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  "But when I picked this out I knew I only wanted to wear it for you."

  Knowing she's a virgin, I figure she's not gonna make a move to strip me down to nothing, so I unbutton my slacks, toss my suit coat and unbutton my dress shirt sitting them on the bench.

  Standing before her in my boxers, all I want her to do is reach out and touch my rock-hard cock.

  "You're so buff, do you work out all the time?" she asks me. She's looking her lips as she looks at my eight pack.

  "Yeah, I work out, but right now I want to work you over. Can you handle that, baby?"

  She pulls in her lip, biting hard. Moaning. "Yes, Sir."

  Maybe it's the way she says Sir, so instinctively, without request. She knows who's in charge, she wants me to tell her what to do.

  "I need you on the bed and I need to see your sweet little pussy, do you understand, Hailey?"

  "I understand." She walks to the end of the trailer, and as she moves past me I can't help but look at her sweet little ass. The panties are a thong and her ass cheeks move as she walks. I can't wait to press my mouth against her ass, lick her cunt and lick her ass.

  I need all of her, and I love the fact no one else's ever had her sweet virgin pussy before.

  She lays down on the bed and I pull the door closed--Cupid's Arrow far from my mind. Fuck the champagne party, fuck the Arrow ceremony.

  Right now, I know where my arrow is going; I know where it belongs. With her watching, I pull down my boxers and stroke my rock-hard cock.

  "It's so big, Sean. So much bigger than I imagined."

  I crawl toward her on the bed, kneeling with my cock in my hand. "You imagined my cock?" The idea of this woman at home, touching herself as she thought of me is the hottest thing I've ever heard.

  "I imagined it so many times. I imagined my hands on it and touching it. I imagine wrapping my lips around it and licking it. I imagined it inside of me, filling me up in a way my fingers never can."

  "You like to touch yourself when you think of me?" I ask.

  She nods obediently then reaches out for my cock. With her hands on my shaft, I groan.

  This beautiful woman is in my bed, wearing heels and stockings, and is a fucking dream come true.

  I want her stockings off, the panties gone.

  "I got special panties for you, Sean." I spread her legs to see what she means and see her little panties are crotch less, her little cunt soaking wet.

  "Your sweet little pussy wants to be fucked, doesn't it, baby?"

  "It wants to be fucked by you. Wants to be fucked by you so bad," she purrs, her dirty little mouth so fucking sweet.

  "A virgin like you sure knows what she's doing."

  "I practiced a lot." She raises an eye. "I bought a dildo when I knew I was going to be on the show. I bought a dildo and I practiced. I practiced putting it inside of me, but it never worked."

  "You couldn't get yourself off?"

  She's still stroking me, and I part the crotch less panties, looking at her little cunt.

  "I didn't know how to do it, Sir. I can get off when I touch myself ... but I don't know how to orgasm with something deep inside of me. I hope you can show me how to do it. How to make my pussy feel nice and good. I want to orgasm with your cock inside of me."

  Her dirty little words are gonna make me explode before I've ever thrust myself deep inside her.

  I push her legs apart, my hard cock desperate for her pussy. I press myself inside of her and she whimpers.

  “You okay, baby?" I ask as I press my hardness inside and fuck her cunt.

  "I'm glad I practiced with the dildo, it doesn't hurt at all. It just feels so good. You're stretching me out, you're making me ... You are making me a woman, Sir. Making my pussy yours. You can own my little cunt if you want it."

  I growl at her, my cock deep inside her wet pussy. I didn't expect her dirty words, not coming from a woman with such a sweet face.

  I kiss her, my hands pulling down the cups over her breasts, then running over her beautiful tits, pinching her nipples as she whimpers in pleasure.

  "Oh God, oh God, yes. Yes. Oh yes." Her arms reach around my neck as I rock into her, her legs wrapping around my waist, I pull her up, drawing her off the bed, wanting to fuck her standing up. I fuck against the wall, against my door. Her legs tighten around me, her pussy tighter still. She's so light, so small, and so perfect against me.

