After Remi retires to her room, I jump back on the computer to finish some work.
It’s now just past eleven and I’m so damn exhausted and sexually frustrated, that I want to scream.
I don’t know what’s going on with me, but ever since working the VIP section the other night with my new boss, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sex.
I keep picturing his strong hands on my body as his beautiful lips run along my skin, tasting me. What I wouldn’t give to see if his dick is really as big as it appeared through those thin dress pants.
My thoughts make me feel dirty.
“He’s your boss, Rebel,” I remind myself, while clicking through my emails, deleting all of the spam.
I freeze and my heart starts racing with excitement when I come across an email from Alphachat.com.
The email came in at three o’clock today, letting me know that Lynx Kade has an opening tonight at midnight and I have until eleven thirty to confirm or deny.
“Shit, what do I do?” I look up at the clock to see that I have less than five minutes to make my decision.
My whole body is screaming to click the accept button, but my head is telling me that this whole thing is crazy . . . and dirty.
Extremely dirty . . . but exciting. I need excitement.
Swallowing, I make a rash decision, knowing that time is running out and I have no clue if I’ll get another opportunity if I decline.
Remi made it very clear that this Lynx guy has a waiting list and can sometimes take weeks or even months to get a private session.
He has to be good. At least for my aching body’s sake; let’s hope.
Hitting accept, I fight to catch my breath the whole time, while typing in my credit card info. I can’t believe that I’m actually paying $700 for fifteen minutes of play with some guy.
“I’m insane. I have to be.”
Quickly shutting down the desktop computer, I rush to my room for privacy and take a seat at my desk, opening up my laptop and starting it.
Reaching for my bottle of water, I undo the lid and take a huge gulp, while logging back into the site and watching as the minutes countdown to midnight.
The closer it gets to midnight, the dirtier, but more excited I feel.
I can’t deny that it gives me a rush, knowing that I’m about to watch some stranger touch himself for me.
“Oh fuck . . . Oh fuck.” I suck in a deep breath once it counts down to the last minute. “I’m really doing this.”
In a panic, I double check to make sure that I have both the volume and the screen turned off so I can stay completely anonymous.
I calm down a little and take a deep breath in just enough time for a picture to come up on the screen of a black, leather couch.
After a few seconds, a hard, muscled body appears in front of the screen, before my boss’ face comes into view.
“Oh my fucking God!” My hands go up to cover my mouth as I watch him adjust his computer, before taking a seat on the couch. I can’t believe my boss does this on the side and that I’m about to see everything he has to offer.
He’s wearing a black V-neck shirt that is clinging to every muscle and a pair of sweats, showing off his muscular thighs. His hair is messy and he looks so damn good that I want to taste him.
“I see you’re a first timer,” his husky voice comes through, making my thighs clench. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I’m not doing this. I’m not doing this.” I begin typing, unable to stop myself. “I am doing this . . . I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Badgirl@heart - Take your shirt off, please.
A sexy smirk appears on his face. “No need to be nice.”
Standing up, he grips the back of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head, exposing the sexiest, firmest chest I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Oh. My. God.”
Tossing his shirt aside, he lifts a brow and lowers the waist of his sweats, just enough to expose the very defined muscles, leading down to the bulge that I’ve been dying to see. My eyes are glued to the tattoos across his lower stomach as I lean closer to read, “Veni. Vidi. Vici.” I know exactly what that means. I came. I saw. I conquered. Holy fuck that’s hot.
“What now, BadGirl@heart? You going to show me just how fucking bad you can be?”
My heart’s beating so damn hard as I type this next part, that I have to erase it a few times and rewrite it because I keep messing up.
BadGirl@heart - Slowly run your hands down your abs and then lower your sweats.
“So bad girl likes it slow . . . and hopefully hard.”
Starting with his defined chest, he slowly and teasingly runs his hands down his body, going lower until he reaches his abs. He then grips the top of his sweats, teasing me and making me go crazy for him to hurry up and just lower them out of the damn way.
I’m practically sitting on top of my laptop at this point, licking the damn screen.
His body is even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Every dip of muscles has me aching to run my lips over it.
Sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, he pulls it into his mouth and slides it between his teeth, while lowering his sweats enough to see that he’s not wearing anything beneath.
I instantly start fanning myself off, while watching him lower it further down to expose the base of his thick, hard shaft.
“There’s not much stopping you from seeing my cock now. It’s already hard and waiting for you to tell me what to do with it.”
“Oh my fucking . . . oh shit. I’m about to see my boss’ dick. This is against all the fucking rules, but I want it so bad.”
BadGirl@heart - Take your sweats off. I want to see you touch your dick for me.
I can’t believe I’m doing this or that I just said that to him.
Smiling big now, he turns the other way and lets his sweats lower to his feet, giving me a full on view of his very sexy, muscular ass.
I see him move his legs, stepping out of his sweats, before he kicks them aside. Then he squirts something in his hand and his arms move as if he’s stroking himself. His muscles flex and so do mine as I watch him.
