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Room Service

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Clothes are optional in Cleo's hotel room when Dean's the guest of honor, that is until a shocking discovery knocks both their socks right back on. 

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I've been up for five hours by the timeI walk into the Grand Ball Room where they're holding our panel. The setup looks like every other panel.I've ever been to a long, narrow stage in front seven chairs, seven waterbottles, seven Mikes. As panelis. We were encouraged toarrive fifteen minutes early, but I gave myself a full half hour. Call MeAnel call me type A, but I like to be acquainted with t e space before Iimpress the hell out of every one in it. Besides, it's nice to have a fewmoments alone to think about last night Cleo's, just so God damne sexy her confidence, the way she's notafraid to command a room, I'm into her like really into her, like so into her. I stayed up past onein the morning messaging, her on tinder and we weren't even sexting. Justtalking about our lives. I told her about the announcement I'mmaking today and she talked about the big sex scene. She's got coming up.This goes beyond any one off hookup I've landed in the APPs before we shared some real shit and I'm notexactly sure what to do about it. But I have a couple enticing ideas with my lucky: Reusable Coffee Cup inone hand, and my notes in the other I strolle down one of the Isles to theRoe, marched reserved test. One two three one of the AV textgives me a quick nod, and I nod back and take a seat. Vaguely aware of theache in my quads part of my prepanel routine is to get agood hard workout in at least three hours before helps with the jitters. Something tells me I'll be feelingthose front squats for the next few days. My fellow panelists starttrickling in over the next ten minutes. We may polite small talk, and I can'thelp wishing I didn't have to carry my family's name into every room andconversation. I enter no one mentions my parents, but I cansee the awareness of them written all over their faces. They have their own ideas about how Igot here, and it has nothing to do with my mb a or how Goddamn hard have beenworking on this eqo initiative. The ball room starts to fill up behindus. I spot Monica across the room, her hand supporting her lower back as shefiles into a row with the rest of our team. She smiles and waves. When she spots megiving me a thumbs up and mouthing you got this part of me wishes. CLEO was here forthe conference and not off filming somewhere, I'm not usually nervous for this kindof Shit, but today I could use a few of her stage, presents pointers as an actor. I'm sure she knows allkinds of little tricks. Someone like me would never even think about just having her near by would put memore at ease or give me somewhere to channel some ofthis nervous energy when Simon Gregory steps on to thestage, I'm not in the least bit surprised, she's moderated over half ofthe panels at this conference representing a small sustainable energyinitiative out of Chicago. It's a relief to know our moderator. Not onlyknows what she's talking about, but also feels passionately about it as themurmurs from the crowd died down. Simon invites us up the steps to join her. I take my assign seat between two womenfrom some of our biggest competitors and immediately crack open. My WaterBotble, the small sip I take, does nothing tohelp my dry as a desert mouth, as if that and sweaty palms aren'tenough. One look at the size of the crowd makes my stomach to a little dip, but I know I've got this. The nerves are a good thing. They meanI still care hello, everyone and welcome to thisyear's thirty under thirty panel samon smiles broadly at the crowd tossing herblue and silver braids over one shoulder after introducing each of us and thecompany we represent. She continues today we'll be discussingsustainability, as the hospitality industry continues to expand. I have afew questions for a panalist, but first, why don't we hear some fougts fromheavhen mchil who, in addition to landing a spot on a thirty hunderthirty list, is making impressive trides in increasing sustainability inthe rental property sector? There's a brief applause, as the womannext to me, leans into her microphone to respond. Heather makes someinteresting points about the various places rental property companies canreframe their understanding of sustainability and the crowd is clearlyon her side. They laugh at her clever remarks andClapp loudly when she's finished. I clap along going over my talking pointsin my head, as semon turns her attention to the rest of the panel. Thank you heavthere for sturning us off.One of the first questions I'd like to...

