Page 60 of Vasily the Nail

“Holy hell,” Kayley whispers as she begins the song again.

Everyone is frozen to their seats, most people looking at Vasily. Since most of them have no idea why a blond giant just randomly smashed this cell phone, I understand why they’re nervous.

Vasily’s eyes are fully on me, though, as I begin singing my audition song. I stare right back at him, pleased that he seems to enjoy it, getting all the way through the first chorus before I realize neither of the directors have ended it a few bars in as is usual. A lot of people are auditioning, and we’ve all graduated from high school theater. We know it’s nothing personal.

I glance to the center of the theater, wondering what’s happening, only to see the fear on the directors’ faces as well.

Oh, right. Easier to let me sing an extra couple minutes than risk further violence from Vasily.

I love singing. I love being on stage. I’m questioning whether I’ll get a role after this, and if so, if I’ll get it honestly or should just back out after today so the director isn’t put in a bad situation, so I take advantage of this moment.

When I finish, there’s more silence. Not unusual at an audition. But then Vasily begins to applaud and, when everyone else remains silent, yells, “Well? She is incredible,da?Cheer for her!”

Everyone does with hesitation, and if nothing else, I have a memory I’m going to laugh about until the day I die. When I exit the stage, Vasily meets me and says, “Come,zvyozdochka, show me restroom.”

Oh dear.

Vasily

Absolutely incredible.

From the moment Ana told me she was studying drama,zvyozdochkahas fit just right, but now I’m wondering if starlet is enough. She is a song bird. A diva.

Incredible.

Those men, thoseboys, are lucky they escaped with nothing more than a broken phone.

But now they know too much about her. They will think of her in a way they absolutely must not.

Because she’s mine— at least for now. She made it clear yesterday that she doesn’t want to go back to Tony. Artyom seems to be preparing for the fall-out should I keep her in Flagstaff. But if it was my decision, I don’t know that offering her a home with me would be any better for her. Giving her back to Tony may be for the best.

I hate this, but I still have time. For right now, my decision is clear. I helped her as much as I could with her lines on the drive down. I know the scene she’ll be performing. There will be a man on stage with her, and they’ll be close. According to the script, they’ll touch. Not intimately, but in the way two people who are intimate touch.

The touches that I crave between us.

And it’s obvious that filling her panties with my semen wasn’t enough to make those boys understand that she’s mine, not when they were making obscene gestures at her.

The restroom just outside of the theater is clean; I haven’t seen anyone in the building outside of the theater itself, so I’m guessing this building doesn’t have actual classes, at least not today. The floor is spotless, so I have no qualms about laying my hoodie on the floor after I’ve locked the door and pushing Ana down to her knees on it.

“Vasya,” she murmurs, her voice both alarmed and aroused. Fuck, I love when she calls me that. I push down my sweatpants and pull my cock out, and despite the way her eyes light up at how hard I already am for her, she says, “Okay, but we probably shouldn’t do this.”

“We must do this,” I counter, grabbing her hair up in my fist to gently tip her head back.

“We can wait until after the audition. Maybe we send Kostya off to get us something and we can do this in the car or—”

I silence her by rubbing my tip over her lips. She makes a distressed sound and leans back, but then the saucy little minx takes hold of my cock, pushes my foreskin back into place, and then draws it down again.

“That’s my job,” she says fiercely, and I have to hold back from saying words I don’t mean but want to say. But seriously, in this moment, watching how excited she is just to take care of my dick for me, I fucking love her.

I fucking love her.

Fuck.

She’s already got her fingers lined up between my piercings the way I like, already massaging me just right that my spine tingles from it, and still she says, “I have to go back. The audition’s not over.”

“I know,zvyozdochka.” I rub her chin, the soft underside of it, to keep her head tilted up to me as I feel the soft, silky warmth of her vulnerable flesh. “But those boys don’t understand that you’re mine. So I’m going to come in your mouth so they can smell me with every word you speak, and you’re going to take your panties off, and you’ll get them back when you’re done with your audition.”

Her pupils blow out as I speak. Those boys are definitely going to smell her arousal for me soaking through the layers of fabric between her legs. But then she takes the head of my cock in her mouth, sweetly sucking on the tip as her tongue laps up the cum already there, and I can’t think about that. I can only thank her for being such a good girl to me and praise her for sounding amazing on stage and tell her she’s pretty even though I know she doesn’t like that so much, but goddamn, she’s pretty.

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