by Aly White
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watch as Max massage the wrists of Tristan, rubbing circles on the skin where my necktie dug too deep, leaving red marks on the unblemished skin. Tristan hums as she massages the skin soothingly, a relaxing sigh escaping his lips as she moves her hands with gentle ease.
I look up only to see Max staring at me knowingly, a soft, small smile lighting her face before she speaks, her eyes not leaving mine although she directs the command to Tristan.
“Tristan,” she starts, her hands slowly placing down the wrists of Tristan on the bed. Tristan hums in reply, eyes still closed. “I would like you to kiss Caleb.”
Her smile widens after the words leave her lips, before raising an eyebrow at my baffled expression. My attention shifts to Tristan who starts to sit up, and then makes his way towards me, crawling on all fours.
I hear a whistle leave Max’s pursed lips before Tristan crashes his against mine. What I thought to be a torrid kiss turns out to be one of the most gentle kisses we have ever shared for the past two years. I sigh contently in his mouth, a small smile finding its way to my face.
“Now that you two have finally kissed,” Max starts as she leans against the wooden headboard. “Tristan, you should apologize to Caleb.”
Tristan whips his head slowly as if he is trapped in a slow-motion movie, eyebrow raised, and the word ‘why’ remains to be unspoken, but the look on their faces is enough to let me know that they have understood each other.
“Oh come on,” Max says exasperatedly. “You know what you did. Just go and say sorry to Caleb.”
When Tristan did not say anything, but only raise his eyebrow, even more, Max adds, “Fine, if you say sorry to Caleb right now, I will give both of you blow jobs. At the same time.”
At this, Tristan immediately turns towards me, an apologetic smile graces his face as he utters his words of apology, loud enough for Max to hear.
“I am really sorry, Caleb,” he says, pressing his palms on the sides of my face. “I’m really sorry.” He pulls me towards the bed, our foreheads touching, eyes closed as he dips down to give me another one of his chaste kisses.
Max comes up behind us, her hands snaking on our waists as she joins us, and soon enough, our bodies tangle around each other. My lips soon find Max’s as Tristan uses his mouth to trace the outline of her body. I feel Max shiver, making her lean against me. She moans into my mouth as Tristan lowers himself on her, perhaps brings his lips to her pussy.
I smile into her kiss as her hand finds my already hardening cock pressing against her stomach. She gives it a slow pump, her fingers running from the base to the tip, pumping it yet again. My hands found its way to her breasts, pulling, tugging, and massaging her nipples and the mounds of flesh.
My mouth leaves hers, trailing kisses down to her neck, then to her collarbones, and then running my tongue against her already perked and erected nipple. I suck and graze my teeth on one nipple while my hand plays with the other. She gasps as I let go of her right nipple, turning my attention to her left nipple and does the same.
She squirms between us as I make my way to the lower half of her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses as I suck and nip at her skin.
“Just fucking fuck me,” Max pleads, the corner of her eyes wet with unshed tears.
“As you wish,” Tristan replies without missing a beat, his eyes meeting mine as the words leave his mouth, a silent communication passing through between us.
Tristan positions himself with his back pressed against the headboard as he pulls Max towards him, her back facing him. Max moans as I press the palm of my hand against her wet pussy, her hip grinding down into my hand. Tristan places his hands on the side of her waist, his grip on her firm enough that she could not grind harder into my palm. Without warning, Tristan thrusts into her, his hard cock going in sliding in easily.
Max’s hands take hold of my shoulders as I press my lips against hers, her moans lost in the kiss as our tongues battle over for dominance. She bites my bottom lip as I slip a finger inside her, adding another one on the second thrust.
My fingers go out while Tristan’s cock goes in, and Max could not do anything but writhe between us as we thrust in and out of her, the rhythmic pattern making her throw her head back. She groans and moans, her hands flailing, her whole body quivering, as she finally comes, her cum spilling on to my hand and onto Tristan’s dick.
