Sexcapades - C-list Celebrity
This story starts like all good sexy ones do. Cruisers are flowing, vapes are fully charged and we know tonight is going to be a goodie!
For privacy reasons, I can't name who’s concert we were attending. I’d label them as maybe a C-list celebrity. Not a household name, but I'd think the student population would have an idea of them if I mentioned their name. That might be a hint to where this story leads.
Anyways we pull up to the concert fashionably late. By this time there’s only two songs left, but anyways we get a boogie on, and by god is the man performing a sexy hunk. He might be the definition of tall, dark and handsome and I wasn’t leaving this gig without at least shooting my shot. At the end of the concert me and my gal boost to the front of the concert, I can see him preparing to walk off when I do what any horny individual would do in that situation. I pull up my shirt with one hand, and flash my snapcode at him with the other. As men are primal animals, he sees titty and starts beelining it to my phone. Snap secured.
The next few hours feel like a fever dream. My pussy was throbbing at the thought of getting a snap from a macho man. And would you believe it, at 3am I receive the godsent message asking me to come over. The trusty tit flash had worked.
The story goes as you expect. I go over, we fuck, he’s average, I hastily leave at an ungodly hour of the morning. I always do this. I build up a huge expectation only to be left unsatisfied. Grr.
Anyways I’m carrying on with my Sunday morning routine of eating 6x Maccas hash browns when I receive a snapchat call. To my surprise it isn’t the small-dicked superstar, instead it's his agent.
“I need you to go buy a morning after pill, and video yourself taking it.”
At first I was in complete shock. I was on the pill, second of all, that shits expensive and by no means would I video myself doing so. I explained this to him, but he wasn’t having it. I could see him growing in anger, his sweaty forehead moved closer to the camera as he got louder and louder.
“Take the fucking pill, video it going down your throat and I’ll pay you.”
Now, your girl didn’t go out intending to make a bag, but rent was due, and I needed some quick dosh. I proceed to go to the nearest pharmacy, shell out the cash and video myself taking the pill. A day later $5000 was transferred to my bank account.
Moral of the story, flash your tits.