...ask is directed to those of you atShellley, say more established companies. What makes the concept ofsustain ability different from other obstacles. These companies have alreadyovercome across fifty bless years of business, established companies, AKA old money.Aka me I'm one of only three panalis representing old ass companies. So whenmy peers don't immediately step forward, I take my chance. I can speak to that every one's eyesturned to me and SOMON nods for me to continue. I hold the Mike loosely below my Chinand keep my gaze steadily out over the crowd. One of the greatest differences whenthinking about our response to climate change in the hospitality industry isthat it can't be retrolactive or even reactive. It's about the future andwe're not just talking about the future of our company, we're talking about ourcollective future, the future of the world we're going to leave behind. So I think it's more than just turninga profit and earning shallow accolades along the way. It's looking at ourentire operation holistically and saying: okay, what can we change andwhat can we cut out? I paused for half a second to survey.The Room, the audience's eyes are still trainedon me and no one looks like they're ready tothrow a tomato time to bring it home. That's why we're refocusing our efforts?It's not just about paper, straws or encouraging guests to reuse the sametowels during their stay. I'm proud to announce the launch ofanevant, a new initiative that will marry the level of luxury you've cometo expect with the commitment to a sustainable future. We should all haveweare partnering with the world's top minds and will devote twenty percent ofour net profits to research for a more sustainable future. It's not just aboutus. It's about all of us, the crowd claps and the other panelist,not approving y one of them speaks up to piggyback off my statement, and thepanel continues on Semon asked the rest of her questions,which we all feeled with ease before turning the Mike to the audience forany last minute. Lingering questions, a short balding man with Tortoise Shell,glasses approaches. The Mike stand a polite smile plastered on his face. My question is for the annavant men Ilock eyes with him, ready to bask in the success of the announcement, thecrowd totally aided up and for good reason, I'm damn proud of what we'redoing and I'm excited to finally be able to share it. Twenty percent of the net profit seemslike an awful lot to be sending out of the company. Are Your parents aware ofthis radical plan? Are they really going to allow you to fundow so much oftheir funds elsewhere, the crowd murmurs and my stomach sinks?This is the exact question I was afraid of the exact moment. I was trying toavoid to have worked this hard to distance myself from my family to bestriking out of my own all for this to be asked of my mommy and Daddy,signed my permission, slip before letting me run around with their moneyand pocket no fucking way, man, despite the flurry of anger raginginside my head right now, I force a good natured chuckle. The last thing Iwant is to be exactly the asshole they're all expecting years of carryingthis family name around have taught me that I assure you that my superiors are wellaware of Anovon's mission and theyre in full support of it. Your parents,company, you mean a ripple of nervous laughter, makes itsway through the crowd. It takes every bone in my body not to visibly Bristleat the Shitty. Little Pun, like I said before, we're parneringwith the brightest minds on the cutting edge of sustainability. Research havingfunding in the reach of an established company behind US makes it that mucheasier to achieve our goals and that much easier for me to shove.It up your ass, the man flashes one last curt smilebefore nodding and turning back to his seat, Samon cuts into the awkward silencewith an easy smile. All right, that's about all we havetime for you know I hate to end on a Cliqche, but I think we allould like toknow where would each of you like to see the world inten years? I respecthour efforts to end the panel. On a positive note, the answers domino downthe line of panelists until the final applause sounds and were finallyreleased as the crowd slowly trickles throughthe exits, a wave of relief washes over...

...me all in all. It could have been a lotworse. At least I didn't rip that Guy a new asshole deam ten years ago wouldhave handled that question a whole lot differently. I wish Clio had been there to see it. A small crowd of people congratulate meas we descend from the stage and I shake more hands than I can count. I guess the public launch of Venevantwent to even better than I thought d bag proud of you, buddy tod slaps, myback right between the shoulder blades. I force a smile thanks man, you weregreat Monica pulls me in for a very familiar hug, and I am grateful for thegenuine moment we're not typically huggers. She squeezes harder. You don'ttypically kill panels like that. Not True. I am pregnant. That means I'malways right. Even if she's negging me Monica's support feels great, butthere's still one other person, I'm dying to talk to about all this. HeyDean come on and Buyan althe panel at to drink Samon waves. For me to followher the friendly invitation hanging in the air between us. I appreciate it,but I have other priorities right now, thanks, but I'm wiped one drink andI'll be down for the count suit yourself. She shrugs and saunters offwith the panelists, all of whom are still giddy from the high of asuccessful. Can a one ahead to the HR seminar with us. Monica looks at meexpectantly Nah, I'm going to bounce seriously. I'm exhausted she arches asceptical brow, but the time crunch keeps her from lingering too long. Fine,I've got a pee before the next thing. You sure you're going to be all righton your own. I don't think I'll be alone for long. She smiles and gives myarm a good natured punch. Oh Shit, go get your girl man, she waddles away andI immediately pulle out my phone excitement pumping through my veins panel went great thanks for the tip about breathing fromyour diaphram. Some asshole tried to throw me off inthe QNA, but I stayed calm and on message wish you could have been there to seeit tucking, my phone back into my pocket.I take a deep breath and focusd on the feeling of my chest,rising and falling. I meant what I said about thanking herfor the tip: it's those kinds of little things that can make her break you whenyou're up on stage in front of over a hundred people. When I make it back to my room, I slipthe charcoal suit jacket off my shoulders and on to a hanger. Remember that quadwork out this morning,yeah I'm sore as hell. I change into a tshirt and a pair ofjoggers and start stretching out my legs. I wonder what clios up to right now,probably shooting a scene with her coastar how fucking wild I haven't been able to stop thinkingabout our rowe play last night. If it wasn't clear from my robot voice,acting isn't exactly my strong suit and beyond the big stars like Al Pacino orMicky Roric. I've never really thought about the day to day life of a workingactor. She's, just pretending to be someoneelse all day, but it's more than that having to be fully on all the time tobe present in any given circumstance. It sounds fucking, exhausting sure I did a panel and all, but that'sjust reciting company talking points and numbers. We get a script and it's not hard tostick to it. Our one job is not to react in anymajor way. That'll be unflattering to the brand real acting the opposite. It's allemotion the idea of doing that every day. Well, I just can't run my head around it. She's fucking impressive, my phone buzzes and I immediately swipeit open it's a message from Cleo Fuck Yeah, you did really happy for youlooks like you've got some acting skills. After all, I immediately tiedback. No, I think I've just got a goodteacher. Were people excited about the launch, Ithink so lots of handshaking and congretsafterward. I knew you'd kill it. What are you upto still wrapping up been a long day, buta good one? I finally got Evan to laugh at one ofmy jokes, so that feels like a win fucking. Finally, his loss. If he doesn't get you doesn'tknow what he's missing with anyone else, this kind of positiveuplifting banter would feel forced or cheesy, but with Cleo it comes.Naturally she brings it out in me and...

