“I fucking hate this.”
Aria felt herself shiver, the cold air of the studio making her nipples slowly peak. She could feel every creep in the dingy studio watching her at once, like dogs eyeing a piece of meat. She certainly felt like one.
“Come on, just a few more hours, Ari! They’re paying us CRAZY money.” Sonata was as far removed from sympathy as possible, fondling herself and licking her lips as she gyrated for the “cameramen” Adagio had found for them.
“Bullshit,” Aria snarled. “These guys look like they’re ex-cons. They’re all fucking nasty.”
Looking past Aria’s pinched, bitter face, a wry smile twisted on Sonata’s. “Not all of them.”
Aria followed Sonata’s gaze, to the only man in the room that wasn’t shooting pictures. Nearly seven feet tall with long grey hair and grizzled features, rippling with sinewy muscle and scars, covered in ink depicting tales of monsters and Gothic horror stories, he seemed more like a wolf than a human being. “What? HIM?!! Are you kidding me?! He told me to suck his dick as a fucking greeting!”
Sonata’s grin widened. “Yeah…and I bet you wanna know what his dick tastes like, dontcha?”
Aria struggled to protest, mouth opening and closing as a blush spread like wildfire across her face. No, she DIDN’T want to suck his dick. She didn’t want to even see it, let alone feel it buried to the hilt in her guts…didn’t want to feel those tree trunk arms crushing her against his chest until she passed out from the pain…didn’t want to wonder if he could break her bones if he fucked her hard enough…
Aria gasped. A sudden spot of wet spread over her panties. She could feel the heat as she tried to cover up her sudden lapse…not helped when Sonata licked her neck as she stared into his coal black eyes.
“So why don’t you ask him? I’m sure he’d be cool letting me watch. <3