My concentration shot directly into my panties, my damp cunt literally overflowing with juices. It was a wonder Mr. Gallagher didn't actually squirt on those erect nipples of mine. My tits bounced out of the white bra I wore with such fury, it looked like an attack on his penis.
He looked at my resumé, nodding.
"Come on," I thought to myself. "Look up at me. After what Josh told me, I have to find out. I have wanted your cock for so long."
Without looking at me, he leafed through the pictures I gave him, one by one. For every photo, he raised his eyebrows a bit higher and nodded more ferociously. Finally, when that seventh picture landed on his desk, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Not once did he actually react to the horny slut that was sitting here and hoping to unzip his fly.
"Where did you say these pictures were taken?"
I tried to concentrate, my voice shaky and nervous.
"Uhmm, in L.A. A female photographer named Jessie Barnaby took them. A friend recommended me to contact her. Jessie finally consented to take the pictures after I showed her my portfolio from Wet Dream."
Mr. Gallagher uttered a surprised gasp.
"Our rival."
"Yes."
"Very good, indeed. You make love to the camera, Pamela. You will certainly raise a few cocks. If you don't mind me saying so."
I smiled. "No problem. No problem at all."
After contemplating my next sentence, I stuttered for a bit, grinning from ear to ear, thinking if I really should be sos bold to say what I was going to say.
"After all, that is what I am in this business to do."
He smiled, still looking at the photos.
"You are in this business to do what, Pamela?"
"I am in this business to raise a few cocks."
Come on, man, I thought, this just has to wake you up.
Still not looking up, his eyeballs focused on the nude pics of mine, he continued: "What surprised me was to that you called me at all, with you speaking to Josh and all."
I gave him an ambiguous smile.
"Well, Josh told me you were well endowed."
Now, for the first time, he looked up at me.
It was a look of awe.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am a glamour model for men's magazines, Mr. Gallagher," I said. "One that has never fucked before the lense. Off the lense, I fuck all the time. I mean, I have had so many men fuck me..."
I paused, laughing.
Mr. Gallagher chuckled. "What?"
"Well, I fuck around so much that my girlfriends all call me Rocket Pussy, the vehicle that needs male fuel."
Mr. Gallagher giggled, again. Now, his lips were beginning to dampen. They started to look like my pussy, red and wet. I knew now, that I desperately needed to suck that cock.
I just had to give him a blowjob.
Especially since Josh told me that the guy was gay.
"What made you come here with this portfolio, Pamela?"
I shifted in my seat, looking right and left, searching for some corner to crawl into. I knew that I needed to say this, but I had no idea how. It was strange. A girl like me, taking off her clothes for thousands of men and now embarassed to her tits.
Then, I just decided to say it. No mercy.
I took a long look at him and smiled, now very much tongue-in-cheek.
"I wanna find out," I responded. "I came here to find out if your dick is as huge as they say it is. Josh told me you were gay. I couldn't believe that. If you are, I wanna convert you. I mean you can't be, being the editor of this magazine."
I paused, waiting.
"Can you?"
The editor of Great Gazongas sat back in his leather chair, putting his tongue firmly into his cheek, stroking his black chest hair with the finger wearing a golden ring.
"I met you at so many parties," I continued. "I went into so many back rooms and fucked so many guys. But actually, I only wanted you. Your..."
