Call Girl Maria
Julianne Hough was paying for yet another new pair of shoes, this time she'd chosen strappy, sexy platform sandals which would show off her pretty feet and define the muscles of her shapely legs she'd worked so hard to achieve. Of course, being a professional dancer helped, too. As she took the black American Express card out of her clutch (belonging to Maria Menounos) and handed it to the cashier, her phone signaled that she was receiving a text.
Once outside, the sexy blonde leaned against the convertible she was driving (also registered to Maria) and wrestled the device from her tiny (and expensive) purse. The message read simply 'All finished. Come get your whore'. She smiled.
After placing the box containing her new $800 shoes on the passenger side floor, Julianne fired up the high-performance engine and headed out into traffic. Van Nuys wasn't that far, although she didn't travel there very often. It had the reputation of being the unofficial center of the porn industry, which now seemed fitting to her. Thinking about the $15,000 deposited into her bank account earlier that morning made her pussy tingle.
Twenty minutes later the DWTS alum was pulling into the entrance of The Starlight Inn. She'd chosen it because it was close, clean and cheap. Once parked, Julianne found the room she'd booked and let herself in with the duplicate key card that had been issued. She was immediately assaulted by the strong, bleachy smell of semen, followed by notes of ass and cunt.
Although it was afternoon and bright and sunny, once Julianne closed the door the room became dark, illuminated only by the two night table lamps on either side of the queen size bed. There was one large window on the same wall as the door which faced the parking lot. The shade was pulled all the way down and the utilitarian curtains drawn tight.
Maria Menounos was lying naked on the bed in the fetal position. All the sheets and blankets were in disarray bunched underneath her and scattered around the floor. Beer cans and empty liquor bottles decorated the tops of the furniture along with unopened packets of condoms. Julianne reached down and gently tapped the 44-year-old on her hip, being careful not to touch any of the spent man goo that was flowing thickly from both of her overused holes. "Maria?" the blue-eyed dancer whispered. "It's time to go home."
The former red-carpet correspondent slowly (and painfully) rolled onto her back and tried to look up at the pretty blonde but could only manage to partially open one eye. Her beautiful face had been spackled several times with ejaculate that was now drying into a crusty glaze. Her wavy brown hair was also matted and clumped, hanging in spidery tentacles about her neck. She did manage a partial smile, her tongue and lips still slippery with the jizz she'd been forced to swallow. "Did I do okay?" she managed to mumble.
"You got 5 stars from each" encouraged Julianne. There had been three of them.
