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eyes, and ran her tongue slowly along his cock from the base to the tip, then took the whole thing in her mouth. He was big, but then she remembered she might have read that about him somewhere. Nice to discover you could believe some things you read in the tabloids.
    She took him out of her mouth.
    “What’s wrong?” he said.
    “Let’s go back downstairs.”
    “You sure do like to move around a lot,” he said, but he helped her stand. He kissed her mouth, better this time, then her neck, his hands on her breasts then sliding down to squeeze her ass and pull her pelvis against his. The feel of him hard against her stomach made her pussy throb, and she knew she had to get him in place to fuck her properly.
    “The stairs,” she said huskily, and she didn’t have to ask twice.
    They stopped halfway down, and Violet again turned to look out at the winking lights and the glow of the Empire State Building. In her state of arousal, it seemed for the first time to be such an obvious phallus, a brightly lit cock beckoning in the center of the city.
    But the best part of the view was the reflection of Ryan Ellison.
    Ryan pressed up against her, his cock rubbing against her ass. He slid his hands around to play with her nipples, and he licked the small of her back, which gave her a chill up her spine. “Fuck me,” she said, leaning slightly over the railing, watching herself in the window. She locked eyes with her reflection, anticipating what Ryan would do, how he would enter her and what that cock would feel like inside.
    She was surprised when he took a minute to eat her pussy from behind before grasping her hips and pushing deep inside, long hard thrusts that made her gasp. But she relaxed into his rhythm and watched their beautiful reflection. Between his thickness buried deep inside her and the sight of herself with a movie star, she knew her dry spell was going to be broken. She was almost giddy with anticipation of her orgasm, when his movements slowed.
    “Don’t stop,” she breathed.
    “I want to fuck you in the ass,” he said.
    Of course you do, you latent homo perv, she thought. All you guys do.
    “Hmm, is that so?” she said.
    “Yeah—that tattoo of yours is very... suggestive.”
    It had been a while since she’d agreed to take the submissive position of accepting anal. She loved getting fucked in the ass, but so few guys were any good at it. But if she didn’t give her ass up to Ryan Ellison . . . who was she saving it for?
    But now the chance of an orgasm was over. She never came from anal. It was only pain—but the best kind of pain. Besides, this night had never been about her getting off. It was a dance—a show from one performer to another.
    “Okay,” she said.
    “Cool.” He pulled out slowly. “Be right back.”
    While he went to the bathroom—hopefully to find some lube—she fingered herself, admiring her reflection. Thank God she was beautiful. At least that was one thing she could count on. Everything else was such a hassle.
    Ryan padded back down the stairs, resuming his position behind her. He used both hands to spread her ass and stuck one finger inside of her. She gripped the railing, resting her head on the back of her hand as he slowly eased his cock into her ass.
    She felt the familiar sting of pain and near-pleasure, the intense sensation that confused every synapse in her body. Ryan made a noise, his hands grasping her hips tightly.
    Violet wished she could come. She closed her eyes and thought of a girl she had met after a show a few weeks ago. She hadn’t been that pretty, but she had the softest, pinkest pussy Violet had ever seen. She ate her out for an hour and lost count of how many times the girl came. But Violet left unsatisfied.
    Violet reached down and touched herself, thinking of that pink pussy. Surprisingly, she felt tension building in her cunt, and she kept rubbing as Ryan moved his cock in and out of her with cautious strokes, his breathing heavy. And then