...makes it seem well. Natural all right, Casanova, keep it in yourpants, I'm about to respond with a series of question marks and Sadamogeeswhen another message appears for now. I tiped quickly reliefflooding my senses. I was about ready to make a case for the undeniablechemistry between us. Her reply arrives almost immediately. Why don't you tell me about it inperson? Tonaght, we can order a pizza it's on Webflix. I can't help the smile that spreadsacross my face. Hell, yeah, always down for a pie tossing my phone on the bed I flappdown. Next to it. I don't know if it's the stretching or the fact that I'll beseeing cleo later, but my limbs feel light like I could run another sixmiles on the treadmill or swim laps in the pool just to get this exis energyout. But something tells me that to nightthere might be a few more appealing. Activities on the menu ones theninvolve even less clothing. Hey guys, it's back a here fromconsensual, cockblocking, Oure, regular romance programming with a quickmessage from our friends at early to bed, whether Youre, booedup or totallysingle. I'm just saying you deserve a new vibrator any and every sex toilyou'd ever want. You can find it at early to bed quit giving Jeff Basosyour money and support this queer friendly woman owned Chicago based sackshop that has guaranteed the world better Saxons, two thousand and onethat' twenty years of Orgasms, with an extensive collection of curated toys tochoose from this feminise sac shop aims to be accessible to adults of allgenders orientations, experience, levels and relationship, statuses, yeahsisters are doing it for themselves, find them on instagram at early to bed.That's the number two and online at early to bedcom. Again, that's thenumber two fast discreet shipping check, topnotch customer service double checkfounded on the kind of feminist sex positivity that we're all about. Do youeven have to ask all right all right? Let's get back to Cleo an deen catch,you later master raders after a long day of filming walkingthrough the door of my hotel room feels like entering the gates of Heaven andjust like in actual heaven. I assume there are two things on the agendatonight, Dick and pizza. In that order, and all God's people said, Amen, kicking off my shoes, I opend thetinder AP scrolling past the uninspiring pickup lines from my newestmatches. Until I Land Ed my chat with Dean, we've been chouting pretty muchnonstop since Yeu left my room last night about work about life abouteverything. It's definitely not the way. Id Talk to most tinder matches, that'sfor sure, but something about dean is different,good different, like maybe this will continue beyond just this weekdifferent. He does live in New York after all, butI'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see if the Dick is any good first, as I flap onto the bed, my thumbs flyacross the keyboard at a record. Speed just got back to the hotel room. Thirtytwo sixty eight, if you forgot I'm hoping for an instant response, butthe tender APP doesn't even say he's active shit. I tap my thumbnail againstthe side of my phone and patiently awaiting his reply. I swear to God I' better, not haveturned down drinks with the cast tonight for nothing. I close out of theAPP for long enough to run to the bathroom and still my dirty laundry inthe closet, but when I sit back on the bed and pick up my phone again stillnothing Jesus. What am I going to do? Call the lobby and ask for a Mister Dean Shit. I don't even know the guy's lastname, but I'm counting on him to make good on our pizza date. I mean pizzaplans, it's definitely not a date, not when the entire thing was planned viatender message. My phone rumbles and my stomach leaps, an anticipation. It'shim I didn't forget, be up in thirty.Thirty asen minutes I groan as I roll over onto my backstarfishing across the fluffy duvet and staring up at the ceiling. Half an hour shouldn't feel like aneternity compared to the twenty four hour delay. I've had on thisDickappointment, but I've never been very good at the waiting game. I fire off a text to Ingarid hoping topass the time video chatting with her, but she's surprised, urprise visitingNoah in Indiana this week that girl has been spending so muchtime in middle America lately and from the stories I've heard. It does notmake me Miss Ohio, but she's developed a little bit of a soft spot for it,which is probably for the best based on the amount of leftover teenage inksshe's had about her hometown. I wish...

