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I worked my lips down around his thick shaft. It felt truly wonderful in my mouth.

I slid my mouth down along his cock, bobbing my head up and down. My hair was becoming undone from the bun I had it in, but I didn’t care.

Colton reached down with his strong hands and gripped the side of my head. If a guy in a one-night stand had done that, I would have been enraged, and felt violated. But I loved it when Colton did it. I loved having him hold my head like that.

The door swung open. We both heard it.

Colton had been bucking his strong hips slightly. He stopped, frozen in his position.

But I didn’t care.

I kept sucking, moving my mouth expertly along his cock. I used my tongue to swirl it along his shaft.

The taste was extraordinary…I got lost in it. For a moment, I completely forgot there was someone else in the bathroom.

I heard the door to the stall next to us swing open. I saw a woman’s feet down below the stall wall.

Fortunately, she didn’t seem to see us. But, honesty, I wouldn’t have cared if she did.

This was unique for me…I was getting almost as much pleasure just giving pleasure to Colton than I would have it he had been fucking me. Of course, it was a different type of pleasure. But it was intense just the same.

Colton didn’t last long.

He bucked his hips, finally cumming. He let out a moan…a moan that sounded unmistakably male.

The women in the next stall over didn’t say anything. She just quickly flushed the toilet and left the bathroom.

I realized then that even if Colton was the bad boy…that it was rubbing off on me…I was being the bad girl just as much as he was the bad boy. He was slowly transforming me…it wasn’t something he was consciously doing. It was just, as I said, rubbing off of me. That’s the best way to explain it.

Colton’s cock spasmed in my mouth.

His cum flooded my mouth.

I loved the taste of it. I had never liked the taste before, and had always avoided getting it in my mouth, at almost all costs. But I surprise myself. I swallowed every last drop of that delicious salty sperm…it tasted almost like oysters on the half shell, in a weird way. Maybe his semen was different, and had a different taste, or maybe it was…well, I had read that both semen and oysters contained significant amounts of the mineral zinc. Supposedly, swallowing cum was actually healthy.

“Wow,” whispered Colton. “I’m surprised at you, Katy.”

I just gave him a wink as he buttoned his jeans back up. I helped him with his belt.

 

 

 

23
Colton

 

“Thanks for meeting with me again so soon, Colton,” said Cambridge Whitehead.

“Of course,” said Colton, not really knowing what to say. It was he, after all, who felt he owed
a thanks
to Cambridge. But something about Cambridge’s demeanor made him not say anything.

In contrast to the fine dining restaurants they had met at before, this time they were just sitting in a simple city park.

Cambridge was puffing industriously on a very large Cuban cigar.

Colton sat next to him on the park bench, with both feet on the ground. Cambridge had his legs crossed at the thigh, looking quiet stylish in a suit.

Cambridge spoke in a low voice. The whole atmosphere reminded Colton of those Soviet era spy movies, where spies would meet in public parks and do ‘dead drops,’ or conspire behind newspapers, whispering secret code words to each other.

“So what’s the plan?” said Colton. “You said you were ready to share the next step with me.”

Cambridge smiled, but didn’t say anything for a few moments.

“Yes,” he finally said. “And I believe you are ready. You know, I don’t take on just any clients. I find that I chose my clients as much as they chose me. I did a whole background check on you, Colton. You wouldn’t know what I know about you.”

“Is that so?” said Colton, fidgeting with his cowboy hat, and shifting his feet in his cowboy boots.

“Nothing too unseemly,” said Cambridge, with a grin. “But anyway, the point is that I know you’re the man for the job, so to speak. I’m going to make you a lot of money, Colton. And you’re going to make me a lot of money. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship, right?”

Colton nodded. He was wondering what would come next. This talk was all sounding a little strange to him, if he was honest with himself.

