Drugs & Money

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I get a notification from Instagram:

thechristiananthony: hey, I'm throwing a party, you're welcomed to attend and invite your friends:)

yn.love: okay, thanks :)

Ooohhhh a party? I'm down.

I called my friends and most of them agreed to come. Those who didn't have to work. It was 6 P.M., so I better hurry. It starts at 8.

I rushed home and quickly found a cute dress. This is what I wore:

I quickly did my makeup, doing a Smokey eyeshadow look like this:

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I quickly did my makeup, doing a Smokey eyeshadow look like this:

Which took me half our for makeup, but I decided to curl my hair a little

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Which took me half our for makeup, but I decided to curl my hair a little. The time was now 7:36 and it was 30 minutes away. I put on some black heels and rushed out of my apartment, heading to the party. When I got there, I saw my friends, Ash, Kryne, Lyia, and Roselynn.

Y/n: "Oh my God, you guys look so pretty."

Roselynn: "Oh, Cmon! You're hot!"

Kryne: "I love your dress, Y/n."

Y/n: "Thanks, Kryne."

Ash: "Cmon, let's go party."

Lyia: "Alright!!"

We followed Ash inside to Christians house. Holy hell, it's massive. We walked around, trying to find the kitchen and we spotted him.

Y/n: "Hey, Christian!"

Christian: "Oh, hey there, Y/n! Good to see you!"

Y/n: "Yeah, you too. Thanks for inviting us, this is really cool." I said grabbing a cup, filling it with a bit of vodka and coke.

Christian: "Thank you! Make yourself at home, I'll be back to check on you guys." He smiled and left.

Ugh. He's pretty.

Christian is 25...he's in a band, which is cool. We live in Los Angeles, California, and I'm a 23 year old model. I became a model at 17, been here ever since.

Anyways, I walked around the house, with my cup in my hand, taking a sip. I see my friends following some guys upstairs, oh boy. I know they'll be fine. They're my friends, they would hurt someone if anything happened to any of us. As the night went on, I got a bit drunk and I sat down on the couch. I felt someone sit next to me.

Christian: "Hey, you doing alright, love?"

Y/n: "Yeah, I am, thanks." I slurred.

Christian: "Okay, when this party is over, you're staying here."

Y/n: "What-" before I could finish what I was saying, he left. Great.

-Skip by Phases-

The party is over, everyone is gone, but me. I waited for Christian outside by the pool. I heard a door slide open, then shut.

Christian: "Did you have fun?"

Y/n: "I did, actually, for once."

Christian: "Good." He said as he sat down.

It was silent for a couple of minutes. We stared out at the view of the city and he put his hand on my thigh. I put my hand on top of his and smiled.

Christian: "Cmon." He got up and reached for my hand.

I gladly took it and got up to follow him. We walked back inside and headed upstairs. We walked into a room, which I assume is his bedroom.

 We walked into a room, which I assume is his bedroom

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This was his room? Wow.

Y/n: "Damn, I wish I had this."

Christian: "Yeah, it took me some time to get it the way I want it to look."

I sat down on his bed and he walked over, standing in front of me. I had put my head down a bit, but he lifted my head up with his finger. He leaned down and kissed me. My God, he has such sweet lips. We started making out, but I leaned back onto his bed and he followed my motions. I grabbed ahold of the back of his head, gripping his hair. He started kissing down my neck, leaving a couple of marks. I moaned at the pleasure he was giving me as he left me love bites down on my chest. He moved down to the bottom of my dress.

Christian: "Are you okay with it, love?"

Y/n: "Yeah, I am." I slightly slurred.

He lifted up my dress and began kissing my thighs lightly, reaching towards my pussy. When he did, I couldn't stop moaning from how good is tongue feels. He started with my clit, which was the best part in my opinion. He tongue-fucked me for a good ten minutes and I couldn't hold in my moans.

Christian: "Mm, I love hearing your moans." He stopped to say.

Y/n: "Oh, please." I laughed.

Christian: "Alright, suit yourself." He got up.

Y/n: "Wait! No, please stay."

Christian: "Is that a beg I hear?"

Y/n: "Mhm." I showed my puppy eyes.

Christian: "Alright, love. I'll stay." He stood at the edge of the bed.

He unbuckled his pants and dropped them, including his boxers. He grabbed a condom, rolling it on himself.

Christian: "Are you sure? Let me know if I hurt you."

Y/n: "Yes, please just fuck me already Christian."

He went in slowly, which did hurt a bit, but I adjusted to him. He was definitely an 8 I'd say, like fuck, I'd imagine his dick was big but not like this.

-3 hours later-

We finally finished and holy fuck. He is good in bed. Wow.

Y/n: "Oh wow, you're...you're really good." I said panting.

Christian: "Thank you, love. You did amazing." He smiled at me with sweat dripping off his face.

Y/n: "Thanks." I kissed him once more.

Christian: "If you need to crash here, you're more than welcome to."

Y/n: "Thank you, Christian, I really do appreciate it."

Christian: "No problem, sweetheart. I'll be in the shower, if you need anything come knock."

Y/n: "Alright." He walked out of the room.

I changed into his pjs and fell asleep.

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