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I rolled my eyes when Bradley morphed into a demon while shooting a load inside me. He was one of the many men who could not make me squirt. I left all of them after the first sexual encounter.

Bradley was an investment banker who turned me on when I saw how harshly he treated his employees. I thought he would be alpha in the bedroom and the first to make me squirt. Pity, I was wrong. His financial assistance helped to make my dream of opening a make-up studio come true, so I stayed with him.

“What’s going on with you?” he asked in bed when I refused sex for the third night in a row.

He had gotten used to daily sex, but I could not stand to have him touch me anymore. What was the point? Staying with him didn’t mean I had to be his whore.

He stroked my back the following night in bed and nibbled my neck. I raised my shoulders.

“Catherine, what’s gotten into you? All of a sudden, it’s like I’m a revolting monster whom you don’t want to touch.”

That was exactly how I felt, but I used a headache as an excuse. When he flipped over, my eyelids dropped as I puffed. I wondered what excuse I would use the following night.

He smiled when he walked into the house the following day with flowers in hand.

A smile flitted across my face as I smelt the roses. Then, I wondered about his intention. It came up during dinner.

“I thought we could pick up from where we left off last time,” he said.

“There’s nothing to pickup from. You finished last time.”

He frowned as his lips tightened. “That’s not what I was expecting to hear after buying you flowers.”

“So, you only bought flowers to get me to have sex, not because I’m special?”

He put his hand over mine. “No. Not at all, sweetie. It’s just that I thought you’d appreciate what I did.”

“And reward you by sucking your dick?”

Bradley grimaced and flung his napkin onto the table. “Just forget it.”

Not giving him what he wanted and upsetting him made me glee at accomplishing retribution. After all, how did he think I felt when he could not make me squirt? That was his only responsibility. Well, that and the money. Otherwise, I did not have a use for him.

“I think we should take some time to be apart,” I said at the restaurant the following night.

He raised his eyebrows while picking his teeth with his tongue. “Excuse me?”

My gaze lowered to the plate. “It’ll be good for us to spend time on our own, maybe see what else is out there.”

“See what else is out there?” he said before gaping. “Are you breaking up with me?” I gulped and avoided eye contact. Even I had a heart. After all, he did help me to start a business. “I can’t believe this,” he said. “After everything that I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me.”


“That’s it, sorry? What’s actually going on?”

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head.

“Tell me the truth, Catherine, and stop being a little bitch.”

“Excuse you? Who the hell are you to call me a bitch?”

“I’ll call you whatever I want.”

“Screw you. You wanna know what it is, huh? You wanna know?” I asked, putting my hands on the table and raising my bum.


“You can’t even make me squirt, so what’s the point of having sex with you?” I asked before storming out.

Bradley called me the following day, but I let the phone ring. He did the same thing for the rest of the week before I blocked his number.

My back was facing the door when my 2 o’clock appointment walked in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said.

“Oh, no worries. Give me a -.” The rest of the sentence vanished when I turned around.

Stubble covered his face and matched his black hair. His teeth sparkled like his green eyes. The tight shirt revealed his broad pecks and curvy biceps. I felt my cheeks flush as I glanced at his groin. I looked at the diary.

“Judd?” I said.

“That’s me.”

“You’re here for the full-body make-up.”


“You can follow me to the back.”

I showed him the studio where he could change and told him I would return. My heartbeat sped up when I thought about going back to him. Just thinking about seeing him naked made me wet. After putting more lipstick on, I flung my hair over my shoulder to reveal my neck before spraying perfume.

A tan covered Judd’s naked body. I peeked at his dick before smiling at him. When his left eyebrow raised, I suspected that he had noticed.

“Hope you don’t mind me asking why the full-body,” I said.

“I’ve got a photo shoot. It’s for some bizarre magazine that’s coming out.”

“Okay,” I said, getting on my knees to start with his feet.

“It’s an interesting job you’ve got.”

“You think so? I think it’s interesting that you’re a model,” I said, looking up at him.

I so badly wanted to glance at his dick again. His prolonged stare and his smile made me look down. For the first time in my life, I met a man who intimidated me.

Judd put his hand on top of my head as the brush stroked over his knee. My lips parted when I looked up at him. He grinned and pulled the back of my head toward his dick.

My eyelids lowered as I stared at it. My lips groped his dick, and my tongue swirled around the head. I jerked him off while sucking his balls. Judd craned his head up and moaned.

After blowing him for a few minutes, I stood up and ran my hands down his chest to his abs. Oh, God, that was amazing. The grooves in his abs moistened my lips.

