New Addiction

"What the fuck?" asked Demi as she saw John walk into her dressing room. "They letting anyone in here? Where is security?"

"Shut up and listen," said John. "I'm here because I know all about you. You have _no _secrets from me. But because of that can help you."

"Um, yes, that's why you're here. Who are you again?"

"Just call me John. Now Demi. We both know you have struggled with addictions, and we know that you shifted your addiction to nicotine, ****, and other **** to semen. You are totally addicted to semen. You love the taste and smell of semen and the feel of it on your face. If you could, you'd swim in semen every day."

Demi swallowed hard. She nodded. "Yes, I'm addicted to it."

"You know semen is great for your voice, and you need to gargle with it before every performance and recording session. You also crave it on your face, your tits, your ass, and in your hair. You just love and crave semen that much."

"Yes, I'm so addicted to it. It's unbelievable!"

"It almost is. When you see a man's cock, you must go down on it; in fact, the only way a man can stick his cock in your pussy or ass, which you also love, is to be blindfolded, bound, and gagged, so you don't lunge for it and wrap your lips on it."

"Yes, it's true, but how can you help me with my addiction?"

There was a knock on the door and a woman with a headset on stuck her head in. "Ten minutes, Miss Lovato."

"I'm not a Miss!" yelled Demi angrily.