Chapter 133: Phone sex
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"Hello Drake."
I froze at the voice behind me, groaning as I turned around and tried to put a professional smile on my face. Monique stood there with her hand on her hip and a smirk lifting her lips. Her eyes slid up and down my body before she sauntered up and placed her hand on my chest.
"You're looking delicious in that suit of yours, Drake. I've always loved you in this." Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against my jaw.
"Um, excuse the hell out of you. No touching!" Luis grabbed her arm and pushed her away.
She stepped away from me unsteadily as she scoffed and pinned Luis with her gaze. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Luis. Don't forget it. Actually, please do. You don't deserve to know who I am."
Her eyes took him in before she laughed and looked at me. "Is he serious right now?"
"Dead," I replied dryly. "Don't you have people to mingle with, Monique? Or are you trying to make sure that I don't find the talent I need to get rid of you?"
Her mouth opened and dropped several times before she glared at me. "A thousand bucks says you won't find the talent you need and will come crawling back to me by the end of the weekend." Then she looked around. "Looks like your little girlfriend isn't here,Drake She can't hack it?"
I went to tell her off, but Luis beat me to it. "Listen here, miss thang, you don't say a word about Molly. She's classier than you'll ever be and if I were you, I'd steer clear of Drake if you knew what was good for you. Lynn doesn't play nice and she definitely doesn't share."
Monique snorted as she looked down her nose at Pierre. "Whatever." And then she turned and walked away.
"What a cunt," luis said as she walked off.
I laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. "That she is, buddy. Thanks for having my back."
He wrapped an arm around my waist and shrugged. "What are best friends for? Let's go get our talent, shall we?"
~~~~~
It felt like I had interviewed a hundred people, yet only a small handful were worth a shit. If this was how the rest of the weekend was going to look, I'd be screwed. What happened to all the professionals? This was a madhouse full of wanna-be porn stars who had probably been in more homemade sex videos than I ever wanted to see.
"Drake!" Oliver shouted as he pushed his way through a group of people to get to me. "How's it going? I've got a few promising leads on the other side of the convention center, but I wanted to show you this first." He took out his phone and scrolled across the screen before he showed me.
I inhaled a sharp breath as I read the headline. "Lynn Martinez, girlfriend to porn star DrakeHudson, isn't actually a Martinez at all. Tuffin Aerospace out of Seattle, Washington is the true family of lynn. Read on to learn how this has affected her life and made her a millionaire overnight."
"What the fuck?" I breathed as I scrolled through the article. It didn't mention anything about her adoptive family or how she learned of the Tuffin's being her true family, thank God, but right there at the bottom showed her current net worth. "Get this removed, Oliver," I said through clenched teeth. He was my IT guy and I knew he could do it.
Luis sauntered over as I tried to keep my cool. I couldn't believe these paparazzi scum were blasting her personal business all over like that. Who the hell did they think they were?
"You look perturbed, Drake," luis stated.
I groaned, knowing exactly what he meant. "Let's just go meet some more people and then I need a stiff fucking drink."
We took off toward the other side of the convention center to interview the people Oliver had mentioned. I liked most of them, gaining us another handful of contacts. But now I was done. I needed a drink and I wanted to hear Lynn's voice.
Luis was in the middle of a clearly interesting conversation with some actors so I dipped out and headed for the elevators. I was exhausted and couldn't wait to be alone.
My phone vibrated in my pocket before I pulled it out and saw Lynn's name on the screen. I grinned from ear to ear as I leaned against the wall and read her message.
Molly: Hey babe. Missing you like crazy. Call me if you get a chance.
I was just about to hit the call button when another text came in, making my heart thunder in my chest.
LYNN: I love you.
I hit dial and she answered after the first ring.
"I love you, too," I said before she could say anything else.
She giggled into the phone. "Ugh, I wish you were here. Mama Bell asked about you and was super sad that you couldn't join me."
