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crotch. "Are you a good fuck?"
    I smiled weakly. The truth was, I was no demon in the sack. Sure, I could do all the basics, but I usually had to fake an orgasm and I had no special tricks. With a sinking feeling, I realized my cover was about to be blown. As soon as he got me into bed, Parkin was going to realize that I didn't know what I was doing. I was a fool to think I could pull this off. Hell, I was still learning the missionary position; the one time I'd gone on top with my fiance, I'd seen the boredom in his eyes. The truth was: I was little more than functional when it came to sex, and Parkin would be expecting some kind of miracle-worker.
    "Fifty minutes," Parkin said, glancing at his watch. "Hardly ideal, but we can call this an audition." He stood up and walked toward the bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. Reaching the door, he turned to me, and his shirt fell open to reveal a tight, tanned chest with well-defined muscles. He had the body of a man with both the time and the money to keep himself in great shape, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run my hands over his skin and press my bare breasts against his chest. "What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Time's running out."
    "Nothing," I said, "I'm not waiting for anything!." I took a deep breath and walked after him, stepping over my discarded clothes along the way. With every step, I considered turning and running, but somehow I kept going. I could see the bed through the doorway, neatly made and ready for us.
    Once we were in the bedroom, I watched as Parkin undressed. He had an amazing body, defined and toned in all the right places. It still felt strange, though, to think that in a few minutes he and I - complete strangers - would be on the bed together, getting intimate... touching each other, playing with each other's bodies, fondling and pleasuring each other and learning how to give each other what we wanted, and witnessing each other in moments of pure ecstasy. I'd normally need at least two white wine spritzers before getting to this point.
    "Forty-five minutes," Parkin said, turning to me, completely naked and with his large, hard penis pointing straight up at me. "We need to get going. I'm not the kind of man who believes in wasting time."
    I nodded, moving over to the bed. I could feel Parkin's eyes on me. He was watching, waiting to see how I'd start. He was probably expecting a performance. The truth is, I had no idea what to do. Was there some kind of special hooker trick that they all knew, and without which I'd be hopelessly exposed? I'd never been in a position like this before. My instinct was just to get on my back and open my legs, but perhaps he wanted something else? Perhaps he wanted foreplay, or oral, or something else? I had never, in my entire life, felt so hopelessly inexperienced. How the hell did I ever expect to convince this guy that I was some kind of seasoned expert at this kind of thing?
    "So..." I said, trying to come up with an idea, "what do you want to do first?"
    "I want you to suck my cock," he said bluntly, "and I want you to understand that you have to do exactly what I say, when I say, and any disobedience will result in you getting kicked out of here without your money. Do you understand?"
    I paused. Sure, I understood, and part of me was relieved at the thought that I wouldn't have to be the one coming up with ideas. Following orders felt infinitely easier than having to come up with my own ideas. Part of me, though, was a little shocked at how firm he was being. It was like he was having sex with me, but I was just there to function as a kind of prop, and there was certainly no danger that I might end up misconstruing this encounter as something more passionate. "Do you want me to -" I started to say.
    "I told you what I want you to do," he replied. "Another thing is that I don't want to have to repeat stuff. Ever since you got into my car, I've had to repeat almost everything I