I turned around, and he pushed my shoulders. I bent over the table and clutched the corners. My eyes averted as Judd stuck his dick into my pussy. He ran his hands up my legs before hunching over me and raising my chin with his forearm.

“Oh, God. Oh, yes! That’s it. Oh, my God,” I yelled as he thrust.

His dick went in all the way. I got wetter but not enough to spurt out the fluid. My teeth clenched, and my face flushed as he spanked my ass several times and called me a dirty whore.

“Come. Flip over,” he said.

I lay on the table and hooked my heels on his shoulders. Judd clutched my shoulders and hammered me. He stopped after about ten minutes and spread my legs open. He licked my pussy and stimulated my clit. I arched my back and opened my mouth while panting.

“Oh, God! That’s it,” I exclaimed.

Judd tapped his dick on my clit before shoving it into my pussy and penetrating. My forehead wrinkled, and I frowned while reaching a climax.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum,” I said.

He pulled his dick out and rubbed my pussy. My stomach tightened as I raised my head off the table and screamed. Fluid gushed out of my pussy and onto Judd’s chest.

He smiled, looking at my grimaced face as I held his arm. I panted and frowned as more fluid sputtered out of my pussy. Sweat had formed on my hairline.

When Judd got dressed, I told him that we should continue the body painting. He said that he would come in tomorrow.

The bastard lied. I tried to forget about him but couldn’t. How could I? He was the only man to make me squirt. I checked the diary and saw that I had jotted his number when I made the booking.

“Judd speaking.”

“Hi. Catherine here. Just wanted to follow up on our appointment.”

“Oh, yeah. Totally forget about that. I won’t need to come in anymore.”


“No. Thanks for the call. I’ve gotta go.”

I gaped when he hung up. What the hell? The conversation was on my mind for the rest of the day.

A client shrieked when I poked her in the eye with the mascara pencil.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. My apologies.”

Damn that man if he thinks he’s going to leave me hanging dry.

I called Judd the following day. “What is your problem?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We had mind-shattering sex, but you don’t want to see me. What’s the deal?”

“It’s nothing.”

That was all I needed to hear to know something wasn’t right. “You better tell me, or I’ll make you regret it.” He chuckled. “Judd, don’t tempt me. Stop playing games and tell me.”

“You really wanna know?”


“Your boyfriend, Bradley, hired me to have sex with you, then leave you and never see you again.”

I frowned. “What? Why?”

“He said that you left him because he couldn’t make you squirt, so he wanted payback by giving you what you wanted, then depriving you of it.”

“What? That doesn’t make any sense. You can take his money and still have sex with me.”

“I can’t. He made me sign an NDA.”

“You’re joking? So, this whole thing was a setup. Are you even a model?”

“Kind of. I’m an escort.”

“Can you come to my studio tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he said.

I called Bradley and told him to come to the studio an hour after my appointment with Judd.

The lights were off when he walked in. He called out my name, but I remained silent. When he called my name the third time, I said, “Get undressed.”

“Ooh. I like that.”

I told him to keep quiet before leading him to a chair and telling him to spread his legs. After I tied his legs to the chair, I handcuffed him behind his back. He shrieked when I switched the lights on.

“Oh, my God! What is that?” he asked, looking at Judd.

Judd was unconscious and tied naked to a chair with blood covering his groin and parts of his legs.

“That’s what you get for trying to pull a fast one over me.”

I took the scissors off the table and snipped them a few times while walking towards Bradley and looking at his groin. His eyes bulged, and his jaw lowered.

“No, please. No. Don’t. Please, I’m begging you. Don’t cut my balls off. Please.”

I snipped the scissors as I hovered them over his dick. His face turned red and tears formed in his eyes. I sneered.

He whimpered. “Please, don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to do it. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You sick bastard. You had him sign an NDA. Look what I did to him.”

Tears slid down his eyes. “Please, Catherine. Don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything.”


“Yes. Anything.”

I held a phone to his mouth and pressed record. “Say that the NDA is void. It has no legal bearing whatsoever.”

“What difference does it make? He’s dead.”

“Just say it!” I yelled. “Or do you want me to snip your balls off?”

“Okay, okay. The NDA is void. It has no legal bearing.”

I pressed stop before untying him. “Now, get out. The sight of you makes me sick.”

After he dashed out, I looked at Judd and felt proud of how realistic my work looked. “You can open your eyes. He’s gone,” I said to Judd.


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