I watch, mesmerize, as Max raises my hand, the one slick with her cum, to her pretty mouth, sucking and licking my two fingers still sticky with her cum as if it’s a lollipop. Her hands come up to my chest, pushing me down the bed, right beside Tristan.
I look at the man beside me, only to find him smiling as he watches Max go down on both of us, her hands resting firmly on our thighs. Tristan turns to me, still smiling before he leans his head on my shoulder, eyes droopy and daze as Max take his whole length in her mouth.
I moan as Max wraps her fingers around my own hard, twitching cock, giving it a few quick pumps, her thumb pressing hard on the tip of my cock whenever she reaches the top. I quickly bury my face in Tristan’s hair, moaning as Max tugs at my cock gently, pulling it closer towards Tristan’s.
I feel Tristan’s body shudder beside me, my own body doing the same as Max shifts, this time, taking my already leaking cock into her mouth. I watch her as she takes me in, thrusting my hips forward as her soft, warm mouth, replace her hand.
Tristan groans into my ear, nibbling the soft spot as his breathing hitches, whispering into my ear how much he loves me, and at the exact moment, I buck my hips forward as Max’s tongue ravage the tip of my cock, licking and sucking.
I throw my head backward as she slides her mouth up and down, my cock hitting the back of her throat. Burying my hands into her hair, and gripping at her long, black locks, I tug her head downwards, meeting my own slow thrusts. The hot, aching sensation fills the pit of my stomach as I pant, fucking Max’s face as I chase my own orgasm.
“Hah-I-hah—I’m going to come,” I say harshly, my voice hoarse.
I moan as she settles into a faster rhythm, and it did not take long before I grip her hair, tug it harder, closer into my mouth as I come. Sparks run through my spine as her tongue swirls around my cock, licking all the cum and swallowing it.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my lips finding Tristan’s forehead. Max shifts once more, her full lips leaving my cock as she gives the orgasm that Tristan deserves. I thrust into Max’s hand, riding the high of my own release as she pumps my flushed cock slowly, while her tongue works on Tristan.
The man beside me finds my waist, his iron-like grip would no doubt leave a blooming bruise the next day, while his other hand finds the head of Max, tugging and pulling and pushing at her hair. Tristan groans into my neck, biting into the soft skin underneath his mouth as Max licks the head of his cock. Her eyes meet mine before she closes her mouth over the tip of Tristan’s cock, gaze locked into mine for a few more seconds before she takes a deep breath and takes Tristan down to the hilt.
It did not take long before Tristan was quivering beside me, groaning as he buries his face into the crook of my neck. I turn my attention towards Max who is already sitting up, a soft smile gracing her face as she watches Tristan besides me.
Her eyes then shift to my direction, and her smile widens as an unspoken understanding passes through us. I beckon her to come towards us, Tristan moving away from my side as Max settles in between the two of us.
“I’m really sorry,” Tristan says, pressing his lips to my forehead. “I love you so much. Remember that, okay?” he murmurs before pressing another kiss, this time on my lips.
I watch him turn his attention to Max, who is watching us with a smile plastered on her face. “What did we do to deserve you?” Tristan says to her before pressing a kiss on her forehead, too.
Tristan goes to his side of the bed, one arm resting behind his head while the other is resting on my hip, pulling me closer towards them.
“Max,” Tristan sta
rts, his voice slurring as drowsiness slowly consumes him. “You don’t have to bribe me with a blowjob for me to apologize to Caleb.” He says as he closes his eyes.
Max laughs at this. “Of course, I know.” She replies, pulling me closer to her as she buries her face in my chest.
Thank goodness the bed is big enough for the three of us.
Maxene
“You can still go back to it, you know?” my handler says to me on the other line while I slip off the bed where Tristan, Caleb, and I had a really good night together.
I recollect everything that has happened last night, all of the good things that transpired within one night. I look around at the beautiful room that Caleb has given me as my temporary home while I wait for the penthouse to be done, but what makes the room more beautiful is the view of the city.
