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Monday, November 18, 2019

[SS-686] Model Substitute


The crowd went wild when Mikel walked out. He was not the headliner of the celebrity fashion show. How would he be? He was a b-list actor in movies and TV series.

But he rocked the skimpy blue underwear. The audience may not know his name before that night, but he was sure his social media notifications would explode tomorrow morning. 


[MODEL SUBSTITUTE]

He drowned himself in the cheers and sights of the people in the stadium. He was definitely proud of the lean body he worked so had in the gym.

The female models walked to him and removed his costume yellow raincoat.

Then they got their pails and threw water on his body. He stretched his arms and allowed his body to be wet. His muscles glistened under the spotlights. 


The hooting lasted until he walked back into the backstage. 

Mikel gave high fives with the other models inside the dressing room. His exposure was done.

He checked his phone and saw the text. 

"Saw your walk. Great job. Hope you liked it. See you at the hotel corridor on my floor after the show."

Mikel swallowed. He was uneasy about the message.

After the show and the egress, Mikel wore his clothes and went to the hotel as he was told.

When he got to the floor, Mikel saw a hunk standing by the wall, wearing nothing but stylish boxer briefs. 


"Did you enjoy the limelight?" the man asked.

"Yeah," he answered reluctantly.

"Don't I get a thank you?" the stud cooed.

Mikel rolled his eyes, "I had to pay for it right? So, why should I thank you?"

The man held his hand and pulled him into one of the rooms.

Mikel's heart was racing. The hunk was with the leading man of the TV show he was working.

He always told the actor that always wanted to be model in the big show that catapulted the career of many artists.

The leading man gave him the chance.

That morning, he called the organizers and asked to cancel his guesting and suggested that Mikel take his place instead.

And that was the reason, Mikel got into the show at short notice.

The leading man ripped his clothes until he was in his blue briefs.

He smirked, "damn. You are so sexy."

Then the actor moved closer her to his face.

Mikel cringed. "Please no kissing... No kissing... No..."

But the hunk claimed his lips. 

Mikel was surprised at how soft and sweet the lips of his kisser were. He just allowed him to devour his mouth.

After all, he owed the guy.

Then the actor turned him around, and pulled down his briefs, "nice ass."

"Please no fucking... No fucking! Noo... AHHH!"

The man's hard penis sliced into his hole. It was painful. He was cornered by the fit and heavy body.

Mikel started to shudder when he felt a burst of pleasure spread inside of him.

He allowed the actor to fuck him.

After all, Mikel owed him. 

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