She proves her worth in the alley

Behind the grocery store is a dirty and abandoned alley. The shadows are getting noticeably longer as the evening is not far off. And leaning against the wall with one hand over her mouth and the other clutching a large suitcase is the spitting image of Cordelia Chase. You can see that the manufacturer dressed her according to your specifications. Tan, high heeled platform sndals adorn her feet. A pleated, matching miniskirt barely comes halfway down her thighs. A dark blue vest is open over a long-sleeve, button up blouse that only has buttons on the lower half, showing plenty of cleavage. Her har falls loose a few inches past her shoulders and she's wearing a pretty necklace and bracelets that might look sparkly, but you know is only cheap costume jewelry.

You do your best to supress the smirk that's fighting it's way onto your face as you approach her. "Exscuse me miss, are you alright?"

She startles suddenly at the sound of your voice and wipes at her eyes roughly before glaring at you. "I'm fine." she says stonily, despite her mascara having run a bit. "Except when creepy losers bother me." she almost growls.

This was the moment you were waiting for. "Really? I may come across as creepy, but do I still count as a loser if I've produced multiple successful shows and plays?"

"W-wh-what?" that catches her off guard.

"I was the main ****, creative and monetary behind 'The Dark Archer', 'Rumpled Sheets', 'Morning Dew and Evening Glory' and 'The Adventures of Howard and Darkness'." You state, trying to sound confident and a bit haughty. "Among many others."

With every made up title you throw out, Cordelia's eyes get wider and wider and an 'oh crap' look shows up on her face. "Y-y-you mean y-you're..." she trails off and you figure that's your cue.

Pulling out your wallet like you can't believe she needs proof, you whip out your liscense with a little flourish and hold it right in front of her face. "Yep, Wendell Wallabis!"

Her eyes are the size of saucers at this pint and she takes a few frantic seconds to clean off her face. "You're THE Wendell Wallabis!" She practically gasps. "One of the most influential and successful producers, like, ever!"

You want to rub her face in it a bit though, so you feign dismissal and start to turn from her. "But I'm clearly a creepy loser anyway, so I'll just,"

"WAIT!" Cordelia shouts out, reaching out a manicured hand to you. You stop turning and raise an eyebrow at her. She remebers herself and blushes. "I'm, uh," she's clearly been caught off guard. "I'm Cordelia Chase. And I'm an actress and huge fan of your work!"

You sigh and act unimpressed. "Miss Chase,"

"Cordelia please!" she blurts out, interrupting you. "Or, 'Cordy'...to my friends..." she trails off, realizing she's not making a great first impression.

Inwardly, you're impressed. You wanted a girl who acted kinda bitchy, but was **** and easy to score with, and they certainly looked like they were delivering. You'd been wonderig how long it would honestly take before she was on her knees begging for your help. And right now you have a feeling the whole 'sexbot' thing was not hyperbole. Maximum fulfillment for minimum effort.

Speaking of her on her knees...Cordelia was looking at you with a grin that looked very ****. "Well 'Cordy', it take more than being a fan or loud and disruptive to be a great actress. Sure maybe you could land a non-speaking part here or there as a nameless background character. But I don't think you have what it takes to really nail the big roles that all great actresses do."

"But...I can! I can! Please, what does it take? I'll do it!" She half shouts, half whimpers. Your smile towards her probably looks sketchy as hell while you walk right up to her with her back against the wall, but you're beyond caring at this point. You switched your few bags to one hand at the beginning of this encounter, so now with her staring you in the eye with uncertainty, you put your free hand on top of her head and begin to push down. She never breaks eye contact as she crouches in front of you, her hands resting on her knees. "I..." Her gaze jumps from your crotch in front of her face up to you and she looks afraid. "I dont..."

You've had enough of her hesitance and you need to bust a nut already. Interrupting her you say coldly, "You should know what to do right now Cordelia." She's still looking between the bulge in your pants in front of her and your face, her head shaking slightly. "Either you prove to me, right here, right now, you've got what it takes to go the distance in this industry, or I go home with my groceries, and you stay here in this fucking alley."

The ultimatum breaks her **** and her hands reach up shaking for your fly. Thirty seconds later your out in her soft hands and she's leaning forward to engulf you in her hot mouth. Your free hand has moved from the top of her head to the back and after a minute of guidance, she knows what to do. Hands steadying herself on your hips, hair shaking in a silken wave in time with her bobs eyes on your face to make gauge your reaction. Her tongue is swirling around your cock and shes even making proper little moans to compliment the audible sucking as she blows you. You look around the empty, darkening alley for a moment to really appreciate the situaton. On TV she's the high and mighty 'Queen C'. Here now, she's crouched in a dirty alley, sucking the cock of someone she just met like a cheap whore. You're going to enjoy this.