Kirk’s eyes were closed tightly as he concentrated fiercely on the expert oral he was being given by this little platinum blonde. Carli, her name was. Kirk had asked his manager to sort out a hooker to come and give him head.
His mom had told him how Lucy had dated some dude with a title and that she was the kind of girl he should be going for. Daphne wasn’t wrong. Lucy was exquisite.
She was just the type of girl he would like to date. Sure, if things went well he’d stay faithful but, hell, this was their first date and he hadn’t had any action for weeks – well, at least a week. His manager was always telling him how he could sort out girls, no matter how last minute. So he had taken him up on the offer. Afterwards he would spend the evening with Lucy. That hair that smelled so good; those long legs; God, those wonderful round breasts. And she didn’t put out at the pop of a Cristal champagne cork either, which was novel.
‘Yeah, that’s it, baby…’
Kirk put his hands on the back of her head. He was close, so close. He opened his eyes.
Fuck.
Lucy.
‘Fuck.’
Kirk raised his hands from Carli’s head and raised his palms, like a man caught by cops trying to show he was unarmed.
Carli stopped, unsure why her famous client had suddenly deflated. Wait till the girls heard how she’d blown Kirk Kelner.
In one swift move Man of Steel himself would have been proud of, Kirk jumped to his feet while turning 180 degrees in the air. With his back to Lucy he hurriedly pulled his trousers from around his ankles and fastened his belt.
Kirk started to turn to Lucy, inching his way round as though, if he did it slowly enough, the whole scene would disappear, like a giant farce that had only been in his head.
Lucy was still there, half turned towards the door she had just entered.
‘Lucy,’ Kirk managed.
Lucy turned to face him, hardly able to meet his eyes. Her face must be purple. This was beyond mortifying. She couldn’t bring her eye level higher than Kirk’s chest.
He was silent.
‘Lucy,’ he started again, stepping towards her. Carli had slipped off to the bathroom.
Shit, he was coming towards her. Quick, think. ‘Kirk, I’ll let you get ready. See you in the bar downstairs.’
Lucy was out of the door before she’d finished her sentence.