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Club Fucker 5 - McKayla Maroney
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Bukake
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The music was pounding when McKayla finally walked into the club. She had been sitting in her car shivering with nerves for several minutes but had to drag herself out of the car so that she made the appointment. It would not be a good start if she turned up late. Regardless of her nerves, McKayla knew she had to go through with her plan now she was here.
The meeting with Carston Graves had been set up by her friend Ariana Grande, she credited Carston from helping her move from Disney to the mainstream. She did advise the former gymnast to be careful, he was known to have certain tastes and demands. Ariana had admitted having to go down on him several times but she could not stand it due to his size. That didn't deter McKayla.
She had dressed to impress him, red velvet mini-dress, black bra and thong and fishnet stockings. Due to her career as a gymnast, McKayla had toned legs and she loved to show them off. Her get up had been paired with a pair of 7 inch heels, helping boost her 5 foot 3 height to a more noticeable level. Being short helped in gymnastics but didn't do much in singing arena, everyone was looking for the next Taylor Swift. McKayla wasn't sure if her and Ariana put together would be taller than the blonde.
McKayla was escorted by a large black bodyguard as soon as she entered the club to ensure she got to Carston very quickly., The place was full and looked very intimidating for to the privileged girl. The tall man knocked on the door and a deep voice commanded them to enter. The bodyguard was a gentleman and he held the door open for McKayla. She couldn't help but brush up against him as she entered the room and could feel the bulge in his pants. To her surprise, he closed the door and stood in front of it. This wasn't going to be the private meeting as there was another man sat opposite Carston.
Carston Graves was a tall man, about 6 foot 3, and towered over McKayla as much as the bodyguard. His outrageous style was obvious by the purple suit he wore, a bit reminiscent of David Tennant in 'Jessica Jones'. He approached McKayla and kissed her on the cheek as he shook her hand. McKayla was motioned to sit down and he poured two glasses of scotch for them to drink.
"Oh, I didn't think we would be drinking." McKayla said
"You'll need it." Carston said before pulling something out of his desk.
McKayla felt a bit awkward at the silence in the room as Carston read his notes. She attempted to study his face but it wasn't showing anything that she could read. He eventually put the paper down and looked at the girl.
"So Arianna sent me your demo and asked me to work with you. Now I'm not going to lie to you McKayla, I've got plenty of other girls with more talent who want me to produce for them. Why should I pick you?"
"I thought it was pretty much a done deal."
"Why would you think that?" Carston asked with quizzical look on his face.
"Well... the way Arianna was talking... she..."
McKayla stopped short as Carston held his hand up. He rose from his chair and walked over to the two sided window that overlooked the club floor. He motioned for McKayla to join him and the two looked over the busy club. There were numerous people dancing, a fight that was quickly stopped and plenty of people hooking up in the VIP area.
"I took a long time to build this club up, when I took it over it was a shit hole. Shootings every week, a toilet area known as rape alley and the lights barely turned on. Fifteen years later, look at it. Much improved, don't you think?"
McKayla nodded her head.
"On that bar top, I fucked Bella Thorne and then her sister. In the DJ box I fucked Kylie Jenner. VIP area I had a very drunk Letitia Wright. And this office, I ass fucked Ariana, Victoria Justice and the blonde one, whatever the fuck her name is. I took this meeting as a favour to Ariana but if you want me to produce your drivel and turn it into a hit, you gotta prove you're as worthy as those names."
"I can do whatever you need me to. Ariana has told me some of the stuff she did and what I might have to do and I still came." McKayla said as she looked at the producer.
He gave a gruff laugh before walking back to his desk with McKayla quickly in his wake. He stopped at the front of the desk and leaned back to look at the former gymnast. He was impressed by how she was dressed, Ariana must have told her about his weakness for fishnets and heels. McKayla walked seductively across the room for Carston, she knew there were two other men staying silent and just watching but she only had eyes for him.
"If you are willing to do whatever is needed, lose the dress."
"Are they leaving us on our own?" she tried to say powerfully.
"Lose the dress." he replied solemnly.
McKayla bit her lip as she looked at Carston. She knew it was likely the dress would be lost but she had expected to be alone with the man in front of her. She cockily thought she would have more power in negotiation than she did. McKayla took a moment before sliding the dress straps over her shoulders and moving it down onto the floor. Carston looked over her lingerie clad body and smiled, McKayla had an excellent body and it was even better with it being in front of him rather than on Instagram.