Two Lone Artists (Male Character x 100T Girls and more)

Miss Brooke Ashley (Smut)

Now over the awkward period in her car, you and Rae go back to your usual conversing. You ask about the org, interested to learn about your potential experiences to be.

She tells you all about the facilities, the perks, and the fame. But she doesn't leave out the negatives. She's sure to tell you of the long meetings, constant photoshoots, and the rather questionable rev share.

Even as the owner, she holds nothing back. You appreciate that. You feel excited about your potential future with the company.

Time goes by, you two decide to just head to her house and chill. Though it wasn't long until she was called in for one of those meetings she spoke of.

This was the second time now that you found yourself alone at an influencer home. It was flattering that they had trusted you with said privilege, but you found yourself bored pretty quick.

That was until you received a message on your phone.

Ding, the notification rings.

"Hey, it's Brooke xx"

"Hi, care if I ask how everyone keeps getting my number?"

"Matt sent it to us all Incase we needed your photography expertise or whatever"

Atleast that made sense.

"Oh, fair enough. Anyways, whatchu up to?"

"Laying in my bed, all alone. Hbu? xx"

"Nothing really, sorta bored. Might start messing with my camera a bit"

She starts typing, but there's a slight delay before her next response.

"Come be bored with me and let's put that camera to work ;)"

Oh shit. She doesn't mean what you think she means? Though, she responds again like she was reading your mind.

"Let's make a movie tonight. Come fuck me babyy xx"

Oh shit. You feel flustered, your cheeks feel warm. She texts you her address and you immediately book an Uber.

The Uber arrives quicker than normal, you of course have no complaints.

Your mind wanders during the ride, filled with thoughts of Brooke's body. Her gifted physique, her lovely ass. You can't stop thinking of her.

Your active mind makes the ride feel like a lifetime, but eventually, you arrive.

The walk up to her front door was also quite slow, each step your heart began to beat harder and harder. Over the past two days, you had kissed and danced with multiple influencers that you had previously followed closely, but now you would be having sex with Brooke, a woman you had an unabashed attraction for.

You knock once, and then twice. You receive a text message, "I'm in my room, come in..."

Once again, an unlocked door. You definitely needed to alert her on it, but you had your mind on something else for now.

You made way down a short hallway and slowly opened a tall, white door, leading into her bedroom.

Inside, Brooke laid on her bed, wearing only a black lace bra and matching bottoms. She raises a finger, motioning for you to climb atop of her.