The Academy 2.2 - Sex Stories

The Academy 2.2

... understatement, he had the face of a movie star and physique of a god. He wore a black suit, and strutted with confidence. His black hair was neatly trimmed and his jawline was so sharp it was as if it was carved out of obsidian, everyone seemed to look his way when he passed. Camila knew who it was, everyone knew who it was. It was Blake Blackburn, movie star and athlete. He's the only person to ever to win multiple Oscars and be an All star in baseball. Behind him was a small girl, maybe 7 years of age, she was gorgeous, the girl had an innocent face and blond hair. She hustled to keep up with him as he walked, Camila even smiled as she watched her drag a teddy bear behind her. Camila, who is usually unfazed by such celebrity bullshit, couldn't help but think how adorable the two were, and found herself jealous of the duo. "I wish I had a dad like that," she thought to herself, then quickly attempted to remember her father, who was killed by the Mexican cartel so many years ago in Oaxaca. By the time she returned from her mind the dreamy man was already in the elevator, going up to his room. Camila looked over to see a group of teenage girls giggling and practically basking in his presence, "Yeah, I get to fuck that," Camila thought to herself and smirked. Camila walked up to the front desk where Mallory stood, "Wow," is all she could say, "He's... Wow." "Yeah congratulations you get to fuck Blake Blackburn, every teenage girl's dream," Mallory smiled, "You know, he picked ...

... this hotel because he's heard about your services. Camila you are amazing!" Camila smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Her older sister had always wanted her to be successful, a fact Camila was only able to realize when it was too late, so now that Mallory is acknowledging her work, it felt good. Suddenly, Camila found herself attempting to hold back tears. "But listen kid," Mallory leaned in, "This is the most important day of my career, this could be huge for this place. So I'm going to need you to bring your A game up to that room tonight. If you do as amazing as you have been doing, we can have the whole god damn Chicago White Sox in here on a regular basis. Just don't mess up, okay?" "Okay," Camila confirmed, she knew she wouldn't, but all of a sudden she felt a sense of pressure. She owed Mallory everything, he provided her with shelter and a job, in a way she must deliver on this to repay him. "I believe in you kid, he said he wants you as soon as possible," Mallory clicked his pen and began to work. Camila stood there for a bit. I believe in you, those words rung in her head. She slowly and nervously walked to the elevator, and clicked the button to go to his floor. Rayne Washington sat in Ms. Knopp's room. Rayne was a Puerto Rican boy, his skin was tan and he wore sunglasses that reflected the eyes of anyone who attempted to stare into his. Rayne, for a lack of a better word, was cool.... In every sense of the stereotype. He kept his emotions hidden, but made ...