Chapter 12 Always Wet And Ready

• Flipping his fingers inside her, she felt stars swimming in her eyes. She held her aching pink nipples and started moving her fingers over there.
• “Damn you, Lisa. Always ready and wet.” Aiden couldn’t hold back and he let the words flow. He grabbed his cock after unzipping his pants and held it firmly, feasting his hungry eyes on Lisa’s cunt that’s milking his fingers as it gushed her juices.
• Forming a tight hole with his thumb and index finger, he starts to grind his cock, imagining it to be a tight cunt.
• His fingers slipped out, leaving Lisa empty, however, the wet fingers met her clit. The buds are swollen. So swollen that a tiny graze of Aiden’s finger had Lisa Squirming. Before long, Lisa started to squirt unto Aiden’s fingers.
• Giggling at the reflex action, Aiden seized that as an opportunity to ease into her. Though, he grabbed a condom from his pocket and protected himself with the rubber.
• Finding a mind-blowing balance, he trapped her jiggling waist and bagan his thrust movements.
• His face is gleamed with sweat, his jaw tight and his eyes slammed close as he plundered the slick pussy. Lisa’s cunt does a good job of sucking his cock. Before long, their orgasm starts crashing against them like a violent tornado.
• Aiden roared and Lisa mewled as they spilled their pleasure unto each other’s skin. Lisa’s cum fills the rubber wrapping Aiden’s cock.
• Breaths ragged, Aiden pulled off and stumbled away from Lisa who whirled and crashed onto the floor, heaving.
• **
• “So, what was it you proposed?” Alex asked from over the rim of his glass as he stares at the pornstar he moved across country to see.
• The girl looks to be in her early twenties with a captivating brunette hair. She chuckled at the wary look Aiden’s sparing her.
• “Relax, I’m not a spy, you know.” She said, her word tinged with a note of assurance. “Well, I have to make my ex pay for ever thinking of cheating on me.” She started.
• They’re in the indoor restaurant of the hotel the girl lodged in and Alex scanned his eyes around, only to figure the place, very balmy, is sparsely populated. He cuts his wandering eyes back at her and tipped his brow, listening to the girl’s ramble.
• “Wait a sec. I’m yet to know your name. Tell me what do I address you as?” Alex asked when he remembered that he doesn’t even know the lady.
• “You remembered late.” She quipped. The waiter came over and blessed their glasses with another shot of mojito. “Thank you, doll.” She told the waiter who glanced at her, looking shy.
• Alex noticed one thing. The girl doesn’t have English accent. No, not in any way. Plus or minus, she’s an American.
• Unable to douse the curiosity churning his mind, Alex dropped his glass which he sipped from and asked. “You don’t have an accent.”
• “Another question. Or was the second one a statement?” She teased. “Well, I’m Angela Rose. Stage name, mind you.” Alex nodded in understanding.
• Of course, most people in the industry always ends up changing their identity which is why he isn’t surprised.
• “Well, would you be shocked if I tell you I grew up in New Orleans?” She asked but Alex doesn’t give her a reaction. He deadpaned.
• “Okay, so. I’m from New Orleans. Moved to Sin city a year ago where I met my ex who happens to be a British dude and runs a porn industry. Was in dept, so he helped me with money. When I decided I’d move with him after three months of knowing each other, he prepared all the documents I’d need and I left with him to London. Chelsea, mind you.”
• She briefed her background to Alex and he nodded understandably.
• “So, how did you reach me?” He probed.
• “Online. I had my way.” She winked.
• “So, what do you want?” He folded his arm over his chest and burned his eyes on hers.
• “Deal.” Angela whispered meeting Alex’s gaze. “I want you to offer me a job in your company with a senior actress position. I'm already used to acting porn scenes which is why I’m here. Can’t settle for anything less.”
• Alex hummed under his breath. Interesting. He mused inside. Only a few people have reached the senior acting position and Angela is smart by requesting for it.
• “And what do I get in return?” He leaned on the table and questioned.
• “An information.” Said Angela. “My ex has an ethical hacker that wants to destroy your company’s site. You and I know that would cost the “sex gods" billions of dollars. Would you want that?”
• Alex's forehead pleated in anger. He doesn’t need to be told how much they'd lose if anything happens to that website. That website is their brand and their customers, millions, mind you, already know them by the name Brazzers.
• Alex heaved a heavy sigh and nodded in understanding. “He's taking such a huge step.” Alex growled.
• “He's implacably determined.” She added.
• “How did you know?” Alex could see more people shoving into the restaurant from his periphery as the waiter approached them..
• “Heard him while he was on call. Of course, he monitors the massive traffic your website gets. It outstrips his own and trust me, Crane, is not one to give up when he sees something as a huge competition.” Angela shrugged. “I know Brazzers doesn’t have a topnotch security.”
• No truer words have ever been said. Alex muttered inside him. He and Aiden have never really thought of employing the services of a security team for their company’s website. Though, they’ve thought about it before but never really looked deep into it. But this news he's hearing is making him think far.
• “I appreciate your words, Angela. From what I gathered now, your ex has really studied us which is quite surprising…”
• “Also I have another request.” Angela interrupted Alex, grinning.
• “And what is it?” Tensed, he asked.
• “Brazzers will have to provide a conducive accommodation for me.” She demanded, her body thrumming with seeps of confidence.
• Angela knew this is her only chance of getting both a job and an accommodation. Information is power. She smiled inwardly as she told herself. When Crane broke up with her she was left useless, loitering the streets of London with no legal document.
• Therefore, when the immigration officers found her, they wasted no ounce of seconds to depot her back to the state. However, she had planned on capitalizing on the opportunity she has and fetch a good job and accommodation for herself which is why she reached out to Alex.
• She was short of money ‘cause they money they made back in London all went into Crane's account and when he threw her out, she was left impecunious. Hence, Angela had a night stand with a pot-bellied English man, an average income earner who managed to pay her two hundred dollar for two nights. This literally happened before the immigration officers caught her.
• So, Angela practically used that money to lodge in the hotel and awaited Alex’s visit. However, seeing the look on Alex’s face it appeared she’s making progress.
• Please, accept it. Please. She muttered to herself. She can’t let Crane get away with what he did to her. At all. So she needed to make as much money as she can and deal with his fucked up mind.
• Alex released a long rivulet of air, his throat bobbed as he downs the lump of spittle pooling in his mouth. He knows he can’t arrive at a conclusion without involving Aiden, so he cautiously said.
• “You know what, Angela?” His sharp voice traveled through Angela’s eardrums.
• “Yes, Alex?” She brightened.
• “I’ll mull over this and I’ll get back to you in a few days time.” He said, standing up and straightening the invisible crease on his shirt.
• Angela followed suit, quickly standing to her feet. She’s worried if the sex gods will actually get back to her but she managed to rein in her frustration.
• “Okay, Alex. I’ll be looking forward to your response.” She let’s out, shaking hands with Alex.
• “Definitely.” Alex assured, though he doesn’t know if it'll be a positive or negative response. Either way, he’ll get back to her.
• Seeing no need to stay back in North Carolina , he decided to fly back and meet with Aiden right away to elaborate all that Angela said to him.