Coming To An End (1)

Mick POV

“Damn it,” I jingled the key in my lock, but it was stuck once again. The lock was getting old and sometimes it took me several tries to get into my apartment. I had Rodger take a look at it, but he’s able to get it open every time.

“Come on,” I groaned. I didn’t have long until I had to be downstairs for the show tonight, and I just got back from another filming, this time in Mexico. I should have been back yesterday, but the obnoxiously clingy actress who was costarring with me hid my passport in an effort to get me to stay down there with her for some extra time off camera.

I wasn’t interested. I started doing this shit because it was a giant ego boost after spending my whole life being told I was second best, but now it's just a paycheck. It’s never fulfilling any more. No matter the praise or the adoration, and no matter how tight the pussy, it’s just going through the motions now.

“Yes! Finally,” I chanted, finally getting the lock to click. Right as I swing the door op