"Oh my god!" I try my best not to completely fangirl over him, but my heart is nearly beating out of my chest with excitement. "I'm a huge fan."

He looks surprised. "You? Really?"

"Yes, absolutely!" His smile widens, and he seems flattered. "You are one of my favorite porn stars. I get off to your videos all the time," I say, then hesitate. My eyes widen. "Is that weird to say?"

He laughs. "No, not at all. That's kind of the point of my job."

"Okay good. Because I think you are insanely hot and so talented. And your cock is just so beautiful ..." I cover my cheeks with my hands. Why am I being so weird? "I'm so, so sorry. I'm incredibly blunt sometimes."

"Don't be sorry, I like blunt. And I'm beyond flattered." He steps closer and appraises me. "This never happens. Women don't typically admit to being a fan, especially in real life situations." He looks like he changes his mind. "Well, not the sane ones at least."

I chuckle. "I think you're giving me too much credit." He laughs too. I try not to stare at him, but it is so difficult. When his phone chimes and he moves to grab it, I decide I should get back to work.

I walk into the bathroom and replace the towels, toiletries, and quickly wipe down the mirror and countertop. I still can't believe he is standing in the next room. I walk back to my cart and Mickey is staring at his phone. He looks up at me and smiles when he catches my eyes.

"So what brings you to the middle of nowhere?" I ask, trying to make small talk as I stuff the towels into the basket.

"I'm developing a new line of toys. They're being manufactured here so I came to a final test and shoot some promotional images. That's why I'm waxed and starving to death." He pulls the top of his robe apart and his body looks ridiculous. His chest is muscular and lean to the point of seeing the striations between the fibers. His abs are cut even deeper. I feel myself blushing again and he smiles. "Do you really watch my films?"

"Yes. All the time."

"Which ones?" he quizzes me.

"Most of the ones you did for Lustrous. I really like the three you did with Ailene, they're kind of my go-to's," I admit. "And I follow your Tumblr too." He smiles.

"You found my Tumblr?"

I nod, still embarrassed. "It's so different from everything else you do -- incredibly artistic."

"Well, thank you. I do all of it myself."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Filmed, edited, and posted right from here," he pats the top of a MacBook Pro sitting on the desk next to us. "I'm glad you like it."

"I'm obsessed. It's so sensual and erotic and ... I shouldn't get started again. I told you, I'm a huge fan."

"I really appreciate it. You are so unbelievably cute." He places a hand lightly on my cheek and leans forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. 

It is over before I can comprehend what happened. My eyes go wide and I stare at him in shock. He kissed me. Mickey Vale kissed me. 

"Sorry," he says as he drops his hand. "Did I catch you off-guard?"

"I mean ... I fantasize about you all the time and you just kissed me. I'm kind of freaking out."

He laughs happily, his eyes squinting slightly with his smile. "What would happen if I fucked you?"

My mouth drops open, but I close it quickly. "It's not nice to tease," I say, but my pussy is practically pulsating at the thought.

"Who said I was teasing?" 

I stare at him, waiting for him to start laughing, but he doesn't. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes to mind. 

"I've never fucked a fan before, but you're really cute, and your sexy little maid outfit is kind of turning me on." He scrunches the stiff material at my waist, making it inch up higher on my legs. I giggle nervously. "What the fuck is this?" he says. I get nervous, looking down at my thighs as he lifts the end of the pencil skirt higher. "You wear a fucking garter belt?"

"Um, yeah," I say as an explanation. He suddenly looks much more serious, staring at me hungrily. "We have to wear stockings with the uniform, and I usually run to school right after so ..." He is glaring at me now. "So ... they're easier to take off in the car ..."

"This is some kind of joke right?" I give him a confused look. "A woman as unbelievably hot as you just so happens to be a fan and shows up in my room with stockings on?" He smiles wide. "Where are the cameras?"

"I'm not hot by any standard, especially yours." They say never meet your heroes, but it doesn't make sense in his case. He has such a pleasant personality and comes off kind and genuine for someone I idolize in my own way. Oh, and he looks better in person, as if that's possible.

"That is completely untrue." He laces a finger into one of the straps on my leg and snaps it. He bites his lip and shakes his head in happy disbelief. "Please, please let me fuck you. I am not above begging."

He grips my waist with his hands and pulls me a step closer. I place my hands on his arms and feel the muscles beneath the fluffy robe. He smells like a delicious mix of shower gel and musky cologne. Everything about him is invading my senses. I want to say yes so badly, but that can't happen. "I ... I'm working right now. I'm supposed to be done with this room and two others in 45 minutes."

"I can accomplish a lot in 45 minutes. I really only need 15."

My pussy clenches with desire and my heart pounds excitedly. "I really, really want to say yes."

He looks down at me with heavy eyes. "Then say it."

His proximity feels so unreal. Usually, if I were looking at him, I would be vigorously touching myself. Now he was standing right in front of me, in all his glory, asking me to let him do the touching instead.

And I had to say no.

"I can't," I sigh. "Believe me, I'd love to. Really, really love to." He looks as disappointed as I feel. "But I'd get fired, and I really need this job."

He looks at me with his dark eyes and pouts his gorgeous lips. "Well, that's a damn shame," he says in a sexy, growly voice.

He crosses his arms, but he doesn't move away from me. "I should get back to it," I tell him. He hums his assent, looking me up and down as if I'm a cake his mom told him he couldn't have until after he ate his vegetables. "Actually ... I'll just come back later." He tilts his head slightly but says nothing.

I take my cart and make my way out, overly aware that he is watching me the whole time.

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