...her luck, navigating the Cornfield andwe make plans to cutch up tomorrow night instead. Well that killed two minutes. What now I set up in bed eyeing my vibrator,which I put to good use last night after Dean pieced out, it's probablystill got some charge on it, but it hardly feels right to get myself offbefore my booty call arrives. That's like putting together your ikiafurniture by yourself, but not canceling the task grab it you hired todo it for you. What's the point as much as I'm tempted to waste awaythe remaining twenty eight minutes scrolling through Instagram, I shouldprobably review my lines for to morrow instead, not that I necessarily need to for thepast month. I've done nothing but memorize Memoriz a memorhias. If you can get high off of highlighter,I absolutely have I once even persuaded Brady to run lions with me until hestumbled on a certain four letter whord. He didn't recognize and I snatched thescript out of his hands at this point. Every word is a secondnature, as my phone number, but practice makes perfect or whatever. SoI crawl out of bed and unsit my bag pulling out the busted old bindercontaining my script, flipping through the pages. I finallyland on what I'm looking for the long awaited steamy suxseene between me andEvan, where he sneaks away from his Canadian casino and our characters hookup in the gift shop after hours. Even after the full morning, the two of UShad working with the intimacy director where we corographed every touch, kissand pelvic thrust. I'm feeling a little anxious about this whole thing. It'suncomfortable to be physical with someone you have zero connection with,but it's even more uncomfortable to realize. That's exactly how I coulddescribe my sex life these past few years. My Vision Blurs as I read through thesame lines. We ran about three dozen times today, almost literally cringing,as I review the chorography in my head. I may be a good actress, but it's goingto be a bitch and a half to draw any feeling whatsoever out of these lines.If only my scene partner wasn't such wet hot garbage. If only you were, I don't know Deaneven with his admirable attempt at acting last night. I think he and Icould pull this off together. At least the chemistry would be natural and yeah,I hardly know the guy, but he made me laugh like really laugh that deep bellylaufh that had other people at the hotel bar turning their heads around tomake sure a duck. Hadn't died in the lobby and he seems like a genuinely good guy,not the pussy machine. His adult Frat Star friend, made him out to be. Iturned back to my script, ree starting the choreography in my head and runningthrough the words that are already branded into my brain. But this time Ireplace Evans grip on my waist with deans. It's Dean's arms. That guide me on tothe gift shop. Tshirt display, peeling away my heinous light blue polo toreveal the plunging black lace Bra Wardrobe put me in, I feel safer andHorner. Luckily, two quick wraps against mydoor interrupt at just the right time on my way to the door. I give myself afinal onceover in the full length, mirror smoothing out a few flyaways andadjusting the French tuck of my sweater. Whatever setting spray. The makeup crewused on me today must be damn near close to Sealand. My contour hasn'tbudged, an inch as for my outfit. It's not the caliber of sexy ID, usually OPPfor in a hookup situation, but I only packed one hot girl look and I used itup on our hotel bar date last night on the bright side, my ass is fire inthese darkwash Jens. I'm still checking it out. Wendang hits me with anotherknock coming a trouble check that I don't have any lipstick on my teethbefore. Turning away to the Mirror, I feel bad about making him wait, butthen again he made me wait till tonight to get him naked. So maybe we could alluse a little less an impatience. When I tug the door open, I met with amuch less formal version of Dean than I've. Seen so far he's ditched hisusual business, wear for a pair of joggers and a Henley, although hisusually tussled hair is perfectly combed back, probably left over fromhis panel earlier. If I have my way, it'll be good and messy again in notime hey there. Mister thirty, under thirtyI smile making no effort to hide the fact that I'm already eyeing the drawstring on those jaggers hello to you, too movie star Miny Series Star. Iplanned a hand on my hip and Dean...

Scoffs waving the correction off Wath,the back of his hand to day an Mani series to morrow the world, or something like that. Right Anyway, can I come in. I scrunch mynose staring up at the ceiling as I pretend to mull it over. Eventually, I motioned him in Mi guess come on before the PA spaziopersonal assistant. He pulls the door shut behind him before kicking hisJordans off production assistant, but you get an a for effort. I try to moveUS toward the bed, making a deliberate effort to swing my hips as much aspossible with every step, but unfortunately, something else hasdean's attention. Is that your script? Ah Shit? I should have moved my binderout of the way, but I guess I can play this off. Yep Ready to run lines with me with a shrug. He grabs a seat on theedge of the bed, pulling the binder into his lap and trailing his indexfinger down the page. Where do you want me to start? I stareat him and Disbeliefe for a moment waiting for him to break. Were my messages unclear? Didn't he get the itinerary do? Do you seriously think I invited you uphere to run lines his wide innocent eyes, blink up at me and for a goodlong? Second, I actually think I'm going to have to explain to this manwhat a booty call is, but then, finally, a shit eating grinsplits across his face. That's a little something I like to call acting. My jawdrops and the sound that comes out is a combination of a cackle and a sigh ofrelief Jesus Fuck. Thank God. I've beenpracticing. He folds his arms over his chest, causing his henly to hug hisshoulders in all the right ways. God I desperately want to kiss that smugsmile right off his mouth, but first, let's see just how muchpracticing this man has really been doing. I arch a brow nodding toward the scriptin Deane's lap. If you are so confident how about we take you for a test drivehis eyes go from confused to curious as he catches my drift all right. Let'sgive it a shot. He clears his throat into his fist and then cracks hisknuckles before starting at the top of the page in an actor voice that fallssomewhere between sultry and sports caster. What about the security cameras?I turned them off. I trail my fingers along his back as I settle in next tohim, making a point to keep my eyes on him, not the script. Androu Bross gonefor the night, it's just you and me, and an empty gift shop. What SHOALD WEDO ABOUT IT! Dean's lips pull into a devilish smirkas he scans the rest of the page. Oh so it's this kind of scene, no improvising,you're supposed to say ove a couple of dews or something similarly corny likethat right. He nods, but based on the way he's eyeing my lips, I'd, say hismind is vering away from acting any particular reason you picked out thisscene specifically. Do you want the real answer or the sexy answer he mudsed over for a moment running hispalm along the scruff on his jaw. It makes a satisfying scratching sound.That, as it turns out, is a major turn on real answer. First, then, sexy thereal answer is it's the sceneword filming tomorrow and I was working onit when you got here. I walked my fingers across the pages of the scriptuntil they reachd their destination, the drawstring of his joggers, but the sexy answer is that I've beenlacking inspiration. He smiles and shakes his head thencloses the script, sliding it off the edge of the bed, just like I hoped hewould hm sounds like something I could help with, and you should know that Iskipped grabbing drinks with the cast for this, so I'm in a completely soberstate of mind. When I tell you I want you to fuck me, his chuckle is low and rumbling in hischest. Well, it just so happens. That's what I want to in one swift movement.He weaves a hand into my hair and guides my mouth to his in a slow hungrykiss. He tastes like black coffee, but not hotel, coffee. The kind of goodcoffee, you'd pay too much for itsome,...

