush to fuck that he didn’t have time to do anything but pull his cock out has me moaning again.

  I think it can’t get any better. Then his thumb is stroking my clit and I’m rocketing toward an orgasm I know is going to shatter me. Being the greedy slut that I am, I claw at him, legs flexing against his ass, urging him forward, begging him to give me more, until my body explodes and the room spins.

  I don’t even realize he’s pulled himself out of me until the warm spurts of his cum are coating my cheeks and lips. The crowd roars around me as I lick my lips, disappointed that so much of his orgasm was wasted on my face rather than my mouth.

  Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted from the sofa. I don’t bother arguing. At this moment, there’s no other place I’d rather be than floating on this cloud with him.

  Chapter 8

  Jake

  I can admit that pulling Cici off of that guy’s dick was hot as hell, but it doesn’t make the anger I feel over the exact same thing dissipate any, either.

  I take deep breaths as I cradle her in my arms, carrying her up to my room. Inhaling her honey and cum covered scent helps some. The fact that she’s nuzzling into my chest with her arms wrapped around me also eases some of the ire I feel.

  “I thought you were fired,” I mutter as I kick my bedroom door closed behind us.

  “I thought you wanted me to fuck only you?” she counters.

  “And that shit downstairs was what then?”

  I resist the urge to just dump her on my bed and opt to sit her in the chair against the wall instead.

  “I was waiting for you.” Her bottom lip rolls between her teeth. It’s sexy as fuck but isn’t enough to alter my train of thought. Her eyelashes bat against her cheeks when I don’t respond to her initial flirting. “Seriously. My boss thinks you and I will make a great team, but on the off chance you changed your mind, I wanted to at least get one last paycheck.”

  Reaching into her skirt, she produces her cell phone from a hidden inner pocket.

  “What do you say, handsome?” After pressing a few buttons on her phone, she holds it out for me. “Wanna fuck me some more?”

  My head automatically shakes to the negative, but my cock has other ideas. That traitorous bastard is thickening in my jeans at just the sight of her in my room.

  “Please?” My lips tingle at the sight of her pouty lip.

  Pass or play?

  Two hours ago, I was ready to do nothing but play. Two hours ago I was in the production manager’s office signing paperwork to do exactly that. Slimy bastard that he is, the man was incredibly excited at the idea of Cici and me fucking like rabbits at all the foreseeable parties. Apparently, the last video, even though it was pirated, has the female porn watching demographic begging for more of me. He assured me after I signed the paperwork this afternoon, officially joining the team, that Cici would get paid for the last party and our video would hit the website.

  “What’s in it for me?” I cross my arms over my chest, hating that she’s sitting there all perfect, smiling, and the flush of her orgasm still pink on her cheeks, like I’m a foregone conclusion.

  “This.” Her legs spread, the pink of her pussy glistens in the soft light of my table lamp.

  Fuck if that isn’t enough to have me agreeing with whatever she wants. The cash Vic guaranteed isn’t a bad part of the deal, either.

  “You gave that,” I point at her perfect snatch like it’s tainted, “to some random guy downstairs.”

  She snaps her legs closed. “He works for SCP. You,” she seethes, leaning forward, “were the random guy last weekend.”

  “I’ll admit,” I begin, “I do like the idea of fucking you again.”

  “Just sign right here.” She shakes the cell phone in between us again. “And I’m yours.”

  Narrowing my eyes, I know I’m going to give in, but I like the banter, so dragging this out is also on my agenda.

  “I’ll sign yours,” I tell her turning toward my dresser. I grab the thin stack of papers from the top and turn back in her direction. “After you sign mine.”

  The smile disappears immediately, and I almost cave and smile at the tick that has appeared in her jaw. “Sign what?”

  I don’t answer but hand the documents to her. She takes them but doesn’t pull her eyes from mine.

  “If this is some fucked up Dom/sub bullshit, you can go suck a dick. Getting tied up, gagged, and fucked in front of people isn’t my thing at all.”

