Maybe a little handjob would persuade him

"Well...." Bria fought a grimace, pasting instead a foxy grin on her face. "Maybe...."

Alex let go of her hand as she took hold of his zipper, her fingers pulling it all the way down. Her eyes maintained a sultry hold on his as she deftly fished out his cock. Freed from its constraints and downward bend it hardened completely upon exposure to the air and her skilled hand.

"Directors need such handling," she winked, tracing a nail up and down his rigid length. "They can be so tempermental, so judgemental, so... demanding!" she exclaimed, emphasizing it by squeezing his cock abruptly.

Alex gasped above her, but Bria hardly noticed. She resumed stroking his cock, with her fingertip now. She silently congratulated herself for remembering those bigger words. She'd had to learn to speak in a sophisticated way in beauty contests. It still made her face burn to think of the time when one tutor, at the persuasion of another contestant, convinced her that it was okay to say, at the evening gown portion of a contest, "I love how this gown shows off my luscious tits."

Her face flamed a little at the memory, but Alex wasn't paying attention to anything but the sensations of his cock.

"They're not interested in the words that come out of my mouth," she told him, a second finger trailing down his cock alongside the first. "They only want my mouth to do one thing," she said, leaning toward him, her words seemingly bouncing off his sensitive skin as her breath heated him.

"But we pretend," she shrugged. "We pretend that I won't be wrapping my legs around their back and begging them," her second hand cupped his balls and squeezed lightly, "Begging them to fuck me."

Bria groaned convincingly, her stroking fingers curling around his dick, both hands abruptly squeezing harder, as she said throatily, "Fuck me hard."

"Oh!" Alex said, his first words since she began. "Oh God. D... do you... ah, fuck.... lots...?"

"Lots?" she cocked her head, eyes widened in an affectation of innocence. Her lips formed an O and her eyes conveyed surprise. "Oh yes. Every director, every producer, every actor who's already made it. Any agent or executive who can help me. I've slept with half of the men in the industry," she winked, licking her lips to add, "And a quarter of the women."

Alex groaned, slumping forward, his hands grabbing at her hair and pulling her head towards him. Her hands tightened in surprise, their pumping motion bringing up a gusher of sperm from within. Bria felt the throbbing of his cock, but as the jism escaped it rocketed up into the air and then down into her bright blond hair.

She didn't even realize he'd come, and figuring he wanted some oral action she licked at a testicle like it was ice cream. She only realized something was a amiss when he slumped, his hands putting some of his weight upon her shoulders.

Bria's hands stopped their milking motions when he finally pulled away, his cock wilting before her eyes.

"What?" she stared up at him, her hand going to her head.

Alex grabbed them with a warning shake of his head. "You don't want to smear it. It'd make your hair look bad."

"You... You came in my hair?" she yelled, heedless of the crowds. Some people paused, a couple craned their necks to try and see, but Alex had already tucked his flacid cock away, and the girl in front of him looked like any other girl, albeit drop-dead gorgeous. They took a second look at Bria and went along their way.

Alex smirked down at her. "It worked for Cameron Diaz, maybe it'll bring you luck."

Bria gaped up at him and he took the opportunity to push her phone into her mouth.

"Good luck finding your way. I put some directions in there. They might even be right."

Bria spit the phone from her mouth and would have spit venomous words at him as well but Alex abruptly blended into the crowd and disappeared.