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[Skye Canyon, Las Vegas]

Nicholas Russell

To me, love is hopeless.

It’s like waiting for a thousand dead roses to bloom again with slim chances.

Almost the same as the thought that no matter what you do, or how long you invest in it, the rose remains dead. Therefore, love is full of lies, deceit, and cheating.

Ever since my divorce, that feeling is a no-go area for me.

Otherwise, why will I be in bed with three women I felt nothing for?

Women who were desperate, too anxious as I slipped a condom around my tool, to fuck the shit out of them.

They were actresses seeking roles in my star movie.

Pressing one’s boobs, I was currently fingering the other who moaned my name.

The third actress bounced her rounded bum on my dick, twirling around it while I slammed into her, without mercy ripping her walls apart.

The Queen-sized bed rocked erratically as I thumped into the actress’ cunt with her staring at me desperately, with her mascara-stained eyes which were teary.

The other two were heated from the way I massaged their sensitive spots, fingering and rubbing the nipples both.

The blonde actress who I fingered pushed away the red-haired one who currently had my cock in her.

And just as she went off, the blonde slipped my cock into her v-entrance, settling on it and making slow motions with her entrance.

Getting frustrated, I rolled her over slamming into her with my cock from behind.

She moaned as I held her waist, with no sort of mercy.

I glanced in pleasure at the sight of the remaining two actresses who were kissing each other.

While I stared at them, they rubbed their pussies together, with clit-to-clit contact, whimpering in intense pleasure.

She pleaded only for me to stiffen a bit. I gripped her waist next, flickering her clit and slamming into her more making her squirm, moaning.

Pleasuring women is my specialty.

I’ve had flocks of them around me in the past, till now.

My head leaned back, as I enjoined these beautiful creatures with a devilish smile on my face, sweeping a hand over my almond hair which was packed to the back.

My good looks and money were something they went after.

To get roles, they spread their legs for me even without me asking. And, sometimes, the feisty ones who slapped me when I gave a hint ended up screaming with me slamming into them.

Feisty women were a big turn-on for me.

I just desired the fact that a woman who was reluctant a few minutes ago, will have her hands wrapped around my back as I fucked her.

“Bring the next pussy to me!” I spat, removing my dick from the blonde. The other afro-skinned woman widened her legs, pinning her hands at the back of her toes.

I stroked my manhood a bit, staring into her eyes as I entered her slowly. She gasped, moving her hips which I held in place. My paces immediately became faster, with me holding the back of her head kissing her as I went deep and even deeper into her.

“I’m about to cum!”

The women gathered that second with their tongues out, watching as I pulled out of her. As my load sprang out, the two girls licked all of my cum while the black one brought her breasts for me to tap it on.

“Fuckkk!”

My head hit the pillow with the three of them snuggling around me like a harem.

“Do we get the roles now?”

One of the women asked, blushing.

“Hell yeah. Fucking yes.”

I’m Nicholas Russell, a panty-ripper. My job as a movie director fetched me fame over time making women throw their panties at me. Not that I was complaining, I liked women I loved to see upcoming models and actresses spread their legs for me.

What could a divorcee at 32 ask for?

A filthy rich billionaire needs no love when he gets it at the tip of his fingers. In all, I’m the King of Las Vegas, the desirable handsome movie producer with so many hit movies.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today for the Movie Hit awards of the Best Movie Producers.”

All kinds of actors and actresses were gathered, with the nomination displayed.

I attended the event with my team, wearing a blue dinner jacket, with a white shirt inside staring at the stage arena which I had walked a couple of times in.

“Our nominees go as, Victoria Reyes, Matthew Joe, Nicholas Russell...”

Cheers arose from the audience as my name was mentioned, following the other nominees.

The nominated film featured a group of adult friends who explored their sexual fantasies in Las Vegas, embracing lots of entertainment and fun.

“The best producer for this year once again goes to... Nicholas Russell, for his hit movie, A Walk in Las Vegas!!!”

I stood up audaciously, waving at those who applauded and hailed in support stylishly walking to the stage, taking the award of honor.

I took the mic, with cheers arising from the listeners.

“I want to say a thank you to all my fans who supported me, the beautiful women I work with, and my team’s dedication to our projects.”

“Without any of my team, will I have created a movie?” Giggles came in. “… correct. But what I’m not sure about is if it’s gonna sell this much.”

“It might though, you never know.” More chuckles were heard. “Whatever, you all are the best! My fans, my supporters, thank you so much!”

“We love you, Nicholas Russell!”

