As you watched the clouds go by, your taxi driving you towards the airport, you couldn't help but feel like this was all still a dream. Maybe some cruel practical joke for someone's youtube channel. You'd arrive at and there'd be cameras and a whole GOTCHA moment as you stood there with your luggage.
At least, that was what the cynical side of you thought. If life had taught you anything to this point it was that it was best to prepare for the worst possible outcome.
At best…this was all real. Which, considering the amount of personal information you had exchanged in arranging all of this you hoped it was. If not, well, it'd probably be a good idea to check your credit report when you got home.
Even thinking back to the first message you received it still felt surreal...
"I really have to fix my schedule," you muttered to yourself, voice groggy.
It was quarter past three in the morning and you had just ended your stream. There was nothing particularly abhorrent about that. What made it painful was the fact that you'd have to be up in five hours for your part-time job. You were lucky enough to average a few hundred viewers during your stream, even break a thousand a couple times. But enough to quit your job? Nah. Not to mention that leap into the unknown was too intimidating to risk everything on.
As a result, 3AM streams were becoming less and less ideal. You'd fix your schedule…eventually.
Checking your email and Twitter one last time before shutting down for the night, you stopped when you saw a private DM. From –
"No way," you muttered.
Your mouse hovered over the icon of the sender, sure enough a verified official mark showing up next to their name. Description and followers checked out too. Your eyes quickly scanned over the message, jaw becoming more slack with each word you read until you finally reached the end. And for a long moment, a few long moments actually, you just sat back and stared at your screen.
You blinked once, twice. and a third time just for good measure. Sure enough the message on your screen didn't change. It read exactly the same as it had when you first opened the private message on Twitter. While there was a lot of fluff in the details but there were three phrases in particularly that stuck out.
You're invited.
Streamer competition.
Two million dollars in prizes.
"Holy shit…"
It would end up taking a few more hours for you to process everything and actually send a reply. There was a lot of logistics to be figured out but in the end, this was an opportunity you couldn't pass up, that was the way you felt in your gut. It was funny in a way, you had always been afraid of taking that leap and now here you were taking an even bigger leap into an even bigger unknown. Maybe life just had a funny way of working like that.
As your taxi came to a stop in front of the airport you felt a growing anxiety in your chest. At the very least, it didn't seem like there were any camera crews waiting to prank you at the entrance. Though that didn't mean there wouldn't be once you landed in LA.
'Stop. Think positive' you thought to yourself. 'This is going to be a once in a lifetime experience.'
With that last pep talk you grabbed your things and headed for the entrance. There was no going back now.
You settled into your seat by the window, your carry-on bag settled on your lap. You might not have been able to afford first class but getting the window seat was the next best thing. One long nap and you'd be in LA before you knew it. Assuming you didn't get any obnoxious passengers in your row.
Or a crying baby.
Fuck that would suck.
Deciding to distract yourself, you scrolled social media for a bit on your phone. The project you were about to compete in was a complete secret to the wider world which meant to the viewers that you did have, you could only tell them that you were taking a small break but you'd be back sooner than they might think. And hey, if you won the prize money then it'd more than make up for any lost subscriptions.
You were so engrossed in your timeline that you didn't notice the figure in grey leggings sliding into the seat next to you. In fact, it wasn't until she spoke that you looked up and saw her.
"Do you stream on Twitch?"
"Huh?" you looked up confused.
"Your bag," she pointed to your bag where you had a Twitch logo charm hanging from the zipper.
"Oh, yeah," feeling embarrassed you diverted your gaze for a moment, "Yeah, I stream. You?"
"I do!" she offered you a friendly smile. "I'm Jodi."
You returned the friendly smile, giving her your name in return and offering her your hand which Jodi promptly shook. It was rare to run into a fellow streamer in the wild. Though, given you were headed for Los Angeles maybe it was less rare than normal.
'I wonder if she's a part of the competition' you thought to yourself.
Before you could voice your question, the stewardess came over the speakers starting to give instructions for liftoff. As Jodi slipped on a pair of headphones you realized the opportunity had gone. Maybe I can ask her before she gets off the plane was your last coherent thought. Turning your head to look out the window, daydreaming as the plane lifted off the ground, eventually slipping into an actual dream as you flew into the clouds.
A jolt of turbulence stirred you from your sleep. Honestly, whoever thought humans were meant to fly was fucking insane. You kept your eyes shut, hoping to be able to will yourself back to sleep but to no avail. As you did so though you heard a faint shuffling and was that…a humming? Mixed with the deep breathing?
Curiosity getting the best you peeked your eyes open. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that your Twitch colleague had placed a blanket over her lap. Nothing strange about that. A little further and you saw that her hands hand disappeared beneath the blanket. Deciding to risk a further look you turned and saw Jodi with her eyes closed. And while she may seem like she was asleep, the steady rise and fall of her chest and the blanket slipping down slightly to reveal hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her top made you think otherwise.
'Fuck. Is she…?'
A barely audible gasped answered the question for you. A million thoughts ran through your mind before ultimately settling on just trying to go back to sleep and acting like you saw nothing. Clearly she had some kind of exhibition kink but this wasn't an X rated movie. The only thing you'd stumble into by making a move on her was jail and maybe a lawsuit. Two things you didn't need. And while you did your best to erase the memory from your mind, your cock had other ideas.
In fact, it was straining painfully against your sweatpants. Begging for you to do something about it even as you closed your eyes and prayed for it to go away. It turned out, whatever deity was up there heard a different kind of prayer.
As you were in the middle of panicking, you felt someone place a blanket over you. As if to confirm you didn't imagine it, you felt a hand stroking your growing bulge over your pants. In disbelief you turned your head, coming eye to eye with Jodi. Her gaze was half-lidded and lustfilled but she said nothing even as she continued to stroke you. The only question came when her fingers moved to the waistband of your pants. Her touch hesitated and she looked at you intently as if to say now was the chance to stop her.
As if that was going to happen.
In response you shifted your hips, making easier for her to continue. You swore you saw the hint of a smirk at the corner of her lips when you did. Taking the initiative, Jodi's had pushed down your sweatpants enough to free your raging hard-on from it's confines. In truth, the blanket did little in terms of discretion but a quick glance around showed no one was paying any mind either way. Besides, once you felt Jodi's fingers circle around your cock you could give a damn who knew what you were doing.