Butique, roaster and Bushwick, it'sbitter and earthy and intoxicating the kind of flavor. I could really developa taste for if I'm, not careful, I plant my hands on his chest, studyingmyself as his tongue sweeps in and out of my mouth massaging mine with expertstrokes. God He's a phenomenal Kisser, but I didn't invite him up here. Justto kiss. I slide one hand down his front to thedraw string of his joggers feeling the kick of his erection against my palm asI pull back from him. A mischievous smile tugging at my lips, Hay Deinmhmtake, your clothes off. There's nothing elegant about the waywe each get undressed frantically, popping open buttons and Tugging DownZippers with more urgency than sex appeal. The slow sensual pealing awayof one article of clothing after another is reserved for Valentine'sfantasies. Soon, the floor is littered with inside out shirts and discardedsocks and there's nothing between us, but my bra and two pairs of underwear,his bulging navy briefs and my high legged black pannies before I can tug those off two dean,finds a firm grip on my hips looping his thumbs into my waistband andpulling me toward him with a throaty hum of approval. These are hot. Hegives the elastic and needy tug. The warmth of his breath sends a jolt ofheat up my spine, as he pulls me flush against him. His Lips, brushing againstmy ear. You look good and black MMM. I roll my hips into him, enjoying thepressure of his erection growing against my belly, the gentle scratch ofhis chest, hair against my collar bones. The view from the back is even better a woman of my word. I press him awayjust far enough to roll on to my knees and he's all too eager to grab ahelping handful of my ass fuck. You weren't kidding. I'm sure you get it all the time, butJesus, that's a fine ass. He punctuates the sentiment with a gentle smack of myright cheek, like he's testing some rougher waters that I'm one hundredpercent willing to dive into a shrug tossing a wink over my shoulder, you're right. I do get it all the time and you can smack it harder than that. His laugh is more of a grateful. Sighcan and will do I position myself on the edge of the bed planting my elbowsand offering my ass up to him. The view earns me another low Groan ofapproval, Jesus cleal, his poems trace the curves of my hips. Slowly, likehe's trying to read the Brail of my body, you're unbelievable, he pausesfor a moment drinking me in then. He gives one cheek another firm,thwack, a soft heady Moan escapes my lips in response that okay mthat's perfect glad to hear itgorgeous. He gives my waistband another tug come on. Let's Sditch these, I rollon to my back again lifting my hips to help him ease my pannies down to myankles. He wastes no time tossing them aside, adding them to the growing pileof our discarded clothes that too. He tilts his chin toward my Bra. This manis not afraid to ask for what he wants and, frankly it's a huge fucking turnon yeah help me with it. I swivel away from him giving him thehonors of undoing all four clasps, but as he does, he surprises me by pressinga kiss into the centere of my back right between my shoulder blades, wherethe clasp was just fashioned moments earlier. He holds his lips. There brushing themagainst my skin and commanding every hair on my body to stand on end, it'ssweet and gentle almost too intimate coming from a man I only just met, but something about it feels right likehe, and I were meant to be this close before I have much time to think itover. He tosses the Bra aside and reaches his arms around me, rolling mynimples between his thumbs and forefingers fuck dean. My words come out on adesperate sigh as I peel my legs apart,...