“So here’s the deal, Colton. First of all, when you hear celebrity news, and you’re trying to be a celebrity remember. Anyway, when you hear celebrity news, what do you hear about? Do you hear about their dogs, their jobs, their new movies, or their marriages?”

“Their marriages,” said Colton, slowly, not sure where Cambridge was headed with this line of thought.

“Exactly,” said Cambridge. “And you have to know what most of those marriage aren’t real. I mean, really, what are the odds that two famous people are going to get married to each other, when there are millions if not billions of other suitable, yet non-famous people, for them to chose from?”

“I don’t know,” said Colton. “I always figured they met on movie sets or something like that.”

“That’s true for a small minority of the cases. But the vast
majority are
fixed marriages.
They are set up by people like me, Colton
. Us top agents have an eye for the newspapers, and eye and a sense of publicity. We know that we can increase the popularity of a client just by setting them up with a new client, and staging a marriage.”

“So the marriages aren’t real?” said Colton.

“Well,” said Cambridge. “They’re real in the sense that they’re legal and everything. But no, they’re not real. And usually the stars and celebrities go on dating
whoever
they were dating before the fake arranged marriage. But the important thing is that the couple is seen together, going out to dinner, walking the dog, that sort of thing. Usually it’s necessary for them to live together.”

“And they just live like roommates?” said Colton, astounded. He had never suspected that this was the case with all the celebrity couples he had heard about. Although, granted, Colton didn’t exactly follow celebrity news that closely. Sometimes he merely happened to glance at a tabloid cover in the grocery store or something like that. But he had to admit that what Cambridge was saying, no matter how strange, had a certain ring of truth to it…it made sense in a way, since almost all the celebrity news he could remember from the last decade was about some famous couple getting married or getting divorced.

“Well, yes,” said Cambridge. “They usually are supposed to be like that, celibate. And most of them are dating other people at the time. But you’d be surprised how often I’ve had to deal with one of these celebrity couples falling in love for real. I guess close proximity and constant contact actually does often make love…”

“Wow,” said Colton, not knowing what to say. After a pause, he said, “So why are you telling me all this?”

“Really? Colton? I never thought you were dumb, but I guess bull riding is more your specialty. I’m telling you all this because this is exactly what we’re going to do for you. We’ve arranged the woman already…
.your
wife.”

“My what?”

“Your wife, Colton.
Come on now
,
think about it
. You’re just starting your celebrity career, really. There’s really nothing else you can do to get into the papers except for marrying someone whose career has already taken off…someone whose career is leaps and bounds ahead of yours. You’re going to get all her publicity…and basically for free. I’ve worked out a very good deal with her agent. The whole thing is already set up. All you have to do is sign the marriage license. In these types of cases, we like to say that the marriage ceremony was a special and private affair for only friends and family. That way, we don’t have to go to all the trouble and expense of actually making a fake ceremony. You can imagine how much of a pain that would be, can’t you?”

“I guess
so
…” said Colton, not saying anything more for the moment. His head was spinning. This all sounded so crazy, so intense,
so
over-the-top. He knew he couldn’t go on riding bulls forever, but he had thought becoming a celebrity would have been a lot simpler. He thought it was simply about getting the right agent and appearing in some commercials here and there, maybe some sitcom guest appearances, or something like that. He’d never in a million years thought he’d have to ‘fake’ marry someone else. And who knew
who
Cambridge would have picked? It could have been someone awful, someone nasty…he had heard that celebrities were a nasty bunch, mean and demeaning to the people around them.

What would Katy think when he told her?

Shit, he had forgotten about Katy. She would kill him.

She hadn’t liked seeing those other women around him in the country bar. She sure as hell wouldn’t like another woman being married to him.

But…

Colton couldn’t ride bulls forever. He was always saying that, and it was true.
Too damn true.

Colton needed this. He needed to push his career forward. He needed to do whatever it would take.

Katy would understand.

He’d make her understand. He’d explain everything to her.

“I’ll do it,” said Colton.