She used her thumb to smear the pre-cum leaking from the tip of your cock up and down your length. Using it as lubrication as she began to pump your cock with slow strokes. All the while she held your gaze intently, causing your meat to throb in her grasp.
"Fuck" you muttered under your breath.
You had to stay quiet and composed if you didn't want to cum on the spot. Deciding to reciprocate the attention she was giving you, your hand snaked its way under the blanket towards her waistband only to be stopped by her free hand. A brief moment of worry went through you, thinking you had gone too far, was quickly brushed aside when she instead guided your hand between her legs; letting you feel the dampness there. Jodi had already soaked through her leggings only added to your arousal.
You could also feel a steady vibration, had she planned this all beforehand? It left you wondering just how crazy she was.
Jodi leaned closer to you, her long strokes coming a little faster as she nibbled at your earlobe. "You don't know how badly I wish I could put this in my mouth right now."
The dirty talk caught you off-guard but by the way your length swelled in her grasp it was clearly having an effect.
"You feel fucking huge. I wish I could see if it would fit."
You swore you heard a hint of disappointment in her voice. If she had pulled back she would have seen the disappointment written on your face as well. Beggars shouldn't be choosers but you had to at least be able to say that you took your shot.
"Who says you can't?"
A light chuckle left Jodi in response to your bold suggestion, but she said nothing further. Instead her fingers flexed around your cock, focusing her effort on getting you off. Already you were leaking all over her fingers, a familiar feeling starting to grow in your balls. You could only close your eyes and imagine what it'd be like to have Jodi's lips wrapped around your cock. To have your hands gripping her dark hair as she bobbed her head up and down.
You opened your eyes to see the stewardess coming from first class, pushing the food cart down the aisle.
"S-shit. Jodi…" you warned her.
She glanced in the direction you were looking but didn't cease her actions or even try to be more subtle. In fact, she did the opposite. Pumping your cock faster beneath the blanket.
"I guess you should hurry up and cum before she gets to us, huh" was Jodi's response. "Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me?"
That was all it took for you to hit your peak. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, suppressing as much noise as you could as your cock twitched in her grasp. Your release stained the inside of the blanket and spilled over Jodi's fingers as she continued to stroke your length as you came. To call it intense was an understatement, the mixture of heartpounding from arousal and fear of getting caught had made a combination that had you seeing stars. With the clouds passing outside you wondered if this really was cloud nine.
As you were in your daze, Jodi retracted her hand. The sight of her licking her fingers was nearly enough to have you rock hard again. The smile on her features was downright devious and for the second time you wondered if this was her plan all along.
"Keep the blanket," Jodi said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek. "That was fun."
"Where are you going?" you asked confused as she began to get up.
Rather than answer you, Jodi merely waved once more before making her way to the front of the plane where first class was, leaving you wondering what the hell had just happened. Shit. If this was a sign of things to come for what was in LA, you were feeling better about your decision to leave already.
You were slightly disappointed when you got off the plane and saw Jodi nowhere in sight. Though, now that you thought about it that might not have even been her name. On the bright side, at least it didn't seem like this was all some kind of youtube prank. Or worse, a subplot straight out of taken. After you retrieved your luggage there was someone waiting for you with a sign and your Twitch url written on it just like they said there would be.
Internally, you couldn't help but wonder if just using your name would have been better but who were you to turn away a chauffeur.
"Hey, I'm James!" the man greeted you, looking nothing like a chauffeur. "I'm your ride."
"Hey," you returned, shaking his hand, "Are we going straight there…?"
"That's right. Unless you want to stop for a burger on the way," he said over his soulder, leading you towards the car, "Things don't start for two more days but production wants to have a meeting and show you guys the place where this is all happening."
You nodded your head, feigning understanding. A lot of this had been laid out in the email they sent you but you hadn't exactly read it thoroughly. Slowly but surely your eagerness was starting to wane, replaced by a growing anxiety that you might've gotten in over your head as it all become more real.
After James brought you to the house that was more like one giant set, you made your way towards the yard where many of the people were already gathered. Had you really been the last one? You noticed a man standing at the front of the group and recognized him as the one who had sent you the first message.
"Alright! Since most of us are here why don't we do some introductions, yeah? I know some of you may know each other but other's might not," the producer began. "We have a few of our players missing but they had prior obligations so we might as well get started."
One by one everyone went around introducing themselves. Some names and faces you were familiar with, like Valkyrae. Others you might of heard of before but had never but a face to the name like [name]. And some you were completely unfamiliar with like Hyoon. As the pieces came together you started to realize you were one of the few outsiders, which only made you wonder more about how you had gotten your invitation to begin with.
There was one introduction, or rather two, that stopped your thought process completely.
"Hi, I'm Jodi or QuarterJade," an all too familiar face said, "And this is my boyfriend John."
Your blood went cold in an instant. Whatever else she said in her introduction missed you entirely.
No. Fucking. Way.
Others continued their introductions but you had completely toned them out as you continued to stare at Jodi, which probably wasn't the best idea. Your head was spinning. Not three hours earlier she had been jerking you off under a blanket on the plane and now not only would you be in the house with her but she had a boyfriend?! Nope. No fucking way, you had to get out of this.
"Hey," you felt a soft nudge in your side. You snapped out of your hysteria to see a round face – Jamie was it? – looking at you with a smile. "It's your turn to go."
"O-oh," you stuttered. Quickly you tried to pull yourself together.
You couldn't exactly run then and there. Maybe after you could have a private conversation with the producer and get out of it. But for now you introduced yourself, keeping it as short and sweet as possible. It wasn't like you were going to be getting to know any of them personally. Well, aside from the one you had gotten to know intimately already.
With introductions out of the way, the explanation of what the show would be began. Again it from what you remembered it was mostly things that had already been outlined in prior emails but they were gone over in more detail in case anyone was confused.
The gist of it was simple, get a bunch of streamers to live in a house for content with a twist. They'd compete in challenges for points and prizes. At the end, the person with the most points would get a million dollars while the second million would be spread out in descending order. The content would go out in a mix of streams and youtube videos on the channels of the main organizations involved.
There were more details but as he talked, you started to drift off again. You kept stealing glances at Jodi, waiting to see if she would give any sort of recognition or acknowledgement of who you were. But nothing. It was as if the two of you never met before.
'I guess that's to be expected' you thought. 'All things considered.'