...a gentle suggestion of where he shoulddirect his attention next lucky. For me, he gets the hint whele one hand stays steady on mybreast, the other slides between my thighs and begins working its magic, and it really must be magic. Whateverhe's doing to me, because before long, my breaths get shallow and pressurebuilds between my legs hot and insistent on being released, God, yes,Dean, I'm Goinna come, and I do hard hen long and Holy Shit.It's good. My blood is thumping in my ears for agood long minute, afterward, but other than that. It's totallysilent between us, Dean's Chin is resting on my shoulder as his handsfind a gentle grip on my hips waiting for my breaths to slow back to normal. You come easy. He murmurs the words into my neckbefore gently biting the soft sensitive skin. There thinks I think, I'm on too much of a high to decipherhow the hell to take that comment. I can feel him smiling against my neck. It's a good thing, but can I watch from the front nexttime sure just name the time in place, howshere and now a grin splits across my face. I was really hoping: He'd saythat, pressing to his feet, Dean digs up hisjoggers from the bottom of our clothes pile pulling his wallet from the pocketand a condom from the wallet you still down. For this he holds the condom uplike a flashcard like we're study, buddies, not fuck buddies. Luckily, this question is one Iabsolutely know the answer to hell. Yes, I propped myself up on my elbows eyestrained on his hips as he shoves off his briefs and unrolls the latex downhis length, God Damn Niagara Falls was quite the sit, but this is the kind ofview I'm partial to. I shift to the edge of the bed, lettingmy legs dingle off the side, Dean shrots over wearing nothing but acondom and a huge fucking grin he leans into kiss me cradling my face in hishands ready set, go dean, lets out and honest to God, Gafalpuling back for me and shaking his head Jesus you're ridiculous. You know thatI beam like the proud hilarious bitch. I am Sir, do and you're about to fuck awhole lot of ridiculous. What does that make you his coffee, colored eyes, narrow, as heconsiders it his hands sliding up and down his shaft,all the while, when he makes up his mind, he takes astep forward, closing the distance between us as he plants his hands oneither side of me. I think it makes me pretty fuckinglucky with that. He rocks his hips and all at once, he's inside me every inch of him and Holy Fuck. Ithink that makes two of US lucky. His breaths are ragged, as he thrusts inand out of me slowly at first, but gaining speed with each tilt of hiships. I watched the hunger and kneed playing out on his face te pleasurecoursing through him, the sweat beating on his brow every time he dips inside of me, it'sas good as the first time deep and certain and strong with every stroke,but when his thumb finds my clit again, I know I'm really done for I tightenaround him my legs quivering as I lose my breath again and give into myrelease with him chasing just moments behind me until we're both collapsed ina heap again, it's silent between us becausewhat do you say, Youto a borderline, stranger who just gave you two orgasmsin twenty minutes flat? How do you tell him that you wouldn'tactually mind cuddling up to him right now? How do you tell yourself that that's aterrible idea? I have zero answers and luckily,between heaving pants dean breaks the silence before I have to. Can I remember this time it's my turn to laugh I'll.Take that as positive feedback, I...

...meant to ask you earlier sure sure I sigh managing my first deep breath inOwil. No really talking on the APP isannoying. You realize that's every straight guy's line right that theyneed to text you because they're too inconvenience to use an APPspecifically built for chatting with people it is inconvenient so is gettingsent unsolicited Dick Picks. The second, a guy, gets the capability of sending apicture message. I glanced down at his Dick now soft and scrutched up againsthis thigh. Not, but I don't Love Your Dick. He andI just had a great time together. I just don't want his school pictures onmy phone Dean, smirks, Creamy Brown, eyes and arrowing run that past me onemore time. What that I don't want pictures of your Dick on my phone. No,the other part, the part about you loving, my DickJesus. You Got Two orgasms out of me: Do you want Ta Five Star Yell rerviewto he shrugs couldn't hurt God. The male ego is so fragile. I roll on to my side, propping my headup in my hand your Dick is great. I had a blast love, it mean it now put itaway. I don't like that. It's looking at me. Dean rolls his eyes, which I'm startingto think is something all men start doing when they spend any amount oftime with me, but he makes good on my request, rolling off the bed to discardthe condom and search the wreckage for his briefs. I didn't say you had to get all the waydressed. I snagged the room service menu off the night, stand and crack itopen. I've almost finished selling myself on Doubledog, when I realizedthat my dinner date is turning his shirt right side out again. Are you leaving? I thought we weregetting pizza. He lifts the brow scratching at hischest, hair with his knuckles. I figured you were kicking me out whatno I promised you pizza. I would never lie about pizza. The slightest smilepulls at his lips as he drops his shirt, letting it settle back in the heap onthe floor. Damn all right. He climbs back into bedscooting across the sheets until he's close enough to Peku at the menu. Over.My shoulder, I like having him close like this with his breath warm on myneck. His heart beat thumping against my arm. The sex was phenomenal, of course, butthis is the good stuff, the quiet, naked pizza ordering moments. This isthe sort of intimacy you can't coreograph. Are you down withPepperonian Olives Ou cute moment over? I Roll My lips in holding back the urgeto fake a gag cros. You would be an olive lover I coan do Pepperoni, though,can't we do half and half no. Why? Because I'm paying for it and I hateolives, he narrows his eyes at me, folding his arms over his bare chest. Ithought you said: Webflix was paying for it same thing. I toss my hair overmy shoulder for effect. Can't you just pick the olives off. Do you always getyour way? I slam the menu shut reaching for the hotel phone and putting in anorder for one medium, doubledoe pizza, extra pepperoni, you and this pizzahave something in common. I rerack the phone and his lips curl into hi Smarkyeah, we're both cheesy and steaming hot. I snor giving him a playful shove. No,you both take thirty minutes to get to my room. I grab another slice of pizza from thebox dangling the exess cheese over my mouth and taking a bite. When I look up,I find cleo staring at me. Her eyebrows scrunched, together hat her voices, equal parts, sarcasticand seductive I smile and raise my brows. That's exactly the word. I'd useto describe this knight so other than skipping drinks, withyour coworkers to bone. What's a day in the life of a working actor like I'm lying on my side and eating mypizza, like a Roman emperor, supposedly aigt grapes, Cleo rolles her eyes, I amchoosing to ignore that first part scooter. I Shrug and tilt my head forher to continue. She sighs and Tucks one leg underneathher looking up at the ceiling for a moment before replying we spent most ofthe day working with the intimacy director. I stare back at her likeshe's speaking, a different language. Come again shit chuckles. You know when peoplefuck in the movies somebody coographs that the same way that they corographlike a fight or a dance. I shake my...

