I spent the next twenty minutes 'sucking' every bit of authentic data out of his day—the nerves he hid, the books he actually read, the way he preferred street food to the Michelin stars Elena loved. I was harvesting his life, refining it into a narrative that would sell.
"I've got it," I said, flipping through the itinerary. "But before you see her, we have to finalize the 'Lifestyle and Entertainment' pitch for the streaming network. They want the 'real' you, Julian. Not the curated version." Before seeing his girlfriend I suck his dick an...
We were in a penthouse suite in Milan, the air thick with the scent of expensive espresso and the ozone of a looming thunderstorm. In thirty minutes, Julian had to walk downstairs to meet Elena—the face of a rival fashion house and, conveniently, his girlfriend for the cameras. I spent the next twenty minutes 'sucking' every