"Ri—ght, F—–uckin' there…"
"Yes, don't stop, don't fuckin stop."
"Yes, Yes, YES, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Her heart was pounding in her chest, "You're good." Mercedes said as she allowed her eyes to runacross his body. His was hard muscle biceps. Hard Abs. Short answer, Eric was hot!

"Oh just good" he said licking her juices from his lips. His handsome face broke into the snide smirk that was starting to annoy her.

"Yeah, good," she quipped as she moved to stand in front of him. "Let me show you what qualifies as great." Mercedes whispered suggestively. She placed her dainty finger under chin, beckoning him to raises. He stood up with that cocky grin, and slowly started to unzip his pants. Mercedes slapped his hands away, and chided "opening the present is part of the fun." Mercedes drug the zipper down tortuously slow. She begin to smooth her hand over his dick. Eric was a nice size. She'd seen bigger by now, and even some smaller ones. She looked up at him through her lashes, "you know I really should just leave, I mean if you can't remember that one simple request…."

Eric licked his lips, he was literately salivating "sorry, please," he rushed out, looking at his swollen member. "Please, babe, please!"
She giggle at his, begging. "Okay since you asked nicely"

5 minutes later..
Eric lay flat on his back beside Mercedes panting, "Damn baby, you are awesome". Running his fingers up and down her soft arm, "I am going to make you tap out yet." Eric said slow smile forming on his face.

Mercedes smiled knowingly at her lover as she begin sitting up, fixing her dress.

"Mercy what are you doing?" Eric asked

"Getting ready to go home." She answered honestly.

Eric looked on in disbelief, "Why?'

"Because my bed is comfortable and calling my name." Mercedes answered, tying her sash.

Eric shuddered, "But, but, but you can't leave. Babe" he announced while grabbing for Mercedes.

Mercedes stepped smoothly out of Eric's grasp, "Umm, yes I can and to be honest, I don't think we should do this anymore."The look of shock and hurt that crossed his face confirmed that she was making the right decision. "Eric, you're a good friend. I love being with you but when we started this it was no strings but now…" Mercedes trailed off with a knowingly looking at Eric.

"Cedes I can stop seeing Camila that shit is all fake for the camera anyway." Your publicist would love us dating. We cou..'"

Mercedes cut across his words her voice, smooth, strong, and final. "NO! the media would call me everything except a child of God. Look let's just be friends it's better this way." She rose effortless from the bed and headed to the door.

"Mercy," Eric choked out slowly, "but I love you."

Mercedes smiled a weak humorless smile "I know baby, but you see that's the problem. I don't believe in love and damn sure not in this town, and not with you"

Eric jump off the bed, "Who he fuck do you think you are? You should be happ…,"he realized his mistake a second to late. Taking every scrap of base out of his voice, he whispered, "Mercy I,"

"Oh Hell to the NO!" "Fuck you" she growled, "You are just like everyone else, you see me the same Hollywood does. I don't love you and you know what the sex was average as hell." Slammed the door with everything she had, she walked away, not sparing a backward glance.

She hated this part of having cut buddy, they always got FN attached. She kind of like Eric he could be sweet and gentle, when she allowed him to be. She smiled to herself, the acting lessons had been well worth it. This was a good, she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Attachments were messy. If she had learned anything from Sam Evans, it was fairy tales were for fools, love was a joke, and that being a good girl wasn't always a good thing. Now if she could just remember where the heck she parked?

Two hours later…. Mercedes was having a nice, hot, relaxing bubble bath. She looked over and saw her phone was ringing. Glancing down at the incoming call her mind wondered…. Now why in the hell was Mary Evans calling her.