Besides, if you did decide to stay it wasn't like there was any shortage of distractions.
After everything was done others began to mingle but you made a beeline for the producer.
"Hey! I'm glad you could make it," he praised offering you his hand.
"Thanks," you shook his hand somewhat awkwardly, "But there's actually something I wanted to talk about."
His excited expression faded into something more serious. He collapsed your shoulder, pulling you to the side. "Don't worry. I already know what's going through your mind."
"I really don't think you do."
"Of course I do! You're wondering why the hell your here. All these orgs and sponsors involved, some of the biggest names in the industry. I'd be feeling like the odd man out too."
Well, he wasn't exactly wrong about that.
"But trust me," he continued. "You are here on the highest recommendation."
You blinked for a second. Recommendation? But you didn't even know anyone here, at least not personally. And you doubted many, if any, had caught your streams.
"By who?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.
"Ah, I can't tell you that. I'll let them tell you themself" he smiled.
Your brow furrowed, wondering what this big secret was. You had been intent on fleeing this time bomb as soon as possible but now you felt the urge to stay. Even if only to find out who this secret benefactor was. And the lure of a million dollars was pretty nice too.
"Listen, enjoy yourself. This is a big opportunity for you," he patted you on the back. "I'm Clint by the way."
With that, Clint walked off with one of his assistants leaving you even more confused than you had been when you first approached him. If nothing else the man was damn good at being persuasive. Maybe that was why he was in show business. Or, show business adjacent?
"Hey!"
A voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to see one of your fellow constants looking at you with a gentle smile. If you remembered right her name was Miyoung, before that you had only known her by her handle.
"Hey" you returned, forcing a slight smile.
"Everyone's getting together at our place for a little after party. To celebrate…this…whole thing" she waved her hand around, letting out an airy laugh.
"Our place?"
"Yeah" she nodded, "Rae, myself, and a few others we all live together. Your welcome to come if you like. I mean, if you don't have anything else going on?"
For a moment you paused. Was getting further involved really what you wanted to do? Then again, right now you didn't exactly have anywhere else to stay. And you technically had two days still to make up your mind. You might as well enjoy yourself in the meantime, right?
"Count me in."
When Miyoung told you that she lived with Valkyrae and a few others you assumed their house had to be big. But you hadn't expected this. This place made your studio apartment look like a broom closet.
"So this is the difference between a few hundred and a few thousand," You muttered to yourself as you looked around.
It was a hell of a difference to be sure. Even for multiple people.
"You made it!" a soft but friendly voice pulled you out of your awe and you turned to see Miyoung walking towards you.
"Here I am. I wouldn't stand you up after you invited me personally."
"I appreciate that," Miyoung offered you that same gentle smile. Los Angeles might be known for its fakes and frauds but there was something that just genuine about her smile in particular.
"Everyone's kind of spread out but feel free to mingle, I know some people want to get to know you," They did? "Oh, and there's drinks in the kitchen. Feel free to help yourself to whatever you like."
You weren't sure if Miyoung was a natural party hostess or if it was just the almost motherly nature she gave off but it was impossible not to feel welcome in that moment.
"Thanks, Miyoung," you told her.
She floated off to other guests, leaving you to your own devices. Maybe you could get a chance to talk to her in a more personal setting in the future but for now you might as well take her up on her suggestion. The idea that there was people here waiting for you was interesting. You hadn't really connected with anyone when you first met and you had no intention of seeking out Jodi. At least not tonight. You only had more questions that you needed answered. Something that was becoming a common theme today.
You grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and when you closed the door you nearly jumped as someone was standing on the other side of it.
"Jesus christ!" you breathed out, luckily still holding onto your beer. "When did you get there?"
She looked at you with something between a questioning and bored expression but said nothing. Her circular glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, her wavy hair coming down to frame each side of your face. It was a face that you realized you knew. Despite sticking in your own little corner of the streaming world you weren't completely ignorant.
"Kyedae, right?"
"Yeah," she responded. Despite being curt it didn't come off as rude, "You're the new guy right?"
"Well, I'm not the new guy. I'm sure there's other new people too. Right?"
Kyedae was silent, her brow raised in question.
"Oh fuck…" you mumbled, "I guess I am the new guy."
"Hey, everyone was a new face at some point."
You didn't know if she was being genuine or if she merely saw the way your expression fell and was trying to be nice but either way you appreciated the attempt. It did add to your confusion of just who had been the one to recommend you for this competition to begin with.
"I guess you're right. It just feels a little intimidating. Everyone seems to know each other."
"You shouldn't feel intimidated. People are already talking about you," Kyedae responded.
Why did her response make you nervous? Oh yeah, because you received a blowjob from a taken woman on your flight here. The same woman that was now in this house partying with you. Fuck, it was not going to be fun stressing about that.
"Who–" "There you are!"
Before you could finish your question, slender arms were wrapping around you from behind. You nearly jumped as you turned your head to the side, seeing Jaime from the introductions. Her pink hair was somewhat hard to forget. As was her infectious smile.
"See. I told you," Kyedae chimed in.
"I was wondering where you were hiding," Jaime proclaimed.
"I didn't realize anyone was seeking?" you offered.
She puffed out her cheeks, pouting slightly. She slid her arms from your body, her hand reaching to take hold of yours and began pulling you back towards the party. "Well come on, I know some people who are dying to meet you!"
"Alright, let me just say goodbye to–" you turned your head back to where Kyedae had been standing only to see that she was already gone. "Oh."
Jaime didn't give you much time to think as she led you by the hand but you hoped you'd get to a chance to talk to the mysterious girl again before the competition started at least.
You weren't sure when exactly you made your way from the main party to one of the side rooms. Or how exactly you found yourself sandwiched between Jaime and Hyoon. You also weren't sure at which point your tongue had found it's way down Jaime's throat. But regardless of how or when it started, it was happening now.
Your hand was on her thigh, slowly massaging back and forth as it crept towards the hem of her pink skirt. You were vaguely aware of a hand on your back, moving in slow circles, while another one sat atop your thigh conspicuously close to the growing bulge there. It was only when you felt a kiss on your shoulder that you broke away from your embrace with Jaime to turn and see both the kiss and hands belonged to Hyoon. There was only a moment where you glossy-eyed gaze flicked down to her lips before those same lips were on your own. Briefly, you wondered if she could taste Jaime's cherry chapstick on your lips.
