Queen of Cocks

As they rode to the club, Mallory had more fun with her absolutely gullible boss. "You know what would be great?"

"What's that?" asked Brooklyn who was admiring herself in a mirror.

"Every time you get a new cock in your mouth, take a selfie then when you finish sucking the guy off, send the selfie to Paris! Make her totally jealous!"

"Oh....my....god!" said Brooklyn. "That would be so righteous!"

"Yep, and I love your idea," added Mallory.

"What's that?"

"Well, you said you not only love the taste of semen, but love it getting sprayed on you, so you're going to take turns swallow then facial, swallow, then facial. I mean, you are the smartest, sexiest, most confident woman I've ever met!"

"Why thank you, Mallory. You could learn a lot from me."

"And at the end of the night, with all the semen on your face and in your hair, no one would ever doubt you are not the Queen of Cock!"

Brooklyn's chest puffed up. She was filled to the brim with confidence, and her ego had expanded threefold.

Meanwhile, Mallory had to stifle back the laughs every time she saw how ridiculous Brooklyn looked.

They arrived at the club. The driver opened the car door, and Brooklyn stepped out and was met with a barrage of camera flashes and people shouting her name. She strutted up to the door man, waggling her ass as she did.

The paparrazi shouted at her:

"Brooklyn, what's with the get up?!"

"Brooklyn, is this some type of joke?!"

"Brooklyn look this way!"

Brooklyn posed, stuck out her ass and looked over her shoulder, turned and stuck out her chest, blew a few kisses then strutted into the club with Mallory following behind at a discreet distance.