by Mia Masters
“Wow, this place is surreal,” said Zack.
Christian got us a table and paid for bottle service. It was a high end, VIP section that must’ve cost a small fortune.
In the distance, I could see other young celebrities with the same set up. There was a significant portion of the club goers, young and beautiful, who were looking in our direction. Some of them took pictures, while others just gawked.
We shared some Grey Goose vodka with tonic, toasting to the four of us and a fabulous night, and then hit the dance floor. It was fun dancing with the guys. They surrounded me and I felt protected. I didn’t have to worry about every dick slinging muscle head trying to dance with me or grope me on the dance floor.
We made it clear we were together and the only person doing any groping was me. I didn’t get too crazy, though. I wanted to keep it light, classy and tasteful.
We went back to the table to get more drinks. Someone from the next table had reached over and helped themselves to our Grey Goose. A bouncer was alerted, and the guy was thrown out.
I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, but the club didn’t like that kind of behavior. They couldn’t condone it. We got a complimentary bottle as a replacement, so we were happy. But I couldn’t help think that if word leaked out about this, we would somehow be blamed for being the bad guys.
A few more dances and I was getting wiped out. I was pretty drunk, so I asked the waiter to bring us ice water so we could stay hydrated. The boys had been holding back, so they were still pretty sober.
I was getting silly. I started making out with Zack at one point and then I just giggled.
As the hours dragged on, I started getting tired. Dancing was fun, but I was full of expensive food and vodka. I thought it was time to go home and get it on.
What’s the point of going out to a club if you don’t go home with someone you’re going to have sex with?
Christian tipped our host, waiter and the guy who was acting as our bodyguard. Outside, the night air was cool as we waited for our limo to arrive.
A group of young, college-age guys were sitting in a car outside. One of them spotted me.
“Hey, little miss four-way slut! Heads up,” he laughed.
He threw a soda on me and the cold shocked me into reality. His friend tried to drive off, but the car sputtered.
Monk was upon him and reaching into the car before he could finesse the engine. Monk took the keys and tossed them. Now they were stuck.
The guys dragged all three college kids out of the car. They looked as if they were going to beat the hell out of them.
“Wait! Wait,” I shouted. “Don’t hit them. Just hold them.”
“You have to press charges against these guys, Blythe,” insisted Monk. “You can’t let them get away with that. It was assault.”
“Okay! Okay. I will. But if you hit them, that will get you in trouble and they can press charges too,” I said. “You have to let them go and just keep them here for the cops, okay?”
Monk and the guys cooled down and the college kids seemed to relax.
“I-I’m really sorry,” said the kid.
“How would you like it if someone did that to your sister or mother?” I said.
“Look, I am truly sorry,” the kid repeated. “I was being an ass.”
He opened his wallet and handed me forty dollars.
“Here,” he said. “For your clothes. Honestly. Can we not involve the cops?”
I took the money.
“Okay,” I said, even though my dress had cost way more than that.
But I didn’t think it had been ruined.
“Blythe!” objected Christian.
“Christian, it’s my decision,” I insisted. “Just let them go. Now get.”
We let the kids get back into the car. It still wouldn’t start, so the guys reluctantly gave them a push. It started and they college kids rolled away in their beater.
“I can’t believe I just gave a push to a guy who assaulted my girl,” said Zack.
“Oh, it was just a soda,” I said. “Relax, I’m fine.”
“Well, at least let’s stop at my place,” said Zack. “It’s not far and I have a huge walk-in shower.”
“Now that sounds like a perfect topper for tonight!” I said excitedly.
When we got back to Zack’s place, I saw that it was indeed a giant-sized shower. The four of us could easily all fit. The shower heads came out of the walls in various directions. I stripped naked and rushed inside.
“C’mon,” I said anxiously. “Who is going to soap my back?”
The guys quickly stripped down and joined me under the warm water. Now we started touching and kissing. I kissed Zack, then Monk, then Christian. They all had such manly, fit and hard bodies. I tingled in their arms, feeling their strength and the rush of the shower water.
Then I got on my knees and tasted their cocks. I sucked and stroked each one, bringing it to rigid hardness. But more than that, I had a surprise for this night.
We had been together for a while and I believed the boys had been as faithful to me as I had been to them. Plus, I knew we got regular STD tests as part of the check-ups we did for the studio.
So, as Monk stepped out of the shower to get condoms, I stopped him.
“No, it’s fine,” I said. “I’m on the Pill and I trust you guys. How could I not trust the men I love?”
I put it out there. Sure, it sounded like my heart was on my sleeve, but I didn’t care. I was in love and I had never been happier. Maybe it was all the booze, but I wanted their bare cocks inside me more than anything that night.
“Mmm, cum on my face,” I begged. “I want to taste you all! I want that sweet cum dripping down my face.”
All the sucking and stroking suddenly began to pay off. Christian spilled his hot load across my mouth and face. Then Monk spurt his cum onto my forehead, nose and lips.
Finally, Zack jerked himself into my mouth and his sticky seed shot down the back of my throat. I licked it all up, not wasting a drop, moving the rest into my mouth with my fingers.
