Sex Idol
by Shelley Munro
Futuristic
Rating - R

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Blurb:

Are you Sex Idol material?

Can you strut your stuff on stage, turning on the audience—your
judges? Are you experienced in all forms of sexual entertainment?
Calling all sex contestants on Earth and off-planet! We are searching
for candidates to enter the ultimate in sex reality shows. The winner
of the Sex Idol title will receive a fabulous prize package including
an advertising contract worth over ten million credits. Pick up your
entry forms from Robinson's, the makers of designer toys and sexual
aids, and sign up today!

Sex contestant Antonio Perez sees the Sex Idol contest as an
opportunity to reconcile with his former partner Sasha Greenacre.
With Sasha at his side he'll have hot sex and an excellent chance at
taking out the ultimate title.

Sasha is shocked when Antonio walks back into her life, asking her to
train him. She's determined to keep her distance and guard her heart.
Sasha doesn't want to step over the emotional line again, even though
one look at the luscious hunk is enough to tempt an angel to sin…



Excerpt:

"Not like that. Gently!" Sasha Greenacre instructed. "You want your
partner to climax not writhe around in acute pain." She strolled down
the lines of students practicing oral sex and halted when she noticed
the couple at the far end of the room whispering instead of taking
part in the class exercise. College students and legally adult,
maybe, but they still loved to gossip given the opportunity. Sasha
glided closer, ready to reprimand.

"…the man is hunkermondous. Bet he'll enter the Sex Idol contest,"
the pretty blonde said.

"He'll win," her exercise partner stated. "Wish I had Perez's
technique. Ms. Greenacre used to be his partner. That's why my
parents enrolled me at her school the minute I turned eighteen. Said
she was the best. They won all the top contests."

Antonio.

Sasha squeezed her eyes closed and sucked in a breath, trying to ease
the rapid beat of her heart. Ever since the ads for Sex Idol, the
ultimate contest, had started appearing in the papers and on the
links, Antonio's name had hit the headlines. His name was on
everyone's lips. Rumors flew faster than her savings disappeared when
bill time came around. Sasha's nails dug into her palms as she took
another hasty breath. Hearing his name hurt, dammit.

Even after all this time.

More whispering jerked her from the painful memories. "Are you going
to participate in this exercise?" Sasha winced at the peevish note in
her voice. "Have you both climaxed? No? I want to see at least one
orgasm each before the timer goes."

"Yes, Ms. Greenacre." The male swiped his tongue over his partner's
glistening clitoris and she issued a soft mew, her hips jerking in
time to the soft rock ballad that poured through concealed speakers.

"Very good." Sasha strode down the rows of wide-padded benches again,
observing her students' progress with satisfaction. The novice class
consisted of twenty students between the ages of eighteen and twenty—
eleven females and nine males. They would do her proud in the
upcoming competition, and all going well, they'd win the team's award
too.

Sasha became aware of excited whispers and heads lifted from the
exercise she'd set. She turned toward the door to check the source of
the interruption. A man stood in the open doorway. He was as familiar
as the reflection she saw in the mirror each morning. Icy-cold panic
froze her in place, the chatter from her students receding to the
distance. The strident clang of the automatic bell jerked Sasha from
her frozen horror.

What was Antonio doing here?

God, he looked…great. Sasha bit down on her tongue to make sure it
wasn't hanging out.

"Can we have your autograph?" Her students had no qualms about vying
for his attention. They leapt from their workstations and ran to him
like excited pups, heedless of their unclothed state.

"No problem. I'm happy to sign autographs." Antonio signed books and
slips of pastel-colored paper until Sasha wanted to scream. It was
pretty obvious he'd come to see her, but why?

Finally, he excused himself, ushered his last excited fan to their
clothes and out the door before shutting it with a soft click. Sasha
winced but maintained his gaze in an act of sheer bravado. In return,
he grinned and prowled across the room, his arms outstretched. Sasha
stepped behind her rigid plastique desk, although it was flimsy
protection against his potent masculinity. Tall, with the looks of a
dark angel, the man oozed sex appeal.

Sasha had thought—hoped—she'd become immune. But judging by the way
her heart rate had picked up into a frenzied gallop, obviously not.

"Sasha." He rolled her name, slow and easy so it sounded exotic.
Decadent and expensive like her favorite double chocolate chip ice
cream. And just like that, Sasha was thrown into the past.

Antonio Perez.

How long had it been since she'd seen him in person? Three years,
maybe four?

"Antonio?" she murmured, still in disbelief, hot flashes of memories
swimming through her mind. Images of skin against skin, bodies
writhing together, tauntingly slow until desperation took over.

Sasha swallowed, trying to clear the lump of anxiety that clogged her
throat. Antonio Perez. The man she'd loved and let walk away without
a fight. She cast a worried glance at the silent man. Hell, she hoped
this was a flying visit, that she wouldn't see him again after today.
She didn't think—no, knew—she couldn't live through a repeat
experience of the past.

"Sasha, sweetheart. I heard you were a teacher now. I heard you'd
given up competing on the contest circuit."

"Yeah." The ache in her chest spilled over into her voice and she had
to look away.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, his low, intimate tone raising goose
bumps along her arms and legs, and pulling her nipples to hard, achy
points.

Sasha folded her arms across her breasts, trying to appear nonchalant
while inside her emotions roiled. As always, the man knew exactly how
to cut, and cut deep. She'd loved performing and had been good at it.
But she'd made the cardinal mistake. She'd allowed emotions to cloud
the issue and get in the way. Her liking for Antonio had boiled over
into love. A sex performer couldn't put on a good act if emotions got
in the way. Detachment was the secret to a winner—a champion.
Aloofness and supreme confidence in the ability to perform any sex
act, at any time, with any man or woman, under any conditions. And it
seemed as though she hadn't learned from experience. Antonio Perez
still pushed every single one of her hot buttons.

She still loved him.

Damn, damn, damn!

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