  She's dripping wet, her come on her thighs and all over my cock, and I know I'm close to coming too.

  "Oh, my God, yes, yes, this is it," she screams, this time no longer whimpering softly. This time she's coming with the crash.

  "Oh, fuck yes," I groan as I release inside of her sweet pussy. "Fuck me," I tell her. As she rocks her hips, sitting on top of my cock."

  She's trying to catch her breath, her eyes fluttering open, as she meets my eyes.

  "That was a real orgasm, and that was a real fuck. But next time I have you, we are going to make love."

  She smiles at me, flushed with emotion, or hearts beating fast.

  This is bliss.

  "Can we do that now?" she asks. Before I can answer, though, there's a knock on the trailer door.

  "Open up, Sean," Charlene's voice blares at the trailer door. "Where the fuck are you? It's time for the ceremony."

  Fuck.

  I can’t just have Hailey whenever I want.

  Hailey signed a contract and she's a contestant on the show.

  Chapter Five

  HAILEY

  My pussy is still filled with Sean's cock when the producer begins banging on the door.

  I close my eyes not wanting this moment to end but knowing it must. Yes, I want to make love to Sean all night long, but to him, I am nothing but a woman willing to give him my virginity.

  He might care about some other things in his life... perhaps the career he has built over the last decade?

  He looks down at me. "Fuck, I'm sorry Hailey, I don't want Charlene to know you're here."

  For a moment my chest constricts, feeling shame course through me. He doesn't want anyone to know he just fucked me.

  But then he speaks and my nerves calm. "Hailey," he says cupping my cheek. "I'm not trying to take this for granted. I want to know you more, know everything about you. But if Charlene knows what just happened in this trailer, your life will be changed. Your face will be in tabloids, and I don't care about getting bad press myself. But I care about protecting you."

  He speaks with such sincerity that I believe him. If words like this came from a guy like Josh, I would think he is trying to play me. But Sean isn't a player.

  He's a real man.

  "Okay," I say, swallowing my tears. "I just really hope I get an arrow then."

  "You want an arrow from Josh?" Sean's eyebrows crease, and I hate that for a second he's doubted how I feel for him.

  "No, that's not what I'm saying at all. I told you how long I wanted you. For so long, I want an arrow from Joshua because I don't want to leave the show tonight."

  "Get out here Sean, now!"

  Charlene pounds on the door again, and Sean sets me down, opens his bedroom door, and hands me my dress. I dress quickly and he calls out to Charlene. "Just a second, I'd been awake all day and fell asleep. Give me a damn break."

  "Fine, be on the set in five."

  "I could quit the show," I tell him. "I never wanted to stay on anyway. I just wanted to see you."

  "That won't work. I've seen the contract you signed. The show owns you for the next six weeks. If you quit, they'd sue you."

  "Really?" I pull up my dress, pulling myself together as Sean does too. "They'd really sue me for not staying on their television show?" It does make sense, I've seen people leave the show all the time."

  "They want you on it, they see your virginity as solid gold. When girls leave the show, it's a scripted exit. This is real."

  I feel so naïve about the way the show works, and when I've watched at home I really thought there were some
components of actual love.

  The way Sean explains it, this is all an act. All a performance.

  "So, I'm stuck here until the show wants me gone?"

  Sean pulls on his coat, nodding tersely. "Exactly. So, you need to do whatever it takes to get Josh to keep you here."

  My eyes narrow, not following his logic.

  "Look, Hailey, this is Hollywood. Everything is an act. Like right now, I have to act like I give a fuck about Josh and his arrows. The thing is if he doesn't give you an arrow you're going to be sequestered for the next six weeks until the show is done shooting. They're gonna lock you up in a hotel room somewhere in the Hollywood Hills and not let you leave. Not let you leak any information about the show. Do you want that to happen to you? Do you want that to happen to yourself? That's why you have got to stay on the show. That's the only way we're going to see one another again."

