womanly curves in just the right places, perfect tits that spill ever-so-slightly out of the shirt she is wearing, and one hell of a long set of legs. My mind wanders to how those legs would feel wrapped around my waist while my hard cock drives deep into her.
Fuck Me Barbie walks into her dressing room and slams the door in what I can only assume is anger at my denial of her special request. Some guys might be into barely-legal jail bait, but I prefer a woman who knows what to do with a dick. I lean next to the dressing room door and mutter a silent prayer that Barbie doesn’t take nearly as long to get cleaned up than she does for getting ready for a show. Her four hours of prep and war painting was a little much to sit and watch. I hear a sigh before Michelle leans against the dressing room wall next to me.
“Long night, Michelle?” I inquire. Her chest heaves a deep breath making those perfect tits of hers nearly pop from her tight shirt.
“You have no idea. Cassidy is one of the toughest clients I’ve ever worked with.”
“I don’t know how you deal with little shits like her.”
Michelle quietly laughs while shaking her head at my response. “Trust me, if the money wasn’t this good, I’d be back in Tennessee babysitting geriatric country music stars, but that doesn’t pay my kid’s college tuition.”
“Damn, I wouldn’t have pegged you for having a kid in college.”
Michelle’s tits jiggle as she laughs. “A one-night stand my freshman year of college turned me into a single mom. Been working since the day my son was born to make sure his life was a hell of a lot better than mine. Billy’s a smart kid, and I don’t want him to waste those brains of his. He’s pre-med at the University of Tennessee.”
“Sounds like a smart kid with a hard working mom. I bet you don’t get a lot of downtime.”
“You can say that again. The only downtime I get is when Cassidy holes herself up in a hotel room with the latest fuck of the week. You’d think she had a golden pussy with all the guys that hang around her hoping for a taste. It’s a pain in the ass when she gets caught by the paparazzi. I don’t know how many more times I can use the excuse of a late night rehearsal to the press anymore. I wish she’d just let the cat of the bag so I could get some sleep sometime.”
“Ha,” I exclaim. “I could see that she’s not this little innocent thing from a mile away. I don’t know who she thinks she’s fooling with the act.”
Banging and yelling comes from Barbie’s dressing room, drawing our attention back to the door. Michelle leans over and cracks the door just when Barbie’s naked ass flashes through the open space. Barbie needs to eat a fucking burger or something because that boney ass of hers would torture anyone who fucks her. I don’t get this skinny as a rail shit that I keep seeing on the women we protect. It’s not sexy at all to plow a twig that could snap if a big gust of wind blew.
Michelle quickly slams the door just before Barbie throws something and screams obscenities at her. That bitch needs a fucking time out. I start toward the door, but Michelle’s small hands land on my forearm, stopping me from reaching the door knob.
“Raze, it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. Just let it go.”
Michelle’s eyes fall to the ground as the rampage continues inside the room. “What the fuck set her off?” I ask Michelle, watching as her entire demure changes with Fuck Me Barbie’s tantrum. Even if I had wanted to fuck her when she offered, my dick would have retreated back inside with her childish behavior. I’d have taken a belt to her ass if I had to deal with her mouth on a regular basis. Turning away from the door, I walk in front of Michelle and lean over her luscious body with my arm resting on the wall beside her head.
“She came on to you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah, I shut that shit down quick. I wouldn’t fuck her with someone else’s dick even if