Hi guys, part two is here! I'm uploading this from work like a rebel because it's boring as hell here. I just wanted to address an issue a reviewer had that I can't reply to as they're a guest. I haven't 'romanticised' being a cam girl. I was going to be 'realistic' but then I thought it's just a two shot, if it was a full novel like how I plan ase and tiwdfy to be, then I would put more thought into being realistic but I'm not so enjoy your smut!

Sleeping was the worst fucking idea in the world.

First off, she wakes up with a bone-dry mouth and sticky eyelids that suggest her eyeliner has run all down her face. Secondly, her dress must have ridden up in her sleep because the first realisation she has is that the material is bunched around her waist. Thirdly, Daryl fucking Dixon is looking at her from the doorway with his arms crossed and wearing a smirk.

"You look like shit," he says the minute she blinks open both eyes and convinces them to stay open.

"Gee, thanks," she grates out through her dry throat, sitting up in the chair that she's practically slid out of. "You really know how to charm a lady."

"Look, your car's done but I don't think you should be drivin'. You even wait for the alcohol to leave your system 'fore you got in the car?"

Beth rolls her eyes. "Will you get off my back? I just wanna get home."

He stares at her for a little while longer, chewing on his lower lip before he says, "lemme drive ya."

"What?" She asks distractedly, trying to wake up some more. "What're you talkin' 'bout? I live nearly eighty miles out from here. How'd you even plan to get home?"

Daryl shrugs. "I'll work summat out."

She scoffs and straightens out her dress, her feet sinking down to the carpeted floor. "I 'preciate it, I do, but I gotta be gettin' home an' I ain't got time to convince you there's no need, so let's just talk prices so I can get outta here."

He stares at her a little longer before he glances at the clock on the wall. "When was your last drink?"

Beth sighs and looks up from where she was reaching for her heels. "What?"

"How long?"

She groans and rolls her neck on her shoulders, looking up at the clock too. "Like one am?"

Daryl nods. "S'twelve oh nine, you got fifty-one minutes 'fore I let you walk outta here."

Beth stares at him in utter bewilderment. "Daryl, this is ridiculous. Are you just tryin' to keep me here?"

He snorts. "Like yaself much?"

A flush fills her cheeks as she sits back in her chair but she frowns and studies his face which gets steadily redder.

Busted.

A little smirk decorates her mouth as she leans all the way back in the chair. "You are tryin'a keep me here. What is it? You wanna talk cam? You want some live action?"

"Jesus girl," he growls, glancing into the main parts of the garage and shutting the office door. "Keep your voice down."

Her heart thrums lightly and she finds it ridicously easy to slide into that professional attitude and slightly part her thighs. "S'actually been a while since we had any fun, huh? Like, two days, right?"

Daryl swallows lightly, his hand that's reached back to hold the door knob clenching tight. Beth bites down on her lip as she glances up from his white knuckles to his strained jaw. "This ain't nothin' like that, jus' don't wanna be feelin' like shit in a couple hours when you're on the local news for wrappin' your damn self 'round a tree like a fuckin' pretzel."

She cocks her eyebrow at him and lifts her leg until her toes curl around the edge of the office table, parting her thighs just enough to flash him her thong. Her heart beats in her throat when he notices and falls a little against the door.

With a fake pout, Beth raises a finger to twirl her hair around it. "I don't think that's why you wanna keep me here… Daryl," she whispers under her breath.

"Dammit Beth," he groans, turning the lock on the door.

"What?" She laughs, a little breathy. "This was your fantasy, right?"

"Not like I ever thought it was gonna happen, girl, Jesus."

"What? An' now you don't want it? You got me right here, in the flesh an' you don't wanna taste me?"

There's a trembling silence between them filled in with all the conversations they've had on camera about Daryl's biggest fantasy, the one he loves to beat off to nearly every night until he cums all over his stomach for her. The silence stretches and stretches until it combusts and at the exact same moment, they shoot out of their positions.

Beth pounces out of her seat, reaching with both hands to the desk in front of her and pulling her knees up behind her until she's on all fours at the exact same moment that Daryl practically falls from the door, striding across the room to her in three huge steps. Simultaneously she reaches up as he reaches down, capturing her offered mouth.

He tastes like coffee and something completely him, his taste filling her whole mouth as his hot hands fall to her waist and lift her off the desk. Beth's legs swing up and tighten on his hips, all his hot flesh burning her thighs and the heels of her feet when they dig into his lower back.

Back down he throws her, her ass landing hard on the edge of the desk and cutting into the backs of her thighs. He growls straight into her mouth, hands rough on her bare legs and raising goose bumps all over her skin. God, this is nuts, but this guy is so goddamn hot and she's been looking at his dick for three years wishing she could ride it.

There's no way in hell she's calling quits now when she's so close to something she's dreamt about, woke up hot and sweaty and aching for. She wants to fuck Daryl Dixon and she'll be damned if she doesn't make this one opportunity worth it. Her hands fall straight to his jumpsuit, tugging desperately on his tied sleeves and trying to grind against him at the same time.