The hand that was on your back moved to your neck, pulling you in deeper as her tongue found its way into your mouth, dancing against your own as the two tangled. It was a different kind of embrace than the one you had just ended. Kissing Jaime was eager and intoxicating while kissing Hyoon was sweeter and more inviting. Neither was better than the other and both left your head spinning. Or maybe that was just due to the alcohol.
Not to be left neglected, Jaime began to kiss your neck as you locked lips with Hyoon. Your hand moved, fondling Hyoon's generous breast over her shirt.
"You are so overdressed" Jaime muttered, her lips brushing against your skin.
Before you knew it you felt a pair of hands pulling at the buttom of your shirt, forcing you to break your kiss with Hyoon as your shirt was pulled over your head. Jaime gave your body an apprediative once over, clearly pleased with her handiwork.
"That's much better."
Hyoon touched your jaw, turning your head back to her and promptly began making out with you again. Unbothered, you felt Jaime begin to explore on her own adventure. She began by pressing kisses to your neck, slowly moving lower to your collarbone and chest. You let out a surprise moan into Hyoon's mouth when you felt Jaime's tongue teasing your nipple.
"A nipple guy, huh?" Jaime teased before continuing her journey south.
As she moved lower on your abdomen she slid off the bed, moving to kneel between your legs. Her hands immediately went for your pants that were helping keep your now obvious erection at bay. At the rustling of your belt buckle, Hyoon pulled back from the kiss; her cheeks flushed as her eyes glanced down and waited for the unveiling of your length. It was flattering as it was intimidating. Fortunately, as Jaime pulled down your pants and boxers, you realized you were worried for nothing.
"Whoa…" Hyoon breathed as your cock sprung free.
"I need this inside of me," Jaime blurted out. Clearly any filter for her words was gone. She paused, only to look up at you with wide-eyes, a silent request to quench her curiosity.
"Don't let me stop you."
In different circumstances maybe you would have hesitated. Especially with a party still happening in other parts of the house. But there was no way you were going to stop what was well in motion now. As far as you were concerned this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. If you didn't go through with joining the competition at least you could say you had the threesome of your life.
With the greenlight you gave her, Jaime's hand reached out, circling around your cock causing it to twitch in her grasp. She gave a tentative stroke, exposing your head that was already oozing with pre-cum.
"Oh, that's nice," she cooed appreciatively.
Leaning forward, Jaime let a wad of saliva coat your cock, smearing it with her grasp before her tongue flicked out to tease the tip. The way it twitched in response earned a slight smile from her as she looked up at you, holding your gaze as she began to lower her mouth onto your member. It's girth stretched her mouth but the petite woman didn't seem to struggle. It was a surprise how she managed to go lower and lower, taking you down her throat with barely taking a break. More importantly than that it was fucking hot.
"Fuck, Jaime. How…" you moaned, feeling her tongue on the underside of your length.
Hyoon, meanwhile, was watching the whole scenario with a transfixed as if hypnotized. Even in her silence though, it was clear she was just as turned on by the sight as you were. Her flush had deepened along with the rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples very clearly poked against the material of her cotton shirt and her thighs were pressed together tightly, occasionally shifting back and forth.
When Jaime finally reached the base of your cock she lingered there for a moment, face buried in your lap as she squeezed your thigh. The feeling of her throat was tight, squeezing your length in a sensation that was hard to beat. It more than made up for the fact that on the plane you had only been able to join the handjob version of the Mile High Club. Between Jodi's hand and Jaime's throat it wasn't a competition.
Finally she pulled off your length with a gasp, leaving a trail of spit and saliva in her wake, some of it even dripping off her bottom lip. Her hand continued stroking your now well-lubricated cock, refusing to leave it unattended.
"I think that's the hottest thing I've seen since I landed," you confessed.
"Thanks!" Jaime beamed, her bright smile a contrast to the acts taking place, "I think I can make it even better though."
Before you could question what she meant, Jaime was reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. There was no bra to unsnap, just her petite breast on full display for you to feast your gaze on. With nothing than a slight smirk she moved back to your cock, picking up where she left off but this time with a much better view for you to enjoy.
"I didn't think it was possible but you were right, this is even better," you confessed.
There was still no coming to terms with this or how you even ended up in this scenario. It was unbelievable in every sense of the word but some things didn't need to be believed to be reality. All you had to do was enjoy it. And apparently you weren't the only one. An observation Jaime pointed out as she come off your cock.
"I think Hyoon is enjoying the show."
At Jaime's words you realized that the other girl had gone conspicuously quiet, you had simply been too distracted to notice. You turned your head to the side and saw exactly what Jaime was talking about. Enjoying was an understatement. Hyoon's hand had found it's way into her pants, hidden from view. The steady movement of her wrist and wet spot that had formed between her thighs told you pretty clearly what she was up to. That and the way her other hand had slipped under her shirt and slowly massaged her breast. Feeling your gaze on her, her cheeks blushed further.
"Do you want a taste, Hyoonie?" Jaime asked.
The other girl's mouth fell open for a moment, suddenly the center of attention in the room. Her eyes flicked down to your swollen cock, still firmly in Jaime's grasp. You could practically see the battle taking place as the wheels turned in her mind. Primal desire fighting against what the mind knew to be acceptable social norms.
"If not…" Jaime began to move forward again.
"Wait!"
Jaime grinned, turning her head to look at the other girl. Hyoon didn't elaborate. Instead she slowly removed her hand from her pants, sliding off the bed and down to her knees. The entire time her gaze was focused on your erection as if in a trance. As a result, you could only sit there and watch, your mind practically blank as you tried to process all that was happening. Your eyes were glued to Hyoon as she leaned down tentatively, her lips slowly wrapping around the mushroom head.
"Fuck me…" you muttered.
"Do you like that?" Jaime prompted, her hand still stroking the base of your cock.
"You have no idea. She's way too good at this."
Her tongue was teasing the most sensitive part of your manhood. It was like it was her favorite lollipop and she was trying to get to the gooey center. As you were being worked over, Jaime moved behind her friend, picking up where the other girl's hands had left off. She slowly pulled up her top until her round globes were exposed to your view. Your cock throbbed inside Hyoon's mouth as you were given an eyeful of Jaime fondling her friends breasts.
Hyoon wasn't immune to the action, moaning around your swollen rod as she sunk further down. The vibrations caused your eyes to briefly roll back.
