Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER TWO:

“Mike, fuck your an asshole!”

He is laughing his ass off as we're walking to his driver. My experience at the airport wasn't unnoticed as phones caught the spectacle.

Between almost getting arrested, my lawyer and my own security clean up. I had to pay big bucks to multiple wannabe paparazzi vultures. Capture their videos before social media gets the incident. 

One kid had the fucking nerve to request Mike or no deal. So, my fucking humiliation gave Mike more ammo to my long list of bullshit! As my damn Bestie, he showed up in an emergency and now I owe him. 

BIG TIME!

“Damn, Phil, your nuts got one rub, and you exploded out of the wrong hole!” he laughs.

“Fuck you, Man! Let me knee you in the nuts and not puke!”

He's still smirking through his teeth, and I want to punch his smug face. It's worth millions, so I sucked it up. 

“Aaawww…you want me to pay for someone to rub your feelings.” he coos.

I flipped him off. 

He shakes his head as the driver opens the door. He gets into the black SUV and rolls down the window. Always the star, he poses like it's for a magazine shoot, tapping the outside of the door. He's got the new buzz cut going for him, a square jaw, and a panty drop smile.

The MUSIC STAR!

His white teeth flash.

“Yesenia said it starts at 6:30pm. No wise cracks about her new pieces.”

I step forward, shuffling my feet. I'm posed like a Male Model with my palms out. I even put my left hand into my suit pocket, lifting an eyebrow with innocent eyes. 

“Your old knees must be tired, Mike. Never knew you to be so pussy whipped.”

I fake cracked a whip.

He fists an imaginary cock pumping it up and down. “Shit, I get more dick play now than I ever have. Your nuts couldn't hang!”

I laughed. 

My finger flipped towards him as I waved him off. Mike's a dick, but he's my dick in a sex-less way. My balls have already been deflated, I don't need another round to play.

Finally, home, I'm in my bedroom getting ready. My body is fresh from all the bullshit from earlier. I stare into my reflection in the large mirror as I straighten my black tie. I know it's a gallery opening, but I got to be on my game. 

Plus, Yesenia gets on me for being to business when I can be casual. Were among mostly friends she claims. So, I improvised. My jeans with a black suit jacket. 

You never know who I entertain. 

My hazel eyes center on my outfit before running my fingers into my messy, undercut dirty blonde hair. I'm a corn-fed white boy inked in tattoos, but hides my labored physique under Canali and Versace. A large, tall man thanks to my upbringing and told I'm heavy on the eyes.

I'm fixing my Rolex. The ink on my wrist cuts off by slipping back the cuff of my sleeve. I turn my head to stare out past the window. The view from my large estate is breathtaking beyond the hills of the sunset. I take pride in my achievements  and spare no expense on my decor home, a mansion if we count nine bedrooms. Too bad I hardly spend quality time here when I'm too busy on the road.  

My thoughts creep back on the thick chick. Her blue eyes and winged liner. Our connection as I palmed her ass.

Fuck!

I've never felt curves like that!

My cock throbs again. I rearranged the bulge, plus he got enough action in the shower. My palm stroked to my fingertips for that voluptuous thick body. Blue eyes, deep ass cheeks, and natural big breasts! 

Pure fucking temptation!

Before she nailed me in the nuts, I had her body all up on me. The chemistry was there, and I wish I could have spread her wide on that carousel. Coated her thick thighs with my fingertips while I stroked into her heat.

Pure fucking chemistry.

I'm a model fetish man. In my industry, that's all I need. I'm not proud. I only look at the package to further my attention. They say men are visual beings. I couldn't agree more! I demand a tight fit. 

Everything is firm to be admired.

Says the BILLIONS of people who “Like” social media. 

Status!

At one point, I was normal, a newly wed to young love. Married my high school sweetheart in a small town. Country style.  Then I met Mike at a bar two hours away. As he played, I captured images of a new life. 

Freedom. 

When we spoke, I offered my services for free. I was dedicating all my time and energy until we started getting big paying gigs. Money and status are everything in our field! Then, a record label and high-profile women. I was weak for the first Supermodel, who passed me her number. 

My wife was a beautiful person, a little timid, who I just didn't have the strength to stay true to. It was probably for the best since she's happily married to a Dude Rancher with four kids now. I heard their place is quite popular with Kids Programs. Memories of us holding hands under our tree looking beyond the stars. She told me about her dream to start kids' programs. It was also the night we both lost our virginity together. 

Then I tried again, married to this size two model, a status thing. The attraction was on fire, but her personality was shit. She was so demanding and young. Just arm candy and hot sex. I was sprung, believing she wanted the same values as me eventually. She's now married to another model somewhere traveling around Europe.

I've never trusted myself to be weak again!