“Mmm!” I said. “That was hot. Now fuck me silly.”
There was no rest for the wicked and no rest for my guys. Monk took me from behind immediately and started to pound my pussy. The warmth of his cock filled me up and made me feel energized.
I took turns sucking Zack and Christian again. Then Monk pulled out and Christian took me. I leapt into his arms and he fucked me standing up, while I wrapped my legs around him. Zack moved in from behind, stuffing my ass with his hard cock.
They worked me like a piston for a few minutes. It was glorious. We were moaning and grinding into each other. Then they exploded again, and I could feel the warm hot cum fill my ass and pussy.
Shaking, the boys pulled out and Monk took me again. Watching us fuck, he had become extremely aroused.
He took me against the shower wall like a beast. He plunged his big cock into my pussy, savaging my hole and stretching it in new ways. I could feel his aggressiveness and strength as he fucked me.
His manliness was alpha and erotic. Feeling helpless against him just made me cum again and again.
Finally, he filled me with his seed blast, its hot stickiness splattering the walls of my pussy. It was electric and it was heaven!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blythe
The next morning, we woke up at Zack’s place, a little hungover. He made us each a smoothie that helped, but I still took some aspirin to dull the pain.
I checked the tabloids and the Internet, but I didn’t see any word of our shenanigans yet. I was kind of hoping it would all bounce right back in our favor, but I guess TMZ had moved on to other things.
At first, I planned to do my laundry. Wearing a pair of Zack’s old shorts and an old t-shirt, I started getting the clothes ready that I needed to wash.
“Ya know,” said Zack. “You should think about moving some things here. I mean, I think we’re at that stage, right?”
“Otherwise, you’ll have to remember to take an overnight bag everywhere,” said Monk. “And that sounds inconvenient.”
“Well, if I’m going to do that, I guess we could pop over to the apartment now and get myself some clothes,” I suggested. “I can’t wear this all day. No offense, Zack.”
“None taken. Those are my back up jogging clothes,” he admitted.
We hopped in a limo that Monk called for us and went back to my apartment. Almost immediately, I sensed that something was askew, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Then I walked in and found my five brothers – Josh, Drake, Kallen, Cody and Bryce – waiting for me. Not surprisingly, my brothers had gotten wind of my new lifestyle and did not approve.
“Guys! What are you doing here?” I said upon entering.
“Who are these guys?” asked Monk.
“These are my brothers, Josh, Drake, Kallen, Cody and Bryce,” I introduced. “This is Monk, Christian and Zack.”
“We know who they are,” said Bryce. “You guys are sick! How dare you take advantage of our sister?”
“Whoa! It’s not like that!” said Christian.
“Yeah, we’re in love with Blythe,” insisted Zack.
“It’s true,” agreed Christian.
“We do love her,” said Monk.
“Oh!” I said, my heart melting. “You guys!”
I tried to give them a hug, but Bryce pulled me away and then the whole thing turned into a shoving match. My brothers were trying to pull me toward them, while “protecting” me from the boys.
It was absolute chaos.
“Stop! Everyone stop,” I shouted over everyone.
Everyone got silent just as Harlow walked out of her room at all the noise.
“Oh, you’re busy,” she said. “I’ll come back.”
And with that, she went back into her room.
“You could’ve texted me that they were here!” I called after her.
“I could’ve!” she called back. “But they were rather intimidating and said it was a family matter I should stay out of.”
“You cannot stay here!” insisted Bryce. “This city has warped your mind. You can’t have a relationship with three men.”
“I can and I do!” I insisted. “Who are you to tell me how to live my life?”
“Guys,” ordered Bryce. “Start packing her things. Josh, pull the truck around.”
“You don’t give orders here, Bryce!” I snapped. “Not in my home. Now, get the hell out if you’re not going to support me. This makes me happy and if you don’t want it, then you don’t want me to be happy.”
“Come on now,” said Drake. “Don’t make us drag you out that door kicking and screaming. We’re gonna take all your stuff.”
“Go ahead! I’m not going with you,” I insisted.
“I will carry you out myself, if I have to!” threatened Bryce. “You will not stay here. Is that clear?”
“I can. You can’t stop me. You’re not dad!” I snapped. “You lay one hand on me, I’ll do more to you than when I beat you at arm wrestling!”
The guys laughed. My other brothers snickered. Bryce looked cornered.
“C’mon, now. You kicked me right in the nuts right before that!” he mentioned. “I was in a weakened condition!”
“Hey look,” said Monk. “Why don’t you guys stay a while and get to know us? We love Blythe and we’d love to get to know her family.”
“Well,” said Bryce, unsure. “That’s right kindly of you, Monk. I suppose. Since my sister ain’t gonna come with us, anyway. I suppose we don’t have a right to force her.”
“I know a great barbecue place you guys might like,” suggested Christian. “Uh, no offense, but you look like a barbecue crowd.”
“That we are,” agreed Josh. “Okay then.”
“Guys, why don’t you go? I’ll get caught up with my brothers,” I said. “We can do barbeque later.”
“Are you sure?” said Christian, a little worried.