"That feels fucking incredible, Hyoon."
Your words must have had an encouraging effect on her because she soon began to bob her head faster, the lewd sound of your cock filling her throat resounding in the room.
"Fuck…"
The room was spinning. You weren't able to compare the two girls technique as at the moment all your body knew was pleasure. And you knew if it kept going like this you weren't going to last much longer. Not when Hyoon's tongue was sliding under your rod, massing it as she continued to take you deeper. You were quickly learning that Jaime was never one to be idle as had picked up where her friend had left off. Her fingers slipping into Hyoon's pants and dipping past her folds.
"Girls, if you keep this up I'm going to blow" you warned.
"Isn't that the idea?" Jaime teased, her fingers still active. She paused before a look of inspiration crossed her features. "I have an idea."
Without expanding any further she leaned close to Hyoon, whispering in her ear. Much to your chagrin it caused her to pop off your cock, looking at Jaime questioningly as the discussed whatever it was quietly. It gave you a moment to catch your breath and steel yourself against the climax that had been building up in your balls up to that point.
"Just what are you girls up to?" you finally questioned.
"You'll see," was all Jaime gave you.
She pulled away after Hyoon gave her an affirmative nod. Hands moved to grab the hem of her top, Jaime assisting her in pulling it over her head and tossing it aside, freeing large, round globes to your vision. You didn't think it was possible but your cock grew harder as it throbbed at the sight of her breasts fully exposed. If that wasn't enough, what came next was the nail in the coffin.
Hyoon knelt upright, shifting closer she slid your hard cock between her cleavage. Her breast formed a funnel for your cock, the tip poking out to reach her waiting mouth as she began mixing the titjob and blowjob to get you off.
"Holy shit..."
"It's good right?" Jaime questioned, her tone clearly pleased with the results of her suggestion.
"More like amazing."
Good didn't even begin to describe the feeling. Her soft pillows massaging your manhood while her mouth continued to vacuum your cockhead. It was downright heavenly. The combination enough to make your head spin as your gaze fixated on the display of her tits moving up and down along your length. It felt as amazing as it looked and you knew whatever respite you had during the brief pause was quickly evaporating.
Maybe she sensed your impending release, or maybe she was just being the mischievous minx she had been all night but you soon felt Jaime at your side, nibbling on your ear and earning a moan in response.
"Are you going to come? Are you going to come in her pretty mouth? Or do you want to blow all over her tits, huh?"
You opened your mouth but no words came out. Picking required too much brainwork especially when you were this close. The sensation built up inside of you, crescting as you thrust your hips between her breasts.
"Fuck, Hyoon!"
It was the only warning you could give her. The first rope filled her mouth, causing her head to jump back in surprise. Subsequent twitches of your cock shot your release all over her tits until you were completely drained. You had come so hard that you had blacked out for a moment, your head spinning. The last thing you laid your eyes on was Hyoon stained with your come.
Jaime looked as you peacefully slumped back in a deep sleep onto the bed. She turned to her friend with a small grin, a sense of accomplishment in her words.
"I think we might have overdone it."
When the year started you never expected that this was how you would be spending your Christmas. Yet here you were, in Los Angeles, preparing to host a Christmas party for a bunch of people you had only recently gotten acquainted with. Some more acquainted than others. And while host wasn't the right word as you were technically one of its guests; the house had become something of a semi-permanent residence for you. In that sense it felt as though it were a kind of pseudo-host.
You glanced at your wrist, checking the time. Technicalities aside, the other guests should be arriving soon if they hadn't already. That should give you enough time to do anything you had left to do. The producers had been graceful enough to give everyone the night off from filming anything which meant tonight you truly were free to act how you wanted.
And you weren't the only one.
You heard your door open and turned to see Rae standing in the doorway. She was already dressed in her holiday outfit, a form-fitting mini dress with long sleeves. Festive frills decorated the bottom of it while holiday patterns added a Christmas touch to the design. As usual, her look left you stunned for words despite how often you tried to remain professional around her.
"Hey, Rae," you greeted, adjusting your tie. "Is everyone here already?"
What you failed to notice as you cheerily greeted her was the look in Valkyrae's eyes. If you had spotted it you would have noted that it was a familiar look. One that had been there on the morning of your first memorable meeting. A look that had also been there the first time the two of you had properly hooked up. As well as many, many other times in your stay throughout the competition. It was a look that usually meant one thing.
Rather than respond to your question, Rae closed the distance between the two of you, pressing up on her tip-toes to crash a kiss against your lips. Your back pressed against the dresser as her hands gripped your shoulders possessively. Her tongue snaked its way past your lips, dancing against yours as she pressed her body flush against yours. If any question of her intention remained it was eliminated as her fingers snuck down to your belt buckle.
"I want my Christmas gift early," Rae whispered as she pulled back, nuzzling her face into your neck.
You swallowed a moan, your head already becoming hazy with lust, "But the gift exchange isn't until later…."
"I don't care."
As her fingers undid the button on your pants you were briefly reminded of the exchange that had brought you to this point.
"Alright! Did everyone write their gift ideas down? Make sure you put them in the hat. Remember if you pull yourself you have to put it back in and go again."
Imane, previously only known to you as Pokimane or Poki, was at the center of a circle in the living room, orchestrating the pollyanna. Around you were other contestants on the show, people who had once been strangers but were now starting to become more and more familiar. And while some had become intimately close, others still made you nervous when they spoke to you.
"Here you go," Jodi said, handing you her slip.
You tried to ignore the way her eyes met yours or the way her touch seemed to linger as you took her paper slip. Fuck, please anyone but her, you thought to yourself.
One by one the slips were put in a hat and shaken up before being passed around for everyone to pick who they'd be getting a gift for. To your surprise, and relief, the name you pulled was Valkyrae, or just Rae. She was someone who had been nice to you from the beginning and had surprisingly gotten closer to since the competition started. You felt good about it. At least until you realized she hadn't written anything down for gift suggestions.
"Who did you get?"
A familiar voice caused you to jump in your seat.
"What?! No one. Nothing!"
"You didn't get anyone?" Rae raised her eyebrow in confusion at you.
"N-no. No, I did get someone. But we aren't supposed to share right?"
