My name is Surge. I am a sex guru to the stars. When female celebrities are in New York and they are feeling sexual frustrated I give them some relief and teach them how to find their deepest sexual fantasies. This is one story.
One Thursday afternoon:
"Surge it is bad. I am so wet and I have to be in Soho for a photo shoot in less than hour," screamed a panic stricken Heather Graham. She high tailed up to my place uptown because she needed some relief. When she gets really stressed I trained her to seek sexual gratification to relief the pressure and strain. Shit it is better than pills.
I opened the door to find her dressed in a tight purple and black Nike spandex sports top and an old pair of jeans that obviously didn't fit her. The button on the top was not fastened and the zipper barely made it half way up.
She walked in and dropped her purse on the floor. As she bent to grab it I notice her nice ass and the panties she chose today that were black thongs.
" Ok you have to help me Surge. I have a photo shoot in less than hour and I am so stressed out. Now when I am really stressed I get wet and horny, like you trained me. Now I need your relief! If you give me just -" she pleaded as she kicked off her pink Nikes and white puff bottom socks. Her feet were treated with a nice clear polish pedicure for the photo shoot.
"But this is not your scheduled time. I have another client due her in about 10 minutes." I interrupted
"10 minutes is fine. I need it now. PLEEEEEEEZe"
Heather stood up straight and brushed her long dirty blonde hair off over her shoulder and slowly with a deep breath in slid off her jeans. The black G- Strings wet with her juices were glistening off my high βhat lights. This hot little vixen was really stressed or in my case really horny.
"I need you Surge. I need the power of your Current to satisfy me." Heather stammered.