It's unbelievably hot in here and everywhere Daryl touches just makes it worse, trails of fire like nothing she's ever experienced before riding her nerves and her sensitive skin until her eyes roll into the back of her head. Is it normal to be so turned on by one person? To be so excited and hot for one guy's hands?

Insanity it may be but she's not trading it. No, she wants more, so much more and she nearly screams through her teeth with the frustrated need she has pounding through her clit. Daryl groans when she finally works enough room to shove her hand into his underwear and squeeze his rock-hard cock.

"Shit," he moans against her throat, his breath hot and sexy on her hyper sensitive skin. "Can't believe this is happenin'."

Neither can she and honestly it all feels like a very vivid hallucination with colours too bright and smells too sharp, their harsh panting loud and the beat of her heart deafening in her ears. Daryl's hands on her are pure sin and when his fingers tug aside her panties to slide through her soaked slit she has to muffle a tortured moan against his shoulder.

"God, this all for me?" He whispers brokenly into her hair, his free hand cupping the back of her head and cradling her to his chest.

Beth nods against him, struggling to breathe evenly or keep her legs from shaking when he rubs her clit in soft, light circles like he's watched her do to herself for three years. She whimpers softly and curls her nails into his shoulders viciously. "Stop makin' me wait," she hisses.

He chuckles softly and slides his fingers down to tease her fluttering entrance. "You want it here?"

"Yes," she keens through her teeth, canting her hips and rubbing against him like a common whore.

"Fuck," he breathes as he yanks himself away and she only has a second to get excited at his wild eyes before he slams her against the desk.

Beth's breath bowls out of her and she doesn't even have time to recover before he's pulled his dick out and presses it between her thighs. Shaking uncontrollably, she has to curl her fingers around the edge of the desk to stop the intense need she has to pull at her own hair and scream with impatience.

"Jesus, look at you," he whispers huskily.

She moans, her head rolling around on her neck and her chest straining. "Please, Daryl."

He grunts, both hungry hands reaching up to yank the cups of her dress down and roughly grab her breasts, twisting her nipples hard enough to make her throw back her head and moan throatily. It barely tapers off before he forces another grunting one out because he shoves his cock straight into her, managing to get nearly halfway before her unprepared pussy clamps down on him.

"Fuck yeah," he whispers, jerking his hips hard and forcing his way inside.

Beth can't describe the way he makes her feel, her stomach intense with butterflies and her very blood singing with pleasure, her whole body remade into a network of touch. Sound dies away, Daryl's panting grunts and her own whimpers like dying back ground noise while she feels his driving cock stroke along her inner walls and caresses a spot deep inside.

Even muted she doesn't sound very attractive, nothing at all like her practised ooh's and ahh's that she gives out like candy to her clients. This is real, this is unfiltered and this is amazing. Gripping his forearms and grinding her hips to his thrusts is amazing and all she do is chant slurred praises and his mutilated name.

An orgasm is quick and speedy, wiping her out until she's completely numb and silent, her mouth open in a scream that can't work past her throat and her eyes locked with the first guy in her lifetime that has ever made her have a real orgasm. It's intense, completely overwhelming and Daryl is as stuck in it as she is.

Not even minutes later his jaw is straining so hard she's worried one of his teeth with crack and when he wrenches out of it her its violent and hot, his cum scorching when it sprays across not only her pussy and her stomach but also her exposed hips and trembling inner thighs.

She's not sure she can ever speak again or move, let alone drive all the way home and to be honest, she's not even really thinking about moving ever again because she sinks like she no longer has bones into the desk and lets her eyes slide shut, sweat gliding cool and slick down her temples and hot cheekbones.

Daryl collapses down onto her, his weight heavy and hot and somehow perfect, not overbearing or crushing but full of comfort and she doesn't even bother to relax her legs or try to cover up. Instead, she stays motionless with them splayed open, parted to accommodate his thick body.

There's really no plans at all in her brain until the door hammers hard and her heart jump starts her brain into whirling action. Daryl is the first one to jump up and try to organise himself and Beth does the same a little sluggishly a couple of seconds later, adjusting her dress and settling her thong back into place.

Smoothing out her hair, she turns to face the desk and picks up a random pen, saying a little shakily but still rather convincing she thinks when Daryl opens the door, "so I just sign here an' we're all done?"

Daryl cleans his throat and says, "yeah, all set. S'up?"

There's a long drawn out sniff and Beth's heart races at Merle's little cough that could have been a laugh. "Been in here a while, got shit to do."

"I'll be outta here in a sec, she's been real fuckin' difficult 'bout the price."

Beth rolls her eyes and continues to pretend that she's signing paperwork while Merle hums under his breath. "Right. Well, come the fuck on then, I ain't stayin' any longer than five 'cause you're slow, boy."

The door shuts and she straightens up to look at Daryl who's back is still turned to her and is covered in scratches. She gasps and he looks at her with a tiny, tiny smile. "You think we're done?"

Her pussy flutters at the same time as her heart but she's pretty sure it stops when he nods his chin to the desk. "Get your dress off. We got five minutes."