I laughed back just as the door dinged and slid open. I stepped out and headed for my room. "Wish I could be there too, babe." Then I thought about the article Oliver had shown me and decided to keep that tidbit to myself for the moment. I wanted her to enjoy her time back home, not be stressed over something she couldn't handle.
"How is the, um, meet and greet going?" She asked, as I heard the tone in her voice that told me she was nervous.
"Boring as hell, babe. Thank God luis is with me or I might have lost my mind by now. I'm heading back to my room for the night right now."
She laughed. "Luis is behaving himself, right?"
I snorted. "If you call him showing up to my house with a pink feather boa, offering to massage me with his strong hands, and mentioning assistants and bosses having affairs, behaving, then yes."
Her laugh burst through the phone, spreading a grin over my own face when I heard it. "He didn't!"
"Oh, he did, but he's being good besides that."
"Ugh, now I really wish I were there with you. Please don't tell me that luis wore his leather pants?"
"He did. They're awful."
She burst out laughing again as I stepped into my room and shut the door behind me. I threw myself down onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
"Speaking of clothes... What are you wearing?"
"Hmm, nothing?" She giggled.
"Ha! I don't believe that for one second, babe."
"Okay, fine. I may or may not have stolen a tee shirt from your dresser to sleep in. And I may or may not have sprayed your cologne on it."
I let out a groan as I thought about lynn lying in bed in nothing but my shirt, covered in my scent. My dick twitched in my slacks as I tugged at my tie, loosening its grip around my throat.
"Please tell me you're not wearing any panties..." She softly moaned into the phone. "Not anymore."
"Fuck," I hissed.
"What are you wearing?" She asked.
"A suit. A very tight suit."
"Mmm, send me a picture, Mr. Hudson."
I grinned as I pulled my phone back and snapped a picture, then I removed my tie completely and tore open my shirt to take another picture. And because I was feeling feisty, I undid my slacks and pushed them down along with my briefs, just barely giving her a peep of the base of my cock and shaved pubes. I sent them all.
She was silent on her end before I heard a small moan. I loved that she reacted like that, and oh the things I would have done to her if she were here.
"Just hearing your voice makes me hard, lynn," I rasped into the phone as I slipped my free hand into my slacks and grabbed my growing cock.
"Yeah? Well hearing your voice makes me wet, and now I'm touching myself like the little bad girl that I am."
A groan vibrated through my chest as I pictured her touching herself, stroking my cock harder. "Mmm, you're a bad girl now, huh? I want you to push your fingers inside your tight, wet pussy, lynn. Can you do that for me?"
She moaned. "Yes."
Fucking hell. This was really happening, wasn't it? I stroked myself harder until my cock was throbbing. I craved to feel her pussy tightly wrap around my dick, but this was as good as we'd get until Monday.
"Do you feel how tight you are, lynn? How tight you can feel around my cock..."
"Oooh," she moaned. "So tight," she whispered next.
I sped up my strokes before I squeezed and teased my sensitive head. My balls tightened and I knew I was close. How the fuck was that possible? I'd fucked for a living, being able to last for hours, yet hearing Lynn's moan in my ear as I jerked off was enough to make me blow.
"Rub your clit, baby, I'm close," I rasped into the phone before I ground my teeth together. My toes curled and I couldn't stop. My cock throbbed and then pulsed as cum shot out the tip, coating my fisted hand as I continued to stroke. "Ah, fuck, lynn..."
"Ah, Drake," she hissed. "I'm... I'm cumming."
"Yes," I growled, trying to picture her face as she came.
Then she giggled the sweetest sound. "Mmm, that was nice. Now I'm super sleepy." I could hear it in her voice and knew her eyes were probably closed.
"Get some sleep, baby. I'll call you tomorrow. Oh, and lynn?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"Mmm, I love you too, Drake. So much. Goodnight." Then she hung up.
.I stared down at my cum covered hand and chuckled. This woman continued to amaze me in the best way possible. I just came all over my hand at the sound of her voice while she touched herself. She has ruined me and I didn't even care.