  "And you want to see me again?" I ask, knowing how completely insecure I sound.

  "Hell yeah, I want to see you again," he says, running his hands through my hair, pulling me close and kissing me squarely on the lips. "I want to see you again tonight. And the next night. I need to taste your pussy, and I need to teach you how to suck my cock."

  My pussy is still wet, his words sending a thrill through me.

  He wants more of me. He wants so much more of me.

  "Listen, don't come right after me," he says. "Leave the trailer in a few minutes. If anyone asks where you've been, say you were sick in the bathroom, after too much champagne. Can you do that?" Sean uses his forefinger to lift my chin, looking at me straight in the eyes. "Can you do that, Hailey?"

  I nod, hating that I signed my life over to a show that doesn't believe in love at all. The only believes in dollars and cents.

  "I can do that. I can do that for you."

  The Cupid ceremony is a never-ending affair. There only ten girls here, but somehow the event lasts three hours.

  That's right, three hours. By the time it's almost over, it's after one in the morning. My feet ache – but I'm not going to complain about that like the rest of the girls around me. After the last several months of being a barista, I'm used to being on my feet for hours on end.

  That's not the part that hurts. Not for me. What is pure torture is standing here watching these girls fawn over Josh. I can't see the appeal for the life of me, yet every time he leaves the room they whisper to one another about why they deserve the arrow and not someone else, why they would give Josh the best night of his life.

  This isn't about love... and the truth is, I guess I'm not here on the show for the right reasons either.

  Everyone seems to be fighting for the same thing, the limelight. Except me.

  I'm fighting to stay on the how so I can spend more time with Sean.

  The other thing that's pure torture is watching Sean enter the room every so often, making an announcement such as, this is the last arrow for the evening, or Joshua has a tough choice to make, or what is Joshua going to do next? With each announcement, he is looking at the camera with a seriousness I now know is feigned.

  I wish he would look at me.

  Though of course, I know he can't.

  I'm scared I'm not going to get an arrow. There only two of us left, a girl with a Victoria's Secret model body, her breasts not even double D's. F's? G's? X, Y, and Z's?

  Then, my name is called; Josh is offering me an arrow.

  "Hailey, will you accept this arrow?" he asks.

  I bite my bottom lip, looking to my right, and seeing Sean standing there, so stoic. His jaw tight, as if he hates what's happening. I hate it too.

  I hate the idea of Josh thinking I want him when the truth is I want the man twenty feet away.

  But I don't have a choice. I cannot bear the idea of being locked up in the Hollywood Hills in some crappy hotel for the next six weeks. When instead I could be here in the mansion, sneaking away with Sean whenever I want.

  "I'll accept this arrow," I tell him. And then I lean in, hoping my words are captured by the cameras. "But I'm a virgin and I don't know where to put your arrow. Will you teach me?"

  I hear a gasp from the girls... I guess I wasn't whispering quite so much as lying through my teeth.

  The truth is, when I showed up tonight, I was a virgin.

  But now, I'm not a virgin at all.

  Now, I want Sean to take me again. I want to call him Sir; I want to be his baby.

  I'm not a virgin, but with my words, I've guaranteed myself another week on this show.

  Chapter Six

  SEAN

  I leave the set, my blood boiling. Nothing about the situation is good. One night with this woman and all I can think about is having her more, longer, forever. I hear people talk about instantly falling in love on shows like this, I know people make fun if the idea-- believe it isn't real.

  And I was just like them. No way in hell would I think something like this could really happen. That the connection between two people could be real the moment they meet. But then I saw Hailey tonight and I knew without a shadow of a doubt, that I needed her to be mine.

  But then she whispered those words to Josh on set after he handed her an arrow. I know she's playing for the camera, and I've got to hand it to her for playing her part, but still, it was hard as hell to hear. Even if it wasn't true.

  It's late and the crewmembers are pushing the cast toward bed. They kick me off set too. I haven't had a chance to get another word in, a whispered something to Hailey, and a way to let her know I'll be thinking of her tonight.