“It’ll be fine,” I said. “Love you.”
I kissed all three of the guys and told them that I loved them. They reluctantly headed out the door. I set out to chastise my brothers for being such jerks.
“What the hell, Bryce? What the hell!” I said. “I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of my boyfriends, but you really put me in a tough spot here. Why are you here? Who sent you?”
“I can’t tell you that,” said Bryce.
“It was Grandpa,” Cody followed up sheepishly.
“Goddammit, Cody!” snapped Bryce.
“What? Why did Grandpa sent you here to kidnap me?” I asked.
“He was sitting in the old age home watching TV,” explained Cody. “He saw the TMZ report about you and some of the other reports. It didn’t paint the situation in a very flattering light.”
“Honestly, he thought you were in trouble,” said Bryce. “He begged us to come out here. You gotta talk to him.”
“Me?” I snapped. “What am I going to say?”
“Well, you’re gonna have to tell him something!” said Bryce. “I can’t tell him we came all the way out here and failed the mission. Just explain it to him like you did to us.”
“The man’s in his 70’s!” I said. “He’s not gonna understand.”
“Well, ya better make him understand,” said Drake.
I dialed Grandpa Kelly. The nurse in the home answered. I explained who I was, and she patched me through.
“Hello? Who’s this?” he demanded.
“Grandpa Kelly, it’s me, Blythe,” I said.
“What? Who?” he asked.
“Blythe!” I shouted into the phone. “It’s Blythe. Your granddaughter!”
“Oh,” he said. “Thanks for calling.”
“Wait, wait!” I said. “Why did you send my brothers to Los Angeles?”
“Huh?” he asked.
“I said, why did you send my brothers to Los Angeles to bring me home to Montana? Are you upset at what you saw on the TV?” I asked.
“I sure am. I don’t like the president!” he snapped.
“Not that,” I said. “What the TV said about me!”
“Oh, that,” he said. “Wait a minute. Were you dating a foreigner?”
“No, I’m dating three men at the same time,” I said.
“What? Well that seems like a lot,” he said. “But isn’t one of them a foreigner?”
“No, Grandpa Kelly,” I said, a little condescendingly. “And who cares if he is? Listen, I’m in the middle of shooting my movie. You take care, okay?”
“Okay, Cody,” he said. “Nice talking with you.”
I hung up.
Well, that explained a lot.
“Guys, he barely remembers what happened,” I said. “I know you have to respect Grandpa Kelly, but you don’t have to do everything he says.”
“Well, to be honest,” said Bryce. “We did agree with him. I saw the report. It made you look bad.”
“That wasn’t my fault,” I insisted. “I had absolutely no control over that. Look, you can ask all the questions you want at dinner. If you must.”
“We’re just worried about ya,” said Drake. “And besides, we thought you left us all behind for the movie biz.”
“It’s not like that,” I assured them. “I didn’t even expect to be a movie star. I’m supposed to be a stunt woman, but the lead actress broke her leg.”
“Why didn’t they hire another actress?” asked Cody. “Seems like that would be the move.”
“Because the producer really believes in me,” I said. “Hey, you guys wanna see my trailer?”
“You mean, like on a movie set?” asked Bryce.
“Well, on the studio lot,” I explained. “The sets are actually in sound studios, which are also there. Come on, you can drive me over.”
We all piled into Bryce’s t
ruck and went over to the studio. Bryce started to pull up to one of the parking meters outside the walls.
“Wow, so much parking!” he said. “Do I have to pay the meter today?”
“No, no, we can’t park here,” I said. “It’s a bad neighborhood.”
“But there’s nothing here,” said Bryce.
“Trust me,” I said. “Just pull up to the guard house. I’ll get us in.”
“Well, hello, Ms. Kelly,” greeted Mac.
“Hey Mac,” I said. “These are my brothers. I’m going to show them around the lot.”
“All right. You have a good day, folks,” said Mac, letting us in.
I directed Bryce where to park and my brothers and I got out of the truck. They kind of looked like country bumpkins. They were wide-eyed and looked around the lot. They were impressed by its sized and had endless questions about what was shooting and how everything worked.
“This is like a whole different world behind that wall!” said Bryce, astonished. “And you get to come here every day?”
“Yep,” I said. “And here’s my trailer.”
I opened the door and let them in. They were impressed by the trailer’s size and scope.
“Help yourself to a snack,” I offered. “It’s free for me now, but when the movie is over, I have to go back my apartment.”
“Wow, so you can live here?” asked Kallen. “What do they charge for something like this?”
“No, no, Kallen,” I said. “They pay me, and this is all free. It’s so I can relax and get changed between the scenes we’re shooting. Sometimes I would sleep over during the week since we get up so early. It saved me time on my morning routine.”
“But what will they do with the trailer when the movie’s over? Do they give it to you?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Well, they don’t throw it away, right?” asked Bryce.
“Of course not!” I laughed. “They clean it and use it for the next actor or actress that needs a trailer. The studio owns them. They also own everything you see here: the props, the wardrobe, the buildings, even the plants. They have a whole warehouse just to keep plants that they need.”