“Go back to what?”
I stand up and walk up to the balcony, holding the phone in between my ear and my shoulder while my hands fix the blanket that is around my body, tightening it around. I make sure that it would be intact and won’t give me the risk of flashing in front of the people in Caleb’s estate.
“What do you mean, Wyatt?”
I am not dumb, I know that he is implying something and I feel I know what it is. I am just here hoping that it’s not what I think it is. “You know? Your old job?”
I say nothing as I wait for him to expound on whatever he is trying to tell me. If he is going to be my handler, he knows well that he must be straightforward with me.
It is not because I wouldn’t get it if he doesn’t, but it would be a form of respect for me and not treating me like I am just one of those naïve girls that want to be famous. I know that I am more than that, so whatever truth he wants to tell me, he better spit it out.
I can hear him sigh on the other line. It is obvious that the next words that he is about to say are not going to be exactly the things that I would like to hear from him. Considering that there are lots of ways that would make me jeopardize my own career, especially when I did not exactly know that whatever that I did would do that.
“Here’s the thing…not that I’m judging you or anything—you know best that I won’t do that to you. I’m your handler for fuck’s sake—”
“Whatever you’re going to tell me, you should just spit it out,” I tell him as I listen to him ramble, choosing his words carefully. He can feel that his next words might offend me, but that is for him to decide. I know that I can handle anything now especially after everything that I have been through—I am jaded enough to take it.
“Honestly, it’s about that job,” he starts.
It is obvious in his voice that he does not want to talk about this topic because I think he really feels that I would be offended by it. “I get that that was the only way for you to get by back then, but still, considering that you’re auditioning here and there and then there’s the restaurant that doesn’t really pay you much.
“I am not taking the things that you did in the past for you to live against you, but we have to face the fact that the industry in you are in now is a very dangerous place. One way or another, they would know about it, even if you don’t plan to be a superstar or anything—paps, entertainment news, fans, and haters alike.”
I swallow and purse my lips. I know that I had no choice then but being a dom is one of my stepping stones to get to where I am now. I did not really fuck my way up to where I am now, but I know that the funds that I got from that job helped me survive all this time, so I am not necessarily ashamed of it.
“Wyatt, you know that I am happy where I am now. That means that you are also aware that I am not going back to who I was before—”
“I know, I know. I don’t mean it that way. What I mean is, you have to be very careful, Max. The music industry isn’t exactly the friendliest place to work in.”
He must have been flustered with me speaking like that to him. I know that he means well, but I did not expect it to sting at all. To think that my whole career is at the edge because of that one thing that I did in the past for me to survive.
I pinch my nose bridge and think of the things that might happen if people knew that I was an ‘entertainer’. I already have this image that all I wanted is to share my music with the world, and I do, that is as true as to why I am in this industry in the first place. Music is my passion—it’s my life, I don’t know who I’ll be without it.
“Hey, look, believe me, you don’t have to come back to it. But just make sure that you’d keep that secret a total secret. I’ll help you, don’t worry, but most of the work will be coming from you because it was your job once, I’m just your handler,” he says in the most reassuring way he can even if it doesn’t have that much effect on me.
“I have to go now, alright? Make sure no one will find out about that. I’ll call you again for updates.”
“Okay, thanks, Wyatt.” Not saying any more, I hang up the call and walk back into the room and sit on the edge of the bed, just staring at the carpeted floor.
I breathe in and close my eyes. I don’t have time to think about this. The day has just started, starting it with bad vibes would just make the whole thing bad.
With me heading towards the bathroom to freshen up, I ready myself for breakfast, putting only minimal makeup just so I would look fresh. But all of that preparation comes to waste as the moment that I step in the dining hall, Caleb and Tristan are nowhere to be found.
Instead of their presence, one of the staff comes up to me, holding a huge box tied up with a ribbon. “Miss Maxene? Master Caleb and Master Tristan left you this.”