...head letting out the slightestastonished Tuff. Your job is so weird your job is soweird. You probably sit at a desk all day right. What's weirder than thathaving to pretend to fuck somebody, you hardly know that's what's Weirder, but also infinitely more exciting thanthe glamorous world of corporate real estate. I'll give you that a thirtyhunder thirty panel and an over the top expensive as hotel sounds prettyglamorous. To me. I mean sure this place is expensive, but would youreally call this over the top? I gnawed to the three tear chandelier hangingabove us and cleosnorts, covering her mouth with her hand, he're going tomake me shoot Mazzarella out of my nose. That might be the hardest thing. That'sever happened to me during a hook up. She looks at me incredulously you. Letme see your Dick on soft. This isn't just a hook up. I fall onto my back.Damn can't argue with that. All Right: it's not a hook up. It's aPostsex Pizza de Bref. I can practically hear cleo rolling hereyes, Boo, bad pines, okay. So what is this? Then? I don't know you liketucked me in the other night: Do you normally Tuck hookups in before seeingthem naked if they've been drinking and can't consent yeah? What I'm trying to say is that whateverthis is between us doesn't feel like Justa Hook up not to me anyway. I nod Ilike it too. Whatever this is, maybe it doesn't haveto end when we leave here, you mean like keep seeing each other in New York.There is a movie theater by my place that serves alcohol and this killer,truffle, popcorn plus they're, always playing indiae movies. We could go some time. I let my eyes wander back to her. Shetucks her hair behind her ear. That sounds like something I'd likehonestly. I don't know what kind of person I'd be. If I had you so close tomy apartment and didn't let you check out the view. Oh really, I don't thinkI'd have a choice but to let you up after our date. I don't think I'd wantthe evening to end any other way. We hold each other's gaze for a splitsecond, too long before looking away. I continue rolling back on to my side, so we've covered the actor part. Tellme more about the nannying and the MOMOSA drinking a small smile forms on her lips branch with my best friend ingred is aweekly thing or it was she's got a new boyfriend, but we get plenty of girltime in when she's, not in Pittsburgh. What the hell does she do in Pittsburgh?Long Story, I'm happy for her. Don't get me wrong. Things are just different, so nannyg she shrugs Yep, not my dream job, but it pays wellwe're not all good jillionaires with cushy corporate jobs. You know I get it.You got to make ends meat, the American dream and all that Shit. I think theAmerican dream is closer to having the kind of fuck you money to pay. Someoneelse to raise your kid I'll. Give you that, but thes show sounds big, like it'llreally take off for you fingers crossed, because eventually this kid will be oldenough to make his own chicken nuggets and I'll be out of a job. I watch herpick a piece of cheese off her slice and place. It between her lips, it's got to be rough, not having anykind of certainty that you'll still be doing your job a year from now, notthat any of us know that really, but it's not something I tend to thinkabout. I am sure heating up frozen food isjust one element of a very hectic job. It takes a lot to keep a seven year oldentertained. I get that my younger brother is about that age. I used tohelp out with him pretty often, but since everything started with inevant,I haven't been able to be around as much and you know Brady's a good kid,but he's getting older and I'm sorry. What's your brother's name, Brady Brady? What mic Daniel cleof stares at me, like I have a thirdeye sprouting on my forehead. Is Your name Dean mcdaniel? I stare back at her. What the Hell am I missing? Yes, Holy Fuck, oh my fuck, I'm the nanny, I'm yourbrother's, fucking nanny. My mind goes blank. This isn't real!This can't be real. I say the only thing I can think of fuck...

