79. Michael

MICHAEL

W hen Alice stands from the hair and makeup chair, it takes all my will power not to stride directly to her and slam my mouth to hers.

But I don’t do that.

Because I have some self-control.

Also because her makeup looks perfectly applied, and I won’t be responsible for messing it up.

As she nears, the bright lights shine across her features, and I notice how glossy her lips are.

So glossy they’re almost obscene.

But maybe that’s just me, picturing her in the hot tub, with my cum dripping off her mouth.

I clear my throat as she stops before me. “You look beautiful.”

Alice beams. “You look pretty handsome yourself.”

“Alright, lovebirds.” A new woman, this one with a still camera, snaps her fingers. “Let’s get this literal show on the road.”