She fixed you with a curious gaze but didn't press you any further. Instead, she leaned a little closer, her fingers sliding a paper slip into your pocket. "Alright, well, if you need any help just ask. Assuming you didn't get me."
"That would be pretty crazy," you tried to joke off. "I'll keep that in mind though, thanks."
It was only later when you got to your room and checked the paper in your pocket that you realized the gig was up. Not only that, but the gift Rae wanted was something you'd never be able to give her, at least not in public with everyone watching.
Which brought you to this moment now.
You pushed your hips forward, burying your cock into Rae's dripping hole from behind. Her dress was bunched up at her hips, her carefully done hair framing her face as she braced herself against the dresser.
"Fuck!" she moaned, fingers digging against the wood.
"Hey! Do you want Miyoung or Tina to hear us?" you chastised, remembering some of the others who had arrived early.
"Just fuck me," she moaned, glancing over her shoulder, "I'll be quiet."
You had your doubts about that but when her pussy was squeezing tight around your cock and driving you insane, you weren't in the mood to debate. Instead you followed through on her command, filling her to the hilt and struggling to maintain your own volumn. To her credit, she bit into her hand as you slowly pulled out and began to fuck her with a hard and steady rhythm.
You were fairly certain she hadn't even closed the door all the way before accosting you. Yet the fact that any of the others could walk in and discover what was happening – that they'd find you plowing their friend and popular streamer – was surprisingly exciting. You could only imagine the look on Miyoung's face. Would it be horror or arousal? How would she react to seeing your rod piston in and out of her best friend. To seeing her come on your cock?
"Shit! Your stretching me so fucking good..."
Rae's words snapped you out of your fantasy, your cock indeed swelling at the thoughts that plagued your mind. Feeling suddenly motivated you decided to put her claim of being able to stay quiet to the test. You gripped her waist tightly, slowly pulling your cock out (earning a delicious whine in the process) before roughly slamming back into her. Once, twice, then rapidly again and again as you fully intended on seeing just how quiet she could manage to be. Which, judging by the way she was biting her bottom lip, was proving to be no small task.
"Rae? Did you see where I put the tinsel?"
Tina's voice could be heard in the distance calling for her friend. Despite the brief sense of fear that ran through you, it didn't compare to the rush you were feeling. And…you paused looking at Rae. Did she just tighten around your cock? Apparently you weren't the only one getting off to the idea of potentially being discovered.
"Do you like that? Is the risk of getting caught turning you on right now?"
In response Rae buried her head into her forearm, letting out a visceral moan as her tight body continued to jolt with your increasing thrusts. You could feel her pussy tightening around your cock, providing an answer to your words. Feeling emboldened by her reaction your hand came down, a sharp SMACK resounding off of her round ass.
"Fuuuck!"
Rae's words fell vulgarly from her lips, any pretense of staying quiet briefly forgotten. You briefly hoped Tina nor Miyoung had been close enough to hear that but the harder you fucked Rae, the less worried about that you became. Not when her reactions made every decibel worth it. Your hand moved to her throat, only squeezing when you felt Rae's hand place atop yours as a sign of permission to continue. Her head craned back slightly, her back arching and her ass pushing into you to meet your unrelenting thrusts.
"You better come quick if you don't want them to see us," you whispered in her ear. "Someone definitely heard that."
As if to make sure, another slap reached her ass causing a moan to vibrate against your hand on her throat. Maybe later you'd reflect on what exactly had come over you in that moment. But currently you were too far focused on everything taking over you. And even more importantly, Rae's orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave.
"Fuck ! I'm gonna – "
You had to cut off her passionate cry with your hand, muffling her mouth. She screamed in ecstasy while your cock continued to drive into her. Your initial apprehension seemed like a lifetime away. This was well worth the risk you had taken in doing this before the party and then some.
Your own release wasn't far behind her. You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, your hips slapping against her ass as you fucked her from behind. It was all too much, an overload as you chased that high with reckless abandon.
"Fuck! Rae!"
You did your best to try and quiet yourself, in the end settling for a strangled grunt as you buried yourself inside of her. Your hand on her ass gripped hard, your cock twitching with euphoria as you found your release. When it was all said and done you were hunched over Rae, one hand braced against the wall.
The two of you were both breathing hard from exertion, with Rae crane her head around. "Hey," she said, a dazed smile on her lips. She pulled your head down to kiss you deeply, tongues dancing before she finally pulled away.
"That was something," you breathed out, steadily regaining your composure.
"Just something?" she accused, brow raised.
"That was incredible. I hope you enjoyed your gift"
"Much better," she said with a satisfied smile, leaning up to place a quick peck to your lips. "And I did. As much as I'd love to receive it again I don't think we want them to find us like this do we?"
"Shit, you're right."
It had somehow slipped your mind that not only were you still buried inside of her but that there was still a party to plan. Laughing at disbelief in the situation you reluctantly pulled yourself free of the petite woman. You couldn't help but wonder, was Rae the only one who would go for a gift idea this wild? There was only one way to find out.
"Ugh, my fucking head…"
You slowly began to stir from your deep slumber. Aside from the sunlight on your face, the first thing that hit you was a killer headache. You were in an unfamiliar bed, alone at that, but the memories of last night were slowly coming back to you. Some more vivid than the others.
"Did last night really happen?" you muttered to yourself.
Honestly, it could very well be a dream. The kind of dream you would have never imagined in a million years. It being a figment of your imagination made sense. And you might've believed it if it weren't for the note on the pillow next to your head. There was a number there and it was signed by Jaime.
Give me a call soon ~
"Does she realize that we'll be in the same house soon?"
Still, you weren't going to say no to that. And the bigger point was that last night was in fact real. Fuck . That was insane. You idly wondered how things would have gone if you didn't blackout after coming and somewhat greedily wondered if there would ever be a chance to pick up where things left off in the future. As you debated those thoughts in your head, replaying last night's events in your head you were deaf to the sound of footsteps approaching the room.
"Hey, are you awake– Jesus !"
You were torn from your thoughts at the sound of an exclaiming voice. Your eyes moved to the doorway and saw Rae standing there, her face aghast as her eyes were staring directly at you. Or rather, a very specific part of you. It took you a moment to realize that this entire time you were getting your bearings and remembering last nights events, you had been sporting a very obvious piece of morning wood.
"Uh–" your brain short-circuited for a moment.
