Her Debut (closed)

[BabyGirlLilly]

Lilly Barrett
18 years old
Most recent singing TV talent winner.
Currently on her debut music tour.

How long had it been since Lilly last looked at the clock? 10 minutes ago? 5 minutes ago? She looked at it again and cursed under her breath, damnit, only about 30 seconds ago!

Her 'appointment' was at 9 o'clock tonight. It was only 8:52 PM.

Why was she so nervous? Lots of people did things like this every day.

Didn't they?

Sure, her mind raced, a lot of women hired men to have sex with them. Or in Lilly's case, have sex with them in order to take their virginity.

Yes, that's what was happening in this case. It had all been arranged by her agent but it was all Lilly's idea.

Why did she want this? Because she was tired of being a virgin. Or perhaps it was peer pressure from the media or the crew or just from every one in general. Of course it wasn't something asked when she was interviewed, at least not on record. She would lie of course and say yeah, she wasn't a virgin.

Well, after tonight, it wouldn't be a lie anymore.

Lilly felt this was just something that needed to be done. Something she wanted. Yet, deep down, she didn't realize it, but it was something she craved.

 

[StFornicate]

Tommy McCourt pulled up to the hotel is his late-model Camaro and got out, tossing the keys to the valet and heading inside. Another night, another rich bored housewife to please, he thought. Not that he would complain. The women who called for his services were often attractive and had voracious sexual appetites to match his own.

This job was clearly different, though. The night had been set up by a guy for his own client, which was odd enough. Typically the woman in question made the call herself, albeit discreetly of course. Discretion was his middle name. He didn't even keep a "black book"; it was all in his head.

This one was definitely loaded though. The penthouse, honeymoon suite told him as much, and more. Clearly she wanted a bit of romance, and he was certainly up to the task. He rode the elevator up, up to the top floor of the hotel, got out and was greeted by a pair of burly men in black suits. Alarm bells went off in his head.

"Gentlemen," he said, nodding at them. "Tommy McCourt, here to see Miss Barrett." The two men looked at each other and nodded. They'd been expecting him, of course. One of them knocked on the door.

"Miss Barrett, your date is arrived," he called out. Tommy waited patiently for the door to open...