Not sure why, but yes

In your mind all sorts of curse words, insults, and mean ways to let this ass hole know how much of a piece of shit he is for even asking the question. Yet. For whatever reason, you can’t even fathom. You say, “Ya, sure, why not.” He smiles, clicks the door locked, walks over to you, and flops out a fat 8” log of a cock.

“Oh, you’re the greatest. If you ever need anything from me, just ask. This is a turning point in your career, I promise.” He helps you slide it in, it is musty, salty, but actually doesn’t taste bad. His leather pants obviously have influenced the taste. You roll your tongue and slobber over it, stroke it, and lick and fondle his sack, but he just wants to fuck your throat. He keeps jamming it in, he grabs your head and pushes till you ****, then lets up so you can spit and catch your breath, then he is at it again. Over and over again till finally your gag reflex relents, and it slides down your throat. As your lips press against his torso you look up as you see several flashes go off. This fucker just took a picture. He pulls out, “Damn, Kara, I’m sorry, um, it, um, you’re just not that great at giving blow jobs, um, it’s not working. Um. Can I like, fuck you? Please.” He asks with puppy dog eyes.