It didn't help that Rae hadn't hurriedly close her eyes or even look away. She was just standing there and staring intently as if mesmerized by the sight of it. Maybe it was your imagination but you could have sworn that you saw her bite her bottom lip as she did so. Had you not been so panicked, you might've even questioned the look in her eye.
"Sorry! Morning things," you attempted to play it off with awkward laughter, "Did you need something?"
"Uh, yeah–yeah. I was just going to say breakfast was ready" Rae said, snapping out of her daze as she scratched the top of her head. "I'll, uh, I'll you leave you to it then."
You were grateful when she closed the door behind her, done with an otherwise awkward exchange. Maybe it was your hangover from last night but you could have sworn that you felt a sexual tension in the air as well. Or maybe the fact that you had three hook-ups in two days was just boosting your arrogance. Although, did blowjobs count as hook-ups? You had yet to breach the final barrier so to speak.
"What the fuck am I thinking," you muttered, "I'm going to be living in a house with these people."
Not only that but you'd be competing against them. Yet here you were thinking about who you might be able to fuck. As if jumping at the first girl who offered you a blowjob hadn't already backfired on you. Still…the idea had some appeal to it. And if they were down who were you to turn them down?
"Fuck. I need to jerk off and shower before I get myself in trouble." .
Breakfast wasn't nearly as awkward as you had feared it would be. Especially considering you had never exactly asked permission to fall asleep in one of their spare rooms you just kind of…passed out. Not only were they understanding, though you didn't expand on the details, everyone re-introduced themselves. Apparently you had met them all already last night but that memory was gone from your mind. It made you feel a little better about being the only new guy around.
"Do you think people will be taking this competition seriously?" you asked, making small talk as you glanced around the table.
"I mean…a million dollars is still a million dollars," Leslie commented.
"She has a point," Rae chimed in. "I think I'd be fine not winning it as long as I don't come in last. What about you?"
You were quiet for a moment. Despite being the one who brought up the question in the first place you were suddenly feeling sheepish. There was a gut feeling in your stomach that said your net worth was considerably lower than those you were sharing a table with. Which in a sense should say you shouldn't be ashamed of admitting to take the money. But you were suddenly hyper aware of the fact of the financial gulf between you and the rest of them.
"Well…winning would be pretty nice," you admitted.
"Agreed!" Leslie chimed in.
"But I mean, just getting to know everyone is a good reward for me too."
"Okay, now he's just being modest!" Miyoung teased.
"It's true!" you protested.
"Uh, huh, sureee," Rae joined in on the teasing. "And who do you want to get to know the most, hm?"
In that moment all eyes turned to you and you suddenly felt like you were on the hot seat. Why did that question feel like it carried more weight than an innocent question should? Was this a trick question? If so, what was Rae's goal. Or were you just overthinking it in your head? Fuck . With the thoughts racing through your mind you opened your mouth to answer only to be interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
"Someone should probably answer that right?" you quickly spouted.
"Fine but we're picking this up later!" Miyoung said as she got up from the table.
You took the chance to relax into your chair, feeling as though you had dodged a bullet. Sure, you had put some thought into who you might want to get to know more. And there was the fact that you had already gotten well acquainted with one of the contestants…well, three of the contestants now, before things had even begun. It was honestly a little worrying but as worried as you were – especially with Jodi's situation – you couldn't help but also be a little excited. As they said: when in Rome right?
For now you would just focus on eating –
You stopped short when you heard Miyoung calling your name from the doorway.
"It's for you!"
You exchanged a look with Leslie and Rae who both looked a mix of confused and curious. Before they could start scheming you got up from the table and made your way towards the entrance. You spotted Miyoung who stepped aside to reveal none other than Hyoon. Oh fuck you thought. And involuntarily your cock began to stire at the memory of last night's events. Miyoung looked between the two of you a long moment of silence passing before she finally spoke up.
"I'll just leave you guys to…whatever this is," she said, walking away. But not before shooting you a lopsided grin as she brushed past you.
With Miyoung gone it was just the two of you standing there, staring a bit awkwardly. Despite your inebrieation last night you fully recalled her large breasts wrapped around your cock. It was a mental image that would stick with you for a while now. The fact that she was wearing a grey tank top that dipped deliciously wasn't exactly helping you to forget either.
"So…" you started.
"So…" Hyoon repeated, averting her gaze.
"Should we take this talk somewhere private?" you offered, a spidey-sense of certain someone's eavesdropping tingling. It was also an offer to help break the tension.
"Yes, please," her tone sounded almost relieved at the suggestion.
You gestured for Hyoon to follow you, as if you actually knew the layout of the place. In reality you led her back to the only quiet place you knew: the bedroom you had woken up in. The same bedroom which you had Hyoon's pillows wrapped around your cock. You glanced at her as you entered the room and the slight hint of rose to her cheeks showed she hadn't exactly forgotten last night either. The moment you closed the door, you turned and Hyoon was already spilling out words.
"Whoa, whoa," you put your hands up, "Relax. Take a breath. I think I maybe caught a quarter of that."
Hyoon paused and took a deep breath, leaving you to admire the way her sizeable chest rose and fell rhythmically. Fuck, focus! Stop thinking with your dick. You attempted to chastise yoursel, forcing your gaze up to meet hers when she seemed ready to try again.
"Sorry, I was just trying to say…I usually don't do that kind of stuff," Hyoon began, "What happened last night I mean."
"Ah, yeah, right. Same actually," you admitted, scratching the back of your neck, "I figured it was a…unique circumstance for all of us."
Maybe you were imagining it but Hyoon almost seemed relieved by your response. She pushed up her glasses on her nice, an awkward laugh leaving her.
"Ha…Yeah, I'm not really the kind of one-night stand kind of girl," she fidgeted with her hands, smiling weakly, "That's why I was thinking… Fuck , this is so much harder without Jamie here egging me on."
"You were thinking…?" you provided the probe for her to continue.
You desperately needed to hear the end of that sentence. Hell, maybe more than you needed the million dollars. To say you were waiting with baited breathe was an understatement.
"I was thinking…We could do it again sometime."
There it was.
Her words left you standing there speechless. Her was a beautiful woman asking, in perhaps the sweetest way possible, if you wanted to become – what, fuck buddies? You tried not to get too ahead of yourself with that thought but at the very least she was offering a repeat of last night. To feel her round mounds wrapped around your cock again. Hell , that prospect alone made the deal with taking. Hyoon looked at you with nervous eyes behind her glasses, almost seemingly like she was worried about having been too forward.
