Queen of FUTA - Chapter 12

It’s a whole new level of weirdness. You hate it.

“Yes. I don’t know,” you say to Annette over the phone as you pace your hotel suite, high above the city. “I don’t know what she was thinking. It was just… so weird.”

“Hmm.” Annette thinks for a moment. “Well, I can see someone like that being out of touch and having no social skills, but I don’t understand why they’re messing with your schedule.”

“Can they even do that?”

“Well… yes. Now that we’ve made the deal with the Network. They can ask for you to do promotional stuff.”

“It’s pretty weird. Do they really think that people will want me to sign their FUTA merch?” you ask.

“Riley, people definitely want you to sign their FUTA merch. The problem is that you aren’t the only one. You’re great, Riley. And there’s a reason that you’re the face of the League, but you aren’t the only player. Don’t get your feelings hurt, but I think Adella has an even bigger fan club than you do.”

“I didn’t know that I had one,” you say.

“That’s because you don’t look at Twitter. The problem is that if you’re doing appearances and signing stuff, but nobody else is… you see the issue. I’ll talk to the Network and see what’s up. I’m sure some lines just got crossed,” Annette assures you.

You aren’t so sure. What Tess did was beyond weird, and you still feel uncomfortable. You aren’t shy… like, you are pretty comfortable with horniness and lewdness, but the whole dynamic of what happened in the trailer was messed up. You just don’t get it, and you’re going crazy just sitting here.

“So I’m not going to New York tomorrow?” you say.

“I guess not. You can just stay put until I figure it out. It’s OK, Riley. You aren’t in trouble. This is my problem. I’ll take care of it.”

You wish that Annette was here. You want a hug, but Annette is five hundred miles away. A part of you wants to hitch a ride back to Gurlberg tonight and spend the night there, but it’s late and you’re tired… not that you feel like sleeping.

You order some room service so you can stress eat, and a bottle of wine too. Nobody cards celebrities.

Morosely, you lie in bed in a robe after a bath, eating chocolates and sipping wine as you flip channels. The flickering light of the TV flashes through the room. Your robe has come open, and your monster cock lies soft over your leg. Life was simpler before this thing. Not simple, but simpler. Normally you would be fantasizing about those gourmet memories with Tess, but now anything that has to do with Tess makes you uneasy. She’s not sexy anymore, she’s just confusing.

You look at your phone and think about who you could call to talk to. Mom… is not an option. Neither is Kayla.

You call Michelle, and to your relief, she picks up.

But you don’t have the courage to tell her about Tess, because that would open the door to talking about what you did together. You can’t talk about that. Still, talking to her is comforting. Michelle was going to go back to the soccer program at the University of Florida, but FUTA offered her more money for a fun, traveling job recruiting. It sounds like she’s doing great. She considerately doesn’t tease you for your bulge-filled promotional materials.

You feel better after you hang up with her. Good enough that you stop channel flipping on some kind of historical or fantasy TV show, because a beautiful blonde is getting it on her back by a campfire. You aren’t sure about the burly guy she’s with, but the blonde looks good.

Your cock slowly but surely swells until it rests on your belly. For a second you have two of them… then you realize that you might have had too much wine. You lie back and open your robe all the way, your body bathed in the light of the TV.

Comfortably and lazily, you put your palm on the foreskin and drag it up and back. You could wrap both hands around your shaft and jerk it to finish faster, but you’re in no hurry. You just rub, watching the blonde actress’s boobs bounce rhythmically as her nails rake her partner’s back.

You wonder if you’ll get famous enough to meet actresses like that. That would be cool… your drunk mind goes crazy with that, imagining hookups with every celebrity you’ve ever thirsted for. You… get a little into it and scoot your body around to put your feet on the headboard and lift your hips.

You’ve always been limber, but having a cock this big makes it easy to get it to your mouth. You can’t do more than lick it a bit, but it’s not about stimulation, it’s about wanton lewdness. You pull vigorously on the foreskin and drag your tongue across the head, then moan as your thick load spills out on your breasts and face. You collapse back onto the bed, panting.

You are absolutely covered in it. You laugh, feeling ridiculous, and get up when your strength returns. You wobble a little as you walk in the nude to the bathroom. Your reflection is hilarious. You wipe some of the cum off; you’re going to need another bath, but first you’re going to drink some water and have some aspirin.

You bend over to open the bag that you carry your toothbrush and other hotel stuff in, and get the aspirin out. You stand back up, and in the mirror, you see Tess right behind you.

“Yeek!” you shriek, trying to run around, but the floor’s still wet from your first bath. You slip and crash to the floor. The pill bottle clatters down beside you, aspirin going everywhere.

“Ouch,” you say, shaking your sore wrist as you look up in panic, but you’re alone. “Hello?” you say, your voice shaking. The suite is quiet.