“Hope you’re naked by this point. If not . . .” he lets out a husky laugh. “You’re going to want to be.”
Feeling my pussy lightly clench from his words, I realize that I’ve never been so damn horny in my entire life.
I’m so turned on right now that it almost hurts. This has never happened. My toes are on fire with the heat that is spreading down my body.
Watching his ass as he slowly strokes his dick, I spread my legs and slide a finger inside my panties, surprised at how wet and slick I am down there.
BadGirl@heart - I’m ready . . .
“I hope you’re fucking ready, because I’m so damn horny right now that I can’t wait to come for you.”
Turning around, he slowly runs his hand over his enormous length a few times, before releasing it, giving me a chance to take it all in. He moves it from side to side a few times, allowing me to see that it extends past his leg like he’s showing off and I appreciate the show. He’s standing there with such confidence while he manages to twist me so tight.
“Holy fuck!” My finger works faster, pushing in and out as my eyes stay glued to his dick, taking in every last detail.
The head is smooth and the shaft is long and thick—so damn hard that the veins are throbbing as he grabs it again and begins stroking.
There’s really no other way to describe it other than it’s the biggest, most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen and I want it on me and inside of me.
I never thought I’d say that. Ever.
Just when I thought I’d seen everything I need to have memories to keep me up for a lifetime, he adds to it. The sound of him literally slapping his palm with his dick proves how hard he is. The repetitive hard slapping noises do something to my insides and I can’t even comprehend how hot this is. Does he have any idea how fucking sexy he is?
His strokes speed up then slow to a torturous rhythm while he rubs his thumb over the head a few times. He’s standing close to the screen now and I can’t see his face. His dick is so close to the screen, I can see every bit of the moisture leaking from the tip. He’s lubing himself up even more with each stroke using the pre-come that’s dripping out.
Seeing him getting close to coming for me has me so close to release that I’m literally moaning and biting my bottom lip so hard that I may have just drawn blood.
“Fuck me . . .” Slowing down, he grips his dick harder and leans his head back, drawing out his release as it squirts out hard and fast, coating his hand.
He continues to stroke it, covering his dick with his release as he moans out.
I whimper out myself, losing control as my own orgasm rocks through me, almost causing me to scream out because it feels so damn good.
My mouth is frozen in an O of enjoyment, when I look up to see his face in the screen as if he’s watching me. His smile is gorgeous and I wish like hell he was really looking at me like that and not some blank screen.
I slide my fingers out of my panties, dragging the moisture over my cleavage before I lean my elbow on the desk to appreciate his face just a few minutes longer. I can’t believe this just happened. I have a feeling he’d be livid if he had any idea one of his new employees was on the other end of this call.
Reaching for a Kleenex, I lean over my laptop and end up spilling my water all over the keyboard. In a panic, I start cussing and lift it from the table hoping to keep most of the water from settling. I don’t want my last few minutes to end, so I set it down and reach to start drying some of the spill only to practically have a heart attack when I see the damn camera button flashing green.
“Oh shit!” Freaking out, I quickly slam the computer closed and fight to catch my breath.
Not only from the most intense orgasm of my life, but from the fact that my boss might have just seen my face and now knows that I asked him to touch himself for me, knowing that it was him the whole time. I can’t believe I was so clumsy. What in the hell? Maybe he didn’t see me.
I’m going to kill Remi for not telling me these guys are local. No wonder there was so many drop dead gorgeous guys in the club last night and I even thought I recognized a couple of the faces.
This is not good. So not good.
Although nothing has ever felt better in my entire life.
My boss is the beautiful dicked man that every girl fantasizes about and now I want him. So damn bad . . .
HOLY SHIT. I’M EITHER SEVERELY fucked up about the new bartender, or that comical display of craziness was her after she got to see her boss in action.
I was just about to spend a few minutes messaging BadGirl@heart since she was a new client, then all of a sudden the screen came alive with chaos, and in the midst of all that, I swear it was her tits and tats that the camera was focused on once the screen stopped moving.
Her long, thick brown hair was there . . . the girl was built like her, with some tattoos that were a blur as she moved, but I didn’t get a clear shot of the face. Fuck.
I’ll just have to torment her a little to see if it was really her. I’m guessing I’ll be able to tell the second she sees me. I can always tell when a woman has watched me. She’s either blushing or attached to me like she’s in heat. I have to say I prefer the blushing type over the aggressive horny ones.
I mean shit, a guy needs a little challenge once in a while and there aren’t many women out there willing to give one. Especially in this fucking line of business.
I’m not the slightest pissed that one of my employees might’ve just seen me, I’m more frustrated with the thought that it was actually her and I didn’t have the chance to thoroughly introduce myself as the entertainer I’m known to be. That was a shitty show and since it was my last one for the night, I made sure I came so I wouldn’t go to bed with my balls hurting.
“Fuck.” I exhale loudly as I finally take my eyes away from the black screen. Why couldn’t I break the fucking rules and record the people on the other end? Then there’d be no question because I would’ve watched the damn recording in slow motion just to know if it was her or not.