“Yes?” I look at the staff incredulously with him holding out the box towards me with me taking it off his arms, placing it on the dining table. “What is this?”
I look up to the staff, but he has already disappeared, walking away from me as fast as he could so he can tend to other things. I untie the ribbon that keeps the box sealed and find myself staring at this little black satin dress with a note placed on top of it.
I recognize Caleb’s handwriting on the parchment of paper, saying, “Wear this and go to the address at the back of the note. Tristan and I will be expecting you. -C”
Maxene
I step out of the Range Rover that Caleb sent out to be my ride to the place, spoiling me and justifying it with that his new talent deserves all the luxury that he can give me.
It’s not that I don’t like the idea of it, but I think with the way that the people are staring at me right now, it’s not exactly the way I like it. Each pair of eyes feels like a heavy burden as if they are expecting things from me especially when I just came out of a Range Rover.
Each step I take gives me a new pair of eyes that gaze upon me, looking at me from my head to my toes, it feels like they are judging everything that I am and that they must be thinking of something foul about me, like who is this fraud? What is this wannabe doing here?
I lower my eyes, trying to avoid their heavy gazes on me. If they looked at me any longer, there would be holes in my skull. All I can do is hope that there is one person in this crowd of celebrities and socialites that I know personally, so I would feel less uncomfortable with my skin. Somebody—anybody, I just want to take my attention away from the fact that I am being stared down by the people that I occasionally see on television, giving me a massive anxiety that whispers that I am not good enough to be in their industry.
“Max! Hey, Max!” A voice rises above the music and the other people gossiping with each other, from my bowed-down face, I look up to see Caleb squeezing his way towards me, occasionally greeting his guests here and there.
With the way that he greets the people that surrounds him, it’s obvious that he is very much a people person and he has made connections with all of these people here. Music producers like Caleb never cease to amaze me, they may be the people who usually just work in the background, but they are the pillars of what makes a great artist.
My eyes light up at the sight of Caleb
walking up my way, it feels like God answered my prayers despite not exactly being the most favorable child that He has, considering what I have been doing in my life for several years. Honestly, I feel happy that somehow, He still listens to a person like me despite everything that I have done in the past. I shake my head as I push the thought of being religious to the back of my head, not that I hate being like that but this is not exactly the right moment.
Caleb finally reaches me and immediately kisses both of my cheeks, not minding the people around me as if this is something that is very normal. Well, for him, maybe, but definitely not to most people.
The contact in front of lots of people makes me blush a little. I may be very confident in bed but doing something as intimate as this in front of many people isn’t really my thing. “Come on. Follow me.”
He just grabs me by my wrist and guides me all the way to stage of the venue that is all the way in front of the place. He doesn’t mind that I am close to staggering behind him. His strides are so long that I am not sure if I can keep up with his pace with these really high heels that came with their gift. He looks like he does not exactly have the time to wait around, so I follow as fast as I can.
He lets go of me once we got ourselves to the side of the stage. He looks into my eyes with this little twinkle in his, obviously excited about something. But I’m as clueless as to what that is.
“Wait here, ‘kay?” He kisses my hands first before he goes up the stage and takes the microphone from its stand, with the ensemble behind him pausing their music.
He taps the microphone and clears his throat. “Hello, mic test. Is this on?” He looks at somebody in the technical team, and he nods—I am not able to catch whoever that is but Caleb just goes on talking in front of everybody.
“Welcome, welcome, everybody!” All of his guests cheer at the sound of his voice echoing in the room. “Are y’all having fun?”
The guests answer in unison, making his smile grow from ear to ear. He claps his hands together and continues, “Well then, I’ll give you something more fun, but promise me that you’re gonna be nice to her. I’d like to introduce my newest gem, my sweet nightingale, Max Flores!” He holds out a hand towards my direction, and the staff tells me to walk up the stage.