First Sight

First Sight Jenna Kent Copyright Copyright © [Year of First Publication] by [Author or Pen Name] All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 About Author Chapter 1 Kesha I stare at my stylist, ready to kill her for the outfit choice. It’s no fault of her own, I know this outfit choice is the handy work of Erin, my publicist. It’s the premiere party of my new film and just like that, I’ve gone from D-list celebrity to A-list celebrity with higher pay. Now that I’m pretty much considered a socialite, everything I say and do, from what I wear, to my food choices are looked over with no privacy. It’s irritating, but also exciting and new territory. I’ve always been a supporting actress, never the lead, especially when it comes to a blockbuster film. I stare at myself in the mirror, not recognizing myself. I’m in a two-piece dark blue feminine suit that hugs my curves. My chest is bare and the jacket to my suite barely covers my small perky tits. This isn’t me at all. I’m wearing full makeup, my eyes and lips hinted with a light layer of silver glitter that shimmers with my movements. Erin walks in holding a clip board. She looks up once she’s standing behind me in the mirror. She gives me smile of approval and that makes me hate the outfit even more. I just got my hair faded for a reset after wearing dreads for a few years. Erin most certainly hated those dreads and was overjoyed when I finally sat in a barber chair to get a clean cut. Erin sets down the clip board while the stylist does a quick hem to my pants and grabs a bottle of oil and starts to put it in between my breasts. “Hey!” I say, trying to step away, but I freeze when a needle pokes me in the ankle. “Ouch!” I complain, frowning down at Lauren, my stylist. “Erin, can that wait?” Lauren says crotched down at my feet, “I only have a few minutes and I need to get this hem straightened out.” Erin rolls her pretty brown eyes and finishes where she started. “Stay still Kesha.” She gives me a stern look when she says it. I frown at her. “Is all this necessary?” Erin shrugs. “Yes and no. But I’d like for you to be a little over the top tonight. Step out of your comfort zone. You’ve got a ton of women fan-girling you at the moment. You are a famous black superhero after all.” Erin leans into me and gives me a wink. “And we all know how much you love that.” I roll my eyes at her comment, but I don’t snap at her. I don’t because what she’s saying is true. I’ve been a slut the past few months. Anything with a fat ass and big tits sends my mouth watering and I’m on my knees, tasting pussy while fingering my clit to an orgasm. I’ve aways known I was gay, at the mere age of eight when I fell in love with my first girl. She didn’t know it at the time of course, and she would have probably beat my ass to bits if I ever tried anything, but I knew I would never like nor be attracted to any man. I’m no better than a man. Fame however, has broadened my options. No more stopping into the gay bar or club looking for the right body language or hints that it was alright for me to make a move. Now, women of all calibers throw themselves at me and I had my pick of the litter. I cum daily. I never get attached though. One-night stands and a few flings here and there, I’ve been able to keep my love life private aside from the rumors that flow across the gossip blogs and social media. There’s no hardcore proof, but I suspect that’s going to be an issue now. When Lauren is finishes, I step down and slip into a pair of black flats. I smile at the thought that at least these are comfortable. Erin frowns when Lauren stands and hands me a small white case from the ottoman. When I open, I pull out the gold-plated grill fitted teeth I was sized for last month and pop them into my mouth. “Over the top.” I say with a lisp as I’m still getting used to the feel wearing them. She groans and cleans her hands before grabbing her clip board, immediately checking something off. Erin has been my publicist since my humble beginnings. I owe a lot to her and she’s a dear friend. Erin’s career suddenly took off after my debut and she’s taken on other clients. I’m a little jealous about that, but overly happy for her success. She’s a publicist for two of my other cast mates that had supporting roles. She and I both know how difficult it is to make it in this industry. There’s also the part where I’ve spent years fighting my attraction to her. She’s got the fat ass, big tits, and pretty face that keeps me wet, but also a mouth and hands that beat me to shame. She’s straight with a husband and two children. Plus, I’ve made it a pact never to fuck around with people I work with and neighbors. Erin’s got a good head over her