  Those are the words that she uses, but the shiver that runs down her spine until it jolts the paperwork in her hands tells me she might be a little turned on at the idea.

  “It’s not a Dom/sub contract,” I assure her.

  She eyes me warily before dropping her gaze to her lap.

  “Foreseeable future? You’ve got to be nuts if you think I’m going to sign this. I can’t fuck only you forever. People will get tired of seeing just the two of us.”

  “Ten then,” I barter, knowing I started high because, even in the limited time I’ve spent with her, I knew she wasn’t going to agree on the length of time.

  “Ten what?”

  “The next ten times you fuck someone, you’ll be fucking me.”

  She shakes her head. “No way. That’s like until close to Thanksgiving. SCP does one video with me a week.”

  “I need to see you more than once a week,” I stipulate.

  “Why?” The confusion in her voice makes it clear she’s honestly perplexed as to why someone would want to see her more than once a week. I can’t tell her that I fuck two or three different girls a week already, and her agreeing to fuck only me goes both ways, and there’s no way I’m only fucking once a week. My balls wouldn’t survive the drought.

  I shrug. “I want to spend time with you.”

  Real fear runs through her eyes before she can stop it. “Is this some sort of Slut Rescue program?”

  I laugh, loving her wit.

  “Besides,” she says, “the videos go live like an hour after it’s filmed. Friday and Saturday night are the schedule. It’s what the fan base knows. Vic isn’t going to change it.”

  “Ten times,” I repeat.

  “Four,” she counters.

  That’s less than half. Doesn’t this girl know how negotiating works?

  “Six, final,” I say.

  “Fuck,” she mutters and looks back down at the documents in her hands. “Fine.”

  “If we’re only fucking once a week, I still want to hang out twice a week in addition.” Her head jerks back. “Just fucking you makes me feel dirty. My mother raised me better than that.”

  There are so many lies in that one sentence, I can’t keep them straight.

  She shakes her head so fast I’m afraid her neck is going to snap.

  “Dealbreaker,” I say and reach my hand out to take the papers back.

  “Once.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I’ll fuck you once a week, and we can hang out once a week.”

  I can tell by the look in her eyes that this i
s her final offer, and the thought of never sliding inside of her again is enough for me to agree to her original offer of four.

  Grabbing the pen off of my dresser I hand it over to her. “Deal, but I need you to fill in your real name at the top as well.”

  “Like it matters,” she mumbles but writes in her name anyways.

  After handing the contract back to me, she hands over her cell phone.

  “Your turn.” The pretty smile is back on her lips.

  “No can do,” I say and place the documents back on the counter.

  She’s out of the chair faster than I ever imagined she could move. “What the fuck do you mean ‘no can do’?”

  “I already signed the paperwork with Vic earlier.” For good measure, I lift the sleeve of my t-shirt so she can see the gauze and Band-Aid at the front bend of my elbow. “Blood test, too. I’m clean.”

  “Thank fuck,” she whispers low enough I know I’m not supposed to hear.

  I step closer to her. “We can fuck without condoms. Vic said you’re on the shot.”

  “You’ve lost your damn mind.” She takes two steps back.

  “He wants us to seem like a couple that gets off on fucking in public.”

  “We can do that with the rubbers,” she spits and reaches for the doorknob.

  Even though the party is just hitting its stride downstairs, I don’t want to go back down there. Up here, with her, is all I have on my mind right now.

  “Where are you going?” I touch her bicep but exert no force to make her stay.

  “Home,” she says without looking back. “I have cum in my hair.”

  I press myself against her back, once again smelling her amazing scent, now combined with mine. I could fucking eat her alive. “I have a shower. Get cleaned up here. We can watch a movie after.”

  Expecting her to argue, I’m actually floored when she turns around and smiles up at me.

  “Can I borrow some clothes?”

  I’m stunned. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

  Chapter 9

  Randi

  “Stupid,” I hiss at my reflection in the mirror after swiping my hand over it to remove the condensation.