SOLO by Deborah Bladon

cock.
    "It's not that… I mean I want it inside of me here but not there." Her hand floats over her crotch before it lands on her lip.
    Correct me if I'm wrong. Fifteen minutes ago I was in a club with hundreds of women who would have my cock all the way down their throats by now and I have to pick the one who thinks it's revolting.  When did my sex life because so fucked up? When?
              "You can just put the tip in your mouth." I lift my limp, yet impressive, dick into my palm. I hold the head gingerly between my index finger and thumb and try to hypnotize Lucy with it. "Just try it."
    "No." She's on her feet again. "I can't do it. It's disgusting."
    Limp dick, I'd like to introduce you to even softer cock. Can this get any worse?
    "I'm a virgin," she blurts out at the top of her lungs.
    Christ, I am living in a fucking nightmare right now.
    "You're a virgin?" I bark at her. "You're a fucking virgin?"
    She tries to cross her arms over her chest but her ridiculously oversized, rock hard tits are in the way. "I came here to have sex."
    "No." I stand up and brush past her. "You shouldn't be here having sex."
    "Why not?"
    I pull my boxer briefs on before doing up my pants. "I'm not the kind of guy you should be losing your virginity to. Don't you have a boyfriend?"
    She shakes her head. "I can't find one. I thought these would help."
    I don't know why I bother to look up but I do. Lucy's got her tits in her hands like they're two rockets about to launch into the universe. They are definitely locked and loaded.
    "You're not from New York, are you?" I'm trying here. I really am. I don't want to sound as completely pissed off as I do right now.
    She throws her lip into a pout. "I'm from Alaska."
    "Alaska?" I slip my suit jacket over my shoulders. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
    "I quit school. I want to be a model."
    Unless she's planning on being the after model for a boob job gone wrong, her modeling career isn't going to float regardless of how large her tits are. "A model?"
    "You even said I was pretty, Charlie."
    I feel a migraine coming on or a shitload of regret, but I'm going to say it regardless. "Give me your number, Lucy. I'll set you up with an interview with an agency."
    No. I'm not doing this because I think she has a shot in hell. I'm doing this so that she stops wasting her time chasing a dream that's never going to happen. If someone in authority, in the business, tells her it's not her golden ticket, she'll hopefully drag her ass back to Alaska and go back to school.
    "You're the best, Charlie."
    I don't have any time to react before she's on her feet with her arms wrapped around my neck. I'm standing in a hotel room, with a beautiful woman clinging to me and all I can think about is the way Libby Duncan looked in the elevator today.
     

Chapter 13
     
    Libby
     
    "How do you feel about sucking cock?"
    "I don't see that on the menu," I say before I look across the table at him. "What's in that? Pig?"
    He smirks and runs his fingers along the side of his cheek. "Me."
    I have to look away so he doesn't see the blush that runs over my face.  I don’t even know what I'm doing here. I picked up my phone at least ten times today bound and determined to call this dinner date off. I'm not even sure it's a date. I don't know what it is or what I'm doing here.
    "Have I told you that you look beautiful, Libby?"
    He's exaggerating. I look average. I'm wearing a black shift dress and black heels. I pinned my hair up because I ran out of time after rehearsal and I couldn't style it the way I wanted. If I had to judge by the smile on Alec's face when he picked me up to bring me to Axel NY, I'd say I look good. I'm not putting too much weight into that though. The sucking cock question was all the proof I need that he's still focused on one thing and one thing only.
    "You said that sex was off the table." I tap the table for good measure.
    "I didn't say talking about sex was off the table," he