...we half unconsciously scoot away fromeach other and Cleoo pulls the white duvet up over her chest like actresses,do in the movies. I can't believe I fucked my employer's son. I can'tbelieve I fucked my brother's nanny, I'm a fucking cliche Jesus, I'm just like my Dad, your dadfucked his brother's Nanny, my dad fucked Brady's Nanmy like seven yearsago. Oh, oh right, there's a reason you never see. Terry around Helen makesdamn sure of that he's on strict orders, never to even lay eyes on you, letalone brushd fingers. My Dad's affair really did a number on her iks Brady was a hillmarry baby, one last ditch evert to save whateverwas left of their marriage and then my dad fucked the nanny, andthat was pretty much that I swing my legs over the side of the bed and waitfor one of us to find a solution, an epiphany anything to make this feelless skevy than it currently does. So would your mom be like cool with thefact that this happened or I can hear the anxiety mounting inCleo's voice sure I might feel like a fucking creep, but this is herlivelihood. We're talking about. I scrub a hand over my face. If anything should be pissed at me. Let's just say the whole, I'm just likemy dad thing did not originate from my own head. So you're telling me it'syour relationship with your mother and not my job. I should be worried aboutnot much of a relationship to begin with mommy issues, great one moreproblem to add to the pile where civil professional it won't affect your employment. I can feel myself going stiff androbotic like I did when we roll played a couplenights ago. Suddenly, all that cheese is feelinglike a bad idea. I imagine my mother finding out aboutus the Kurt dismissive look on her facethe cool breezy insult. Like the time I brought my collegegirlfriend home and she had won too many votgassodas a cocktail hour like the time I had one too many butcusodas at cocktail hour. My stomach lurches, Jesus fuckingChrist, Hey Dean, you're, really quiet right now. It's kind of freaking me out. I snap back to reality, where I'mtwenty nine years old, where I'm in bed with a brilliant gorgeous woman, and wejust had some of the best sex I've had since well ever I'm an adult God, Damn it and I'm notthe only one trying to figure out what the fuck to do right now. Sorry, I turned to face a very wide eyed clioshe's, not the kind of person. I ever really imagined, looking scared and she doesn't really more likeapprehensive nervous intrepid who the fuck o Vanami rightnow I looke down at the Devey the problemsolving wheels in my brain slowly, starting to turn again okay, so we slept together right. She nods her brows scrunched, togetherno shit, but we didn't know you work for Helen sure, but now we do sologically, we can't do it again. I frown that sounds less than ideal. Now, I'm in full on businessnegotiation mode. I agree, but I also don't want to look your mother in theeye fully knowing I've seen her oldest son's Dick, I paused my mind running atfulltill trying to find a solution. Okay, maybe we can fix this, it's not like. I lived there oranything and I'm not the one paying your bills. So ethically, I think weget a pass. CLEO keeps nodding, but the look on her face is less than reassured. Finally, it hits me it's so simple, soclear so right in front of our faces. I can't believe we didn't think of itsooner. I smile and scoot closer to her my handmerely inches from hers. Well, you're, just a nanny right. So can't you likefind another nannying job her eyes, narrow and she scoffs pulling her handaway. She turns and reaches for a Silk Robehanging near by you're, really something you know that there's hurt inher voice and anger, not what I was expecting. She stands and slides the robe over herarms and ties the belt tightly around her waist she's fucking stunning,...

...not that I can really take too long tothink about that right. Now I climb over to the edge of the bed. I'm sure there are plenty of familieson the upper east side, just dying for a nanny actors, hmamosa drinker towatch their kids. She lets out a quick short breath through her nose startspacing her eyes widening as she raks her fingers through her hair, I'm lost. I thought I was helping. Doyou really think it's that easy? And do you really think I'm about to leave myone steady, well paying GIG for some random tinder hook up? I thought thiswasn't just a hook up. Oh grow updine you're, the one who was talking aboutkeeping this going in the city with Goddamn indie movies and trufflefucking popcorn. I thought actors love that kind of independent bullshit. NowHen tickets cost twenty five dollars a pop. Well, it's not like nannying is asalaryed position. Families need help all the time. Don't you rely on thatkind of flexibility? For your hobbies, her eyes flash with rage and she stopspacing. My hobbies. Is that really what youthink acting is a hobby. I mean it's not exactly the most stableway of light. Now it isn't, and why do you think that is dean? It's fuckinghard? If it was easy to do, everybody would be doing it, but it's not it'shard as shit and this business is cutthroat and I'm got damn good at whatI do. Okay, fine. How would I know? Yes, how would you know anything about me ormy life or my job whor, my struggles? I have student loans, the size of yoursalary. You've had everything handed to you from the day you were born, you're,a mcdaniel. What the Hell would you know? I don't respond instead watching herstare at me, hands on her hips, her chest heaving with anger. So that's it then that's how she seesme not as Dean, not as a man. Who's workedhard for what he has as mcdaniel. Okay, then I should go. I grab my shirt off the floor and pullit over my shoulders, Cleo sniffs and crosses her arms yeah. You probably should I finishedgetting dressed and walked to the door, but when my fingers hit the KNOB, Iturned around to face her, even if this is new and casual leaving.Things like this just feels wrong. She's perched on the edge of the bedand chewing on her lip her eyes trained on the floor. Cleo I just codin. She doesn't even look up to watch me.Leave Hookup State of mind, is written byBecka, Morgan and Amelia Jrose, produced by consensual, creating steamyfeminist first romance for riot girls, special thanks to baby money and thedown payments for the use of our theme: Song, O boy streamable on Scotify, head,sound engineer, Joh, mcmel, studio, recording by John mcneal and Sam Silver,moodlighting engineer, mixing by spiral like creative and mastering by eitingOfvaura. This episode was performed by Daniel Jordan, Nadiapelatier NicolMichel Haskins Druw, Michelle Tim McCarthy, R, j, Sicutt and Aaron mcneeltune in next week to hear Cleo say personally, I'm of the opinion that ifI'm not the one doing laundry, there's no harm in getting crumbs in the bed.

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