Annie and Casey are both heading to New York City for the next round of auditions for The Next American Superstar. They're officially a couple now and seem to be happy as clams, but what will happen as they continue getting to know each other better? How will their relationship fare under extreme amounts of stress as they both compete to win the title and grand prize of a five million dollar contract for their own show in Las Vegas? Only one can win. Will their love survive this final test
from The Winner Takes It All by Audrey Harte
An hour later, Annie was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on the 405 south, gritting her teeth at the whopping 5mph she was travelling.
“Don’t you stupid people realize I haven’t seen my man in forever and only have a couple of days with him before he disappears again?” she yelled in frustration, even though no one could hear her. “Argh! I hate L.A. traffic!”
Groaning, Annie leaned back against the headrest and took some deep breaths as she tried to calm herself down before she burst into tears. She didn’t often experience road rage, but in this case, time really was her enemy. When it took another fifteen minutes to go a mile, she finally called Casey to give him an update.
“Finally! Let me buzz you up,” he started to say upon answering the phone.
“I’m not there, yet,” she moaned.
“What? Where are you?”
“Stuck on the fucking 405.”
“Oh man…well, how much longer do you think you’re gonna be?”
Annie sighed as she glanced at the clock on her dashboard. “I dunno…I just passed Sunset, but I’m literally sitting in a parking lot right now. I might be another thirty minutes or so at this rate.”
“It’s okay. You’ll be here soon enough. I’m going to jump in the shower, kay? Call me when you get here.”
“Aww, I wanna shower with you!” she complained. “Damn this freaking traffic to hell!”
“Oh yeah? You thinking about that time we showered together in San Francisco?”
“Mmm…yeah, I might be thinking about that,” Annie said dreamily, momentarily distracted from the slow-moving cars in front of her.
“Maybe I’ll think about that, too, while I shower.”
Quickly snapping back to reality, Annie protested. “Hey now! No touching yourself before I get there. You’re supposed to wait for me.”
Casey groaned, and Annie bit her lip as her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment. She could imagine him stroking himself as he stood in the shower, one hand bracing himself against the wall, the other hand wrapped firmly around his thick, swollen cock.
“You are so not playing fair,” she said with a whimper.
“I’ll see you when you get here, princess.”
“No touchie!” she snapped and then hung up the phone.
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