Chapter １９

His fingers sucked once and he couldn't stand it, but he sucked twice! Twice I was forced to suck away during my first coma, and the second time I was forced to suck away. Either way, it was rape!

I swear to myself that from that miserable night I will never go from being a playboy to being an AV heroine again, even if the clear water flowing from his fingertips will make me better. But only slightly better, and when the new day came, I slept soundly until he sucked my fingers three times.

Ask me if I can smoke. . . Say no. . .

Didn't stay! Get it in your mouth, get it in your mouth, get it in your mouth, get it in your mouth and buy it food with it, it won't make a fuss, it will only suck with its fingers until it can stick its fingers down its throat!

But getting sick is good. When I was sick, he temporarily canceled my nutrition, so I didn't have to be forced to suck my fingers by it, and then suck my mouth by it at the same time. This guy's nutrition. Let me get myself out of bed, but the symptoms didn't improve. Just at the level, let yourself go out and breathe the air.

Just like Richard knew I was much better, because at dawn, he called me directly and put Keith's clothes. So I'm going to take him to the college film club room to make an appointment.

When I came to the club room, the noise of the club members came from the door, which made me realize that everyone is busy now. More importantly, when I open the door. Many people in the clothing department are busy sorting out clothes and letting the actors try them on. The feeling of panic appears in front of us, which makes people have a headache.

I tried to ignore a young girl who, like Richard's men, played the extraterrestrial prince in Cass that day, and let her continue to take care of Keith. Before I left, I sat in the corner and felt like I was still running around.

But Keith and Richard's younger generation, who had not sat much and changed in the small fitting room, came back. I took one look and had to shake my head at the strangeness of the clothes.

His main outfit is a tight black suit, red robe and black boots, which looks more like Dracula than an alien prince. Besides, without much fashion sense, how can there be the same color tone? It is nice that the boots also have golden pleats and different patterns. And Keith looks good enough to make up for the flaws of this dress, especially the makeup and hairstyle. Otherwise, I won't wait any longer. People who scold clothes know, know.

"Kevin, can you help me take Keith to the studio next door? So I can shoot a poster." Richard said to me without expression under his hand if I was in the mood to help.

When I didn't answer, I looked at her angrily, and she repeated it again, and I had to draw her face.

"Where's Richard?"

"I'm going to a meeting about the shooting location. I'm going to the studio later."

I want to scold this damn friend. This is not my job, but I must be responsible. That's my job.

I also wanted to refuse Richard's men, but when I saw her called away, I couldn't help but accept her tone sympathetically.

"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it."

"Thank you very much!" She answered in ecstasy, then left to deal with another matter, leaving Keith and I to look at each other for a moment, until he broke the silence.

"In the eyes of people on Blue Planet, alien clothes are outdated. Unique clothes are more fashionable than before."

"Yes, very modern, very modern, how about your silver sequined tights? If you had wings, I would understand that you are an alien beetle." I like it.

Keith frowned, a little confused about what a bug meant, but I didn't care, just got up and drew him away from the room to follow.

Richard's studio is next door to the club. As a matter of fact, my house is not called next door, because it is far apart, so I can walk out of the club room. I had to walk down the corridor to the end of the building, then turn right and I found the studio. I wanted to pull her back and shout in her face, "Is this called her next door?" But I didn't invest so much money, so I had to complain in my heart and then push the door and go in.

Like all studios, there are black partitions, white scenes and camera lights in the room. I was surprised that it wasn't what I originally imagined, so I had to reopen the room. I promise you, if Richard shows up, I'll scold him for making me so hard.

When I finished the room, I sat in a chair in the corner. Dizziness and poisonous fever continued to torment me, and I felt that I was a little impatient.

Too bad, this must be the consequence of the night tour. No. . . It's not a night tour, it's because that damn bastard took a sip!

I lowered my head, put one of my arms on my knee, and then raised my forehead, never feeling my head as heavy as it is now, so I wanted to go back to my room and go to bed.

Because I was a dead man, Keith stood there and broke the silence.

"Your illness doesn't look very good."

"For whom?" I said, of course, this is a question that doesn't need to be answered, but Keith answered with a blank face.

"Because of me."

"I don't play the game of twenty questions, don't bother me," I said sternly, looking up, but it didn't make Keith aware of it, and he repeated the remark that made me frown.

"If you want to recover, get nutrition from me." No, he still held out his index finger in front of me.

I looked up at my long index finger, which had sucked countless times, and there was a trace of admiration on my face, and then I looked up uneasily at the handsome face.

"Tell me I don't suck your fingers anymore. Look at your mouth. No!" Before I coughed, I yelled until I threw myself away.

Keith looked at me motionless, and I saw the worried expression that disappeared in an instant.

"You can choose to smoke yourself or force yourself to smoke."

When I heard the word "forced", the dizziness on my head suddenly disappeared. I looked into his face wide open, and he still didn't show any expression, but I realized he was serious, and he was serious if I didn't start looking from other days. You should know what fate I will fall into in the next few minutes.

The suction in the room is not very great, but there is too much suction outside.

"But this is the studio." So where I quote.

But it didn't work, because Keith still looked at me with the same eyes and sounded smooth.

"You can be anywhere if I want."

"What should I do if someone sees me?" I started yelling, but like I said, yelling just because he wouldn't listen and just said what he wanted to say.

"Choose to suck or not."

I covered my mouth tightly and looked at the guy's face, knowing that if I didn't decide to suck myself, I would be forced by him to suck my fingers, so I had no choice but to say yes.

"Yes! Suck, suck."

When the sound was over, Keith pointed his finger at my mouth. I quickly grabbed his hand and said nervously before his finger reached into his mouth.

"No, I'll take care of it."

Keith raised his eyebrows, raised his index finger, waited for me to suck for a while, but I still opened my mouth and put his fingertips in.

The sweet taste flows into my mouth bit by bit, which makes me feel more powerful than before. However, it didn't lighten the weight on my head. I sucked for a while, put one of my arms on my knee, and then lifted my head up again.

At first, I just wanted to suck, but as Keith got closer, I realized that my eye level and crotch level were perfect.

I'll slide into your target! ,

I spat and spit his fingertips out of my mouth.

"What the hell are you doing!" And then yell.

"I saw you didn't smoke, so he came closer." He seems to know what I'm talking about, and he replied with a face on his face when I pushed him away.

"Bring the target closer so I bump into my face and others see me eating your lollipop."

"Lollipops,"

"Well, lollipops." I don't want to explain, lollipop means, he knows, but,

But he made me almost forget when I was sick, suddenly took my hand, sucked me back, and slid to my goal.

"Lollipops,"

You don't need to repeat!

My skull is heavier now than before, and I pulled his hand out of his crotch and sucked it back to cover up what had just been said.

Keith didn't ask me any questions and let me suck my fingers, but this time I stared at the door with paranoid eyes, paranoid is nothing. I'm afraid someone will see me eating this guy's lollipop.