Cambridge took a big puff of his cigar and leaned back on the park bench and smiled.

 

 

 

24
Katy

 

I couldn’t believe it.

Colton had just come it and told me he was getting married.

I just couldn’t believe it.

Tears started pouring out of my eyes. They weren’t even welling up. They were simply streaming down across my fast, making the little make-up that I was wearing smear terribly.

“How could you?” I said in a soft but terrible sad voice.

“Listen, baby,” said Colton, taking off his cowboy hat and placing it on his knee, revealing the tousled hair that only made him look more rugged, more handsome. It only made me want him more…his looks and little gestures. He was sitting next to me on my couch in my apartment. He put his arm around me, trying to put his hand on my shoulder, but I pulled away from him and kept my back well away from the back of the couch.

It felt like the world was crashing around me.

“Baby, it’s not like that…listen, it’s not like I’ve leaving you. I mean, we’ve only known each other for a short time, but we’re in love. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with anyone else.
No one else.
You hear me, baby? No one else.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything. I was sobbing. The words were all gone. I didn’t have any words to say.

Colton began to explain his meeting with Cambridge Whitehead. Right away, I hated this Cambridge Whitehead man. He sounded absolutely horrible. And anyway, what kind of man could come up with a plan like this…but then again, what kind of man could accept a plan like this? I couldn’t believe that even with Cambridge’s apparently superior powers of persuasion, he would be able to convince Colton…my Colton, of a plan like this. It just sounded so fake, so cold-hearted, so calculating…

Colton continued explaining. He explained and explained, using a calm and soft voice.

By the end of it, I felt a little better. I had to admit, it had sounded terrible at first but Colton kept used phrases like “good for the both of us,” and he kept describing that whatever sort of man Cambridge Whitehead was, he was certainly very good at his job. Cambridge really knew how celebrity careers worked, and knew how to manipulate them and launch them…
.and
also destroy them. Colton was sure that if he didn’t follow through with this plan of Cambridge’s, that Colton’s career would be over.

“And Cambridge wanted me to move to New York City, but I just couldn’t do it. He proposed the plan a week ago or so, but I just couldn’t leave you. I didn’t want to tell you, since I felt like it might sound like I was moving too fast in committing to you…but…”

“You didn’t move because of me?” I said, choking back some tears, and finally managing to speak.

Colton nodded. “That’s right, baby. I did it just for you. I mean, New York City would have been a good move for my career as a celebrity and everything, but I just couldn’t do it.”

I nodded. “I did the same thing,” I said, the tears finally starting to slow down. But my face was still this with tears. “I was supposed to move to Napa Valley…apparently the wedding planning business is a lot better up there, you know. Apparently people are making a lot more money. But I didn’t want to do it we had just…connected, you know.”

“You mean fallen in love?” said Colton.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Wow,” said Colton. “It makes me so happy to hear you did that for me…although I hate to think the business you lost…but I’m so happy to have you here with me, baby. You have to remember this whole marriage thing is just a sham…and Cambridge says we’re going to get divorced within a month…”

“A month?” I said… It was sounding better and better. I supposed that for a guy like Colton, I could deal with him having a fake marriage for just a month to another woman.”

“Just a month, baby, and then you’re all mine.”

“And it’s all fake?” I said. “You’re not going to kiss her or have sex with her or anything.”

“None of that,” said Colton. “The whole thing is fake. We’ll just have to be seen in public holding hands or something like that.”

“And the wedding?” I said. “When is that going to be?”

“I guess Cambridge said we’re going to act like it already happened, and that it was a private affair. He said he didn’t want to go to all the trouble of arranging a fake marriage. I suppose it’s not wroth it for a month-long fake marriage.”

“But don’t you think it would be better for your career if it were a real marriage ceremony? That way the photographers could get pictures of you in your wedding suit and all that…I suppose you’ll want to wear a western suit with a bolo tie and a cowboy hat and all that.”

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