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Femdom Club
(Scarlett Steele)

	Jake Riley stood in front of the gym mirror, staring at his muscular physique while he performed yet another set of bicep curls. As he admired the way in which each of his muscles flexed so perfectly right before his very eyes, Jake thought to himself how impressed he was with his body's progress. He'd only been working with a personal trainer for three months, but within that short span of time, his build had totally transformed and he'd already booked three fitness modeling gigs. Jake felt as though his true calling was acting, but in the meantime, modeling would help pay the bills and give him some much needed exposure within the world of entertainment. 

	

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake could see the other members of his popular West Hollywood fitness club staring at him fascinatingly. All of the women wanted to be with him, and all of the men wanted to be like him. In his opinion, that was very understandable considering his strikingly good looks. At 6'3", he had the body of a god and a chiseled face that belonged on the runway. His thick blond hair fell sexily into his broody, dark green eyes. His smooth tan skin was flawless, his bleached, dimpled smile was irresistible, and the cherry on top was his confident attitude. It was a lethal combination, and women just couldn't say no to him. But at this point in his life, Jake wasn't interested in a relationship. He was too focused on his body and his career. He was, however, interested in fucking. The women who wanted a serious relationship, marriage and children were the ones he tried his damndest to avoid. But if he happened upon one of them and slipped up and fucked her, he knew how to shake her so not to get trapped. Ultimately, Jake always got what he wanted and was on to the next one in the blink of an eye.

	

As he strutted over toward the towel rack, Jake saw two women standing in a corner, staring at him and whispering to one another. He glanced over at them and smirked, then grabbed a towel and turned to the closest mirror, posing and slowly wiping the sweat from his body. He was totally giving the women a show and they appeared to be eating it up. He'd seen these two staring at him in the past and figured they probably wanted to have a threesome with him. He was up for it. Thing is, they'd have to approach him, because Jake didn't make it a habit to run up to women, introducing himself and whatnot. He sat back and left that up to them. And it worked like a charm every time.

	

When it came to sex, Jake was also very particular about the way in which it went down. There were certain things that he just didn't do, and certain things that were required of a woman. First of all, an exceptional blow job was mandatory, as was swallowing. That said, Jake never went down on women. Ever. Why should he? Women were lucky just to be in his presence. So if he was willing to actually fuck them, then that right there was enough to get their pussies soaking wet and ready for his dick. There was no need for him to go down on them to turn them on. His mere presence was a turn on.