It was a worry you quickly put to rest by pressing your lips to hers. Hyoon's eyes briefly widened in response before melting into the kiss; her lips responding to yours. It was a much less chaotic embrace than the two of you had shared yesterday, now you were given the chance to enjoy the feeling of her lips against yours. To savor the taste of her tongue as it pushed into your mouth.
You reached up, palming her tits over the tank top she was wearing. Hyoon moaned softly into your mouth, arching her chest into your greedy grasp. It was surreal in a way, as surreal as everything else on this trip had been. But given all the chaos that had happened so far you were starting to get used to it. There was less hesitation as your tongue danced with hers. As you fondled her breast and felt that there was nothing beneath it.
"Fuck…" you let out, breaking the embrace.
"I'll take that as a yes," Hyoon chuckled, as if you weren't still fondling her chest.
"Definitely a yes," you grinned.
She bit her bottom lip when you gave a rough squeeze, suppressing a moan, "They're probably waiting for you to get back…"
"It's fine, they probably won't miss me."
If this morning was anything to go off of that might not exactly be true. In fact, they might try to harass you for details on what the two of you had talked about. But you were already leaning forward, your lips finding Hyoon's neck as she tilted her head to the side to give you better access. There was no way you were giving up a chance to finish what the two of you had started just to have small talk at the breakfast table. For her part, your fellow streamer didn't need much convincing; her hands moving to your shirt as you sucked at her neck.
You pulled back only so she could take off your shirt, her hands gravitating towards your pants and the very large bulge that had developed there. She stroked your cock over your pants for a moment, a deep sigh leaving her as you resumed your attack on her neck.
"Nice to see it wasn't just the alcohol," she teased as she stroked you.
"It definitely wasn't," you retorted. "You could make me hard at any time."
Hyoon licked her lips, as if eager for a repeat performance of the previous night. If you had more time you might've indulged, you certainly would have let her own hands wander over your body as much as she wanted. And the thought of sticking your cock between her tits again had an appeal that went without saying. But given the fact that there were other people in the house who would grow suspicious the longer you took; you didn't waste any time undressing and leading her towards the bed.
Having been something of a passenger while Jamie controlled things last night, a part of you was eager to take the lead. Hyoon let out a delighted squeal as she fell back onto the bed with you on top of her. Your hand slipped between her thighs, easily finding her already dripping pussy. That alone was enough to make your cock ache.
"You're already wet," you noted, lips brushing against hers.
Her cheeks flushed and she glanced away, "Well, yeah…"
"That's a hell of a compliment."
You would never classify yourself as a womanizer persay, but when someone like Hyoon was already wet and waiting for you how could you not grow a bit of an ego? You took hold of your length, using her slick juices as lube as you positioned yourself at her entrance. Hyoon bit her bottom lip, moaning deeply as you began to penetrate her for the first time. So much for staying quiet .
Despite everything you had been through so far. The plane ride with Jodi, the party with Jamie, and everything in between; this was still the first time your cock had been inside of girl since you arrived in Los Angeles. And fuck was it worth it. You could feel Hyoon's walls gripping your cock as you pushed deeper into her, sending pleasure sensors wild in your body. She was perfect. This was perfect. Not that you had anything else to compare to at the moment.
"Fuck," you moaned quietly. "You feel amazing."
As much as you wanted to reveal in the moment, you also wanted more . Steadily you began to move, fucking into Hyoon as her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a greedy kiss. You met her fervor with your own, your tongue meeting hers as the sound of skin on skin filled the room. Fuck, this was heaven . There was no better way to say it. She was like a dream come true and all too real at the same time; you weren't sure which one to pin it on.
Steadily your pace increased, the bed rocking beneath you as you pounded into Hyoon, her thick thighs wrapping around your waist as you worked. Her body trembled and she arched her back off the bed, letting out another cry of ecstasy. Lost in the moment, you felt a rogue almost primal thought enter your mind about how nice it would be to breed Hyoon just like this.
" Fuck ," she panted, no longer silenced by your lips, "Harder~"
Hearing the vulgar words from the usually mild-mannered streamer was enough to drive you crazy. More than enough to fulfill her request as you picked up the pace, your hips slamming into hers.
"Not too loud," you chided, "We don't want people to hear."
"H-hah..i-it's fine," Hyoon retorted, any further words cut off by a strangled moan.
"Is it?" you grinned.
You could already imagine Rae's face if she could hear the sounds she was making now. Or even Miyoung's. Given the way Rae had been looking at you when she walked in this morning you couldn't help but wonder if her reaction would simply be shock or something more. The thought alone had you fucking Hyoon harder, now almost hoping that one of them did hear the two of you.
With her breasts in your face, it wasn't long before you felt yourself losing your pace. Your mouth greedily finding purchase on her nipple. Hyoon's body arched up off the bed again, a soft gasp escaping her as you felt her pussy clamp around your cock.
"Fucking hell," you hissed through gritted teeth.
The bed rocked beneath you as you thrust forward, pounding her pussy. As enjoyable as fucking her tits had been last night, it simply didn't compare to the feeling of being inside her. At this rate you knew you weren't going to last long, all you could do was make sure you dragged Hyoon over the edge with you. Her breast jiggled as you railed into her, earning squeals of pleasure in response.
"I–!" she didn't get to finish her words as her walls clenched around your length. Her mouth fell open as her orgasm washed over her.
You weren't far behind, burying your length deep inside of her and coming with a grunt. You pumped your seed into her, enjoying the sensation of her walls milking you for every drop. By the time it was over, you were seeing spots and feeling light-headed. Your body slumped slightly, trying not to put your whole weight on top of her. As your cock slipped out of her, some of your release began to seep out of her pussy.
"Jesus…" you breathed.
Hyoon let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with deep inhales. Her eyes were half-lidded, staring up at you with a dazed look, her body covered with a sheen of sweat from exertion. "That was…" she trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Yeah, I agree," you chuckled.
You ran your thumb across her bottom lip as you moved to rest on the side of the bed. This might have just been the start of your beginnings as fuck buddies but you could easily see yourself getting addicted to this arrangement. Not that it stopped your mind from wondering if anyone had heard what the two of you had gotten up to. If this was only your second day of being in LA you could only imagine what the rest had in store for you.