Hell, it was her body in my mind when I came. It was her fucking sexy body in my mind all damn night.
My schedule is all fucked up since I bought Club Royal and to say I’ve been stressed is a fucking understatement. I need some shit to give soon or I’m going to sell that fucking place just for the mere fact that I don’t have time to deal with personnel issues.
“You ready?” Blaze busts in and I want to kick his damn ass for never knocking. I hope like hell one day he walks in to find me balls deep inside some girl and then maybe he’ll consider knocking.
Knowing him, he’d try to join in and I’d have to keep from killing him just to finish the job.
“Five grand for thirty minutes. Get your ass up and let’s make this happen.” He begins pacing like he’s fucking nervous and I can’t help but wonder what the hell is up with him.
“What’s the request?”
“She wants you and Knox in the room with me.”
“No fucking way. I’m not fucking sword fighting dicks to get money when I’m bringing in the money I do on the damn daily. Get one of the other guys,” I say firmly. “Levi will have no problem.”
“No can do. She wants you.”
“Well, she can want in one hand and finger herself with the other. I’m not going in.”
“You know this is a whole new direction for the company now that we’re all in the same house. I’d think you’d want to see how the shit works out before we start offering special shows like this,” he points out.
“I’m not so sure this is a direction I’ll take the house.”
“You’d be an idiot then. She’s ready to drop five fucking grand to watch three of us for half an hour.” He continues to stand over me until I rise to my feet and contemplate his idea. Maybe he does have a point there.
“Blaze. We have to have fucking boundaries and rules in place before we go into something like that. I’m not running a live fuck feed and these people will start to request shit that most of us aren’t going to do. Then we piss off customers because shit isn’t ironed out in the beginning. We need to meet on this as a house and decide if we’ll do any combo shows. Then offer it on the site as an option. I’m not going in to some fucking room and winging it with two naked guys for thirty minutes. You can fuck off.”
“Give it fifteen then. I’ll go in and tell her we’ll do three grand for fifteen.” He’s a fucking persistent little fuck when he wants something bad enough.
Shit.
“You’re such a pain in the ass.”
“But I make you some major fucking money, Brother. You know I’m right about this. Let me help take the club to a whole new level.”
I sit back in my chair and think about what he’s saying. Fifteen minutes is nothing and it’s a perfect time for me to test it out and see how this might go down. I can consider this my one and only combo session unless a miracle happens and something changes my mind.
“Fine. But touch me with your dick and I’ll yank that fucker off your body,” I growl.
“Calm down. The last thing I want to be near is your dick, but I’m willing to be in the same room for that kind of cash.”
“Alright. Go get Knox on board. I have just a few things to do to close up my night in here. Tell her we’ll do her call at one.” I hear him close the door just as I sit back in front of the black screen on my computer.
I have a few last minute emails to send tonight. The grand opening party is tomorrow night and I’ve only invited three of my clients. We were supposed to get at least ten a piece in here. Hell, I may have to roam the streets
to get my invites in here.
The profile of BadGirl@heart stares back at me and the curiosity is killing me. Is it the hot Miss Rebel that has been haunting my thoughts, or just some woman that had a few similarities?
Who knows. Honestly I haven’t been myself since the guys moved in and Club Royal started to take over more of my time than I wanted.
I doubt she’d come to the party if it is her, so I find it easy to hit send on the invite headed to her email. I do however get a feeling of satisfaction knowing that I’m teasing the hell out of her if it is her.
Thinking about her reaction to receiving the email forces a giant smile on my face before I move on to send a few more emails.
PRIVATE INVITATION
YOU’RE INVITED TO A SPECIAL GRAND OPENING PARTY THIS SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE ALPHACHAT.COM MANSION. ALL IDENTITIES WILL REMAIN PRIVATE AT THIS GLOW IN THE DARK EVENT AS WE SPEND TIME WITH SOME OF OUR FAVORITE CLIENTS. THIS INVITATION IS GOOD ONLY FOR THE OWNER OF THIS PROFILE. YOU’LL RECEIVE SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE EVENT ONCE YOU CONFIRM YOUR ACCEPTANCE TO THIS INVITATION.
WE LOOK FORWARD TO THIS EVENT AND HOPE YOU’LL BE IN ATTENDANCE.
SINCERELY,
YOUR GUYS IN THE ALPHA HOUSE
Honestly, if it is her I won’t want nine other women here to meet me. She’ll be my focus and that may piss some of my clients off. So I really need to think about how I want to handle this.
I spend the next hour doing paperwork and finalizing a few emails that I needed to send.
“Hey, Boss. I’m back. Let me know if you have any extra calls to handle tonight. I cleared all of mine to handle the club.” Nash stands in the doorway to my room looking at me and I feel guilty that he dealt with the club tonight for me and lost out on so much potential money in his own pocket. That fucking club may be the death of me.
“Nash. I’ll cover your fees for the calls you missed tonight. Thank you for taking care of the club.”
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