  I can't risk compromising her by pulling her aside but I stand in the mansion's doorway--unable to walk away. I start to head back to my trailer but before I leave, I hear Hailey call out.

  "You did great tonight, Sean."

  The other girls turn and look at me, then return to whatever they were doing, thinking Hailey is just referring to my job as the host. Not realizing that what is happening between us.

  Hailey's eyes sparkle, my cock twitches. I know she isn't referring to my job as host; she's referring to our time in my trailer.

  I grin, raising a hand. "You were great tonight, too. A natural, really."

  I leave, not wanting to cause a scene or create a stir. While no one is paying attention to the comments between Hailey and me, I don't want to risk anything.

  As I lay in bed, thinking about Hailey's sweet body, I know the other contestants are fantasizing about Josh, but I know Hailey's fantasizing about me.

  The next day sucks, the first date cards arrive, and sure as hell, Charlene has prompted Josh to give his first date to Hailey. Charlene is hoping for some good TV, and I get it--even if I hate it.

  I head to the production room to watch some of the footage live from the date, a fucking helicopter ride and a picnic on the beach.

  My shoulders tense as I watch her in her tiny bikini, crossing the sand with Josh as he leans in close for a kiss.

  I take a sharp intake of breath as I anticipate her next move.

  "Just kiss her, kiss her," Charlie hisses in front of the monitor. Her eyes are glued to the screen, and I get it, this is her show. She's screaming into the headset miles away to somehow get Josh to go in for the kill shot.

  I can't take it anymore.

  It's killing me to watch her with him.

  On-screen, Hailey says something to Josh and I’m focused on her face as it zooms in on her.

  "I told you I was a virgin, and I am. The thing is, though, Joshua, I've never kissed a man either. And I want to know if what is happening between us is real. Forever. So, if you want me..." At this, she looks down at herself in her teeny tiny bikini, her tan skin, and her tight stomach, her hand trailing over her breasts all the way down to her pussy with a decided innocence. She's milking the role of the innocent vixen. The camera loves her, Charlene loves her, and Josh, he's practically a dog in heat.

  "So, Josh," Hailey continues. "I hope you can respect that we can't kiss yet." Hailey steps toward him, her hi
ps jutting toward him and her eyes on his cock. "It's not that I don't want to, I just need to know your intentions before you can have me." Then she licks her lips, and I want to punch the screen. I want to run to that beach and pull her away from an undeserving guy like Josh, and take her home.

  I'd lock her up in my room. In fact, she might as well be locked up in the Hollywood Hills. If she gets herself kicked off this show and sequestered at least I'll know where she is.

  Far away from Josh.

  Josh buys everything she says. "I respect you and I respect your wishes. But know this, Hailey. I've only known you for two days, but already I want you. I want you so badly." His eyes are hungry for her, and I know she's doing exactly what she set out to do, but it's a killer to watch.

  "That was fucking good television," Charlene says clapping, throwing off her headset and squeezing the shoulders of the crewmember next to her. "This is why I do this. To produce shows like this. Hailey is a fucking gold mine. If we get this right, our ratings are going to soar. Hell, we should get that other girl Jasmine to start sleeping with him, have those two fighting for him at the end. The vixen and the saint."

  I shake my head not having any space for this, it's not my job to produce the show or write the script, I show up and do my part.

  I can't just stand around and watch Hailey go on another date.

  I have to do something before then.

  The next day is a group date, and I leave my house on the beach and drive up the mansion to do my cameo. In the living room, all the girls lounge around on couches, trying to appear casual in their yoga pants and perfectly tousled hair.

  They look like cookie-cutter versions of one another, except for Hailey. She looks like she did just wake up, and I get hard just thinking about waking up with her beside me.

  Soon, I tell myself, soon.

  "Our bachelor, Josh, is going to arrive here shortly for the group date. Any ideas where you're going?" I ask.

  "I hope we're going to the racetrack. The date cards say that we’re going to race toward love," a nondescript woman says.