I blew them a kiss, before swaying from the mic to come down, as I headed out. Just as I did, some paparazzi gathered around me with my bodyguards creating a line.

“Mr. Nicholas, over here, please we just need some minutes of your time!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t right now,” I said, glancing at a female reporter who seemed pretty. “You’re so sweet, lady but I have a flight to catch.”

I made my way to my Grey Rolls Royce as fast as I could, so I didn’t miss my flight with my iPhone in my hands as I called my team’s manager.

“Mr. Nicholas, Mr. Nicholas!”

They surrounded the car with flashing cameras, as I entered, however, the bouncers I hired tamed them. Slamming the tinted glass door shut, I puffed a relief as the chauffeur commenced driving.

“Hello, Sarah,”

I phoned my manager. “Where are the shooting team?”

“I’m sorry sir, they’re signing autographs.”

“Signing autographs? Will those autographs get them their next paycheck?”

There was a movie shoot we had in Nevada. The flight was in a few minutes and this movie was essential, from my research on traveling to locations and the paycheck that came in thereafter.

“You’d better get here with them now, or I’ll have you and all of them replaced. I can do it, don’t test me.”

My chauffeur sped his way to the airport instantly, knowing how much of a hurry I was in. The trip to Nevada was 50 minutes. I owned the plane but dedication was my mantra, in whatever I laid my hands on.

I came down with the black-suited men stepping from behind as we went to board the flight.

“I say a lovely day to you, Mr. Nicholas.” The hostess and escorts let out as I began to walk on the plane.

“Close the air stair.”

“Weren’t you about fifteen as planned?” A staff asked.

“The plans changed-“

“Wait up!”

I looked over my shoulders, removing my black shades only to see my team running with their backpacks.

I puffed out an air of relief, knowing I won’t have to hire other people as the fourteen of them ran, getting on.

As soon as we were in Nevada, the escorts lined up with a myriad of cars to welcome and guide us to the shooting spot.

“My goodness, isn’t that Nicholas Russell?!”

I sighed, wearing my black shades entering the car which zoomed off that minute.

[Pyramid Lake, Western Nevada]

The sky was magically blue, with white pelicans in the lake and dark-colored birds in the sky.

Scenery so perfect for a movie, with gentle winds that gave an essence to the shooting experience as a beautiful view.

The camera seemed to embrace the beauty as we started,

“Ready? Set, action!”

I took off my shades, studying the actresses and actors as they voiced out their lines.

[The Play]

“Idiot.”

The acting woman slapped the male, with an expression of fury which I loved.

“Do you have any idea of what I sacrificed for you? The hurdles I had to cross, to get here, the trials to get to you… and yet, you pick her over me?”

“I’m sorry, Cece but I don’t love you anymore.”

“I-In spite of what you put me through… you don’t love me?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that, I... I fell out of love with you.” The actor said.

“You wasted my fucking time,”

The actress didn’t include her tears which were meant to bring a painful theme. “Hey, cut that! Cut it now.”

I started instantly while everyone stared at me

“What was that, huh? Where were the fucking tears for the role?”

I seethed to the actress.

“Is it essential? I rehearsed my lines to perfection and everyone knows how much of a good actress I am, ditto.” she arrogantly let out with a hair flip.

“Everyone here knows I asked for a 200% in my jobs. If you won’t cry, you’re free to turn in your sack letter.”

She was popular so everyone gasped while I added,

“Team one, look for a suitable actress who won’t argue every minute she gets a chance to.”

“Yes sir!”

A shocked expression plastered on the famous actress’ face as I scrunched a bottle of water, throwing it.

“We’re taking a break!”

She had been in my bed once, so she thought there will be a loose fist while dealing with her. Her first mistake. There was no way I mixed business with pleasure.

“My God, where is he?” someone stated as I strolled.

I looked only to see a female pacing back and forth in front of a lilac kiosk, which seemed to sell snacks and small chops.

“Hello, there are people in demand for the cream, where are you?”

I narrowed my eyes at her amazing voice as she made that phone call in a black and white staff uniform that suited her body perfectly. Those white stockings will be the death of me.

Really.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

I muttered. The woman had this jet-black hair that swayed in the wind her thighs so sexy, even without her showing much skin. Her feet tapped the white sand like she was waiting for someone. She didn’t seem to be my taste in women, but I stepped forward to make a conversation.

“Hi,”

She turned to me, scanning her eyes over me.

“We just ran out of cream but I promise it will be here soon if you wait a few minutes,” she said, with an amazing smile. “What will you like to order?”

“You.”