Can she a good fuck or tribbing...?

Kate woke up with a thundering heart and a banging head.

The news Gabby fed her with made her restless. Her father needed a full operation which bordered on millions of dollars and here is she, aiming to reject an a good offer; practically her only means of making money that they'll run the operation with.

Fuck decency and dignity and shit! Kate finalized she’s taking the job. Getting up from the bed , she ran over her morning routine and dressed to rush back to Brazzers. She just hopes it’s not too late even though it’s been only hours she was given the contract form.

Kate ran her eyes through the rules again.

If it’s to fuck different people and earn money she’ll do it. After all she’s not a prostitute. She’s still an actress but one thing Kate concluded inwardly was to keep this away from her family.

She picked the same bag she went out with yesterday; though she’s wearing just the same plaid skirt but a different shirt. Donning same shoes, she barrelled out of her hotel room.

Just stepping away from the elevator, she reached the counter in long strides and handed over her key card.

“Hi…” She greeted the outgoing receptionist from before and the girl responded with a grin.

“Off to work?” She probed. She studied Kate’s dress and from what she’s seeing, Kate’s wearing just same skirt from yesterday. Poor girl. The receptionist muttered while still plastering her signature smile on her face.

“Yes…we were asked to come.” Kate yells at her. She whirled on her heels and started to prance away after bidding a goodbye to the receptionist.

Once out, the clear sky décor with the mild morning sun beamed at Kate. She searched the wads of cash remaining in her bag and figures it’s barely twenty dollar. With a sigh, she decided to half-walk and halt-board a transit to Brazzers.

At that, she started walking to the bus station. The buzzing street and sun adds to the sweat sprouting on her skin. Hell! She’s going to be drenched before arriving at Brazzers.

She successfully shove into the bus that dropped by the bus station and they began heading to the bus stop nearest to Brazzers building. Again, Kate got off the car and finished the remaining distance on foot.

Running out of breath with rivulets of sweat drifting from her pores, Kate held onto a black SVU parked in front of the building while trying to gulp in breath and steady her air-flow.

***

Arriving just now, Aiden parked his SUV in front of Brazzers, making a short intro video for their scenes today with his cell. Suddenly, he felt someone lean against his car, panting. He couldn’t see the person’s face and he doesn’t care to see it anyway.

He just watched the weird girl wheezing for gulps of air, her hand clutched to her chest. The window is tinted and that means the girl from the other side won’t know there’s someone inside the car.

After steadying her breath, she straightened and adjusted her dress before shakily, weakly walked into the foyer of Brazzers.

“What kinda of a bird is that?” Aiden asked himself, referring to Kate as a bird like they did back in Scotland. To him, the girl doesn’t worth working in their company. Can she withstand a good fuck?

Obviously, she can’t. Not with that slender waist and shaking features. If she’s coming for interview, Alex better gauge her well.

She can’t withstand hardcore tribbing let alone two monster cocks like his and Alex’s. Aiden muttered inwardly, focusing his attention to the video he was making.

Just right when he finished the video, he wanted to put his phone stand into the console. Flicking the lid up, Aiden’s eyes landed on the stranger’s I.D.

“Fuck!!” He cuss, surprised at how the I.D landed into his console. Mike…Michael must have had his way with him. At that realization, Aiden snarled like a feral dog.

Gnashing his teeth, he pinged Mike in a call. “How could you, traitor!” He roared.

As if sensing the reason behind Aiden’s outburst, Mike brushed into a gale of laughter that all but irritated Aiden the fuck off.

He sent his fingers through his hair, tousling the neatly packed hair. He doesn’t find any shit funny. Not at all. How the fuck does Mike expect him to mellow himself to the extent of returning an ID to a fucking stranger that didn’t realized she made a mistake last night?

Remembering he once said sorry made Aiden cringe. He knotted his fingers in utter rage. How could he have said sorry to such a fucker.

Let’s get something straight, Aiden never makes mistakes. Never at all. People can make mistakes but never Aiden.

He's perfect in his own way. So don’t ever step into his space and tell him that he made a fucking mistake.

As that thought rove through his mind, Mike says. “Told you bro, you made a mistake.”

“Fuck!” Aiden pounded his fist against the wheel, inadvertently honking the horn that drew people’s attention to his damn car. Thankfully, the glass is tinted. No passerby will know who’s in the car.

Mike is intentionally provoking him with that damn statement and Aiden is tired as hell of reminding Mike that he makes no mistakes, especially in this case but the dude chose not to listen.

Fucker! Aiden yelled inwardly, sliding the tips of his thumb and index finger across the corner of his mouth.

“C’mon bro. It costs nothing to be nice.” Mile taunted. He’d love to see the look clouding Aiden’s face. He'd love it as fuck.

“Listen, I’m tired of sounding this as a note of warming to your fucking ass, I don’t make mistakes.” He said, his voice dropped an octave. He could hear Mike snickering and this flared his inside with anger.

He crunched his fist again, bones cracking at the process.

“Fine, accepted.” Mike yelled, mock-laughing. “Yeah, a king makes no hella mistakes. So yeah, I accept , dude. Agreed?” He asked but Aiden snorted.

“You should come take this shit back, I’m dead serious.” He warned, but the other side went silent. “The fuck Mike? You ain’t speaking again, no?” He growled but Mike ignored him.

Vent! Aiden wanted somewhere to fucking vent and vent until the anger receded. It’s senseless getting worked up because he’s asked to return a mere ID but to Aiden it’s a herculean task. Okay…what if the chick in question is not a fan girl? He thought.

Aiden tried to recollect the face of the person but hell, he can’t even so much as remember her hair color. He offered a guttural grunt.

“Aiden, listen. I'd love to return that to the chick but right now, my hands and legs and shits are tied. So do help me. I promise to treat you with booze tonight. In for clubbing?” Mike teased, trying to placate Aiden as if he's a toddler that was slammed by his parents and is getting placated.

He rolled his eyes. Clubbing doesn’t sound bad. It’s been a while the three of them haven’t been to club together.

“Fine, asshole.” He finally relented, dropping the ID back into the console.

“That’s it, man. Go make daddyyyy….proud.” Mike teased, earning a snort from Aiden.

They hung up the call with Aiden still looking for where to release his anger.

“Will make sure the bitch gets an earful from me today.” He hissed, fluttering his car open. He stumbled into the beaming sun. The employees of Brazzers are streaming into the building, going for their shoot.

Aiden equally has a shoot now , so that’s his best way of venting.

Sex in front of the camera will help relax his strained muscles. With that, he starts heading to his doctor’s office for quick check up and hormone-inducing drug.