“No worries,” he says smoothly in his Southern accent. “I actually enjoyed the change of pace. It’s nice to have conversations with real legit women standing in front of me while I work. I’m not gonna lie. Some of those tits in that club do wonders for stored images for this job.” We both laugh as he walks a few feet into my room.
“I hear ya. Do you have all of your invitations out for the party tomorrow night?”
“Sure do. All of mine confirmed earlier this week. Most of mine are flying in.”
“Good deal.” This is the exact reason I decided to have this party. My new guys all need exposure and I think this will be a great way to get them that. It doesn’t bother me one bit if I don’t end up with a single client of my own in the house.
Hell . . . the truth is, they’re all my clients.
“Alright. Well if you don’t mind, I’m heading out for a while.”
“See you tomorrow,” I say with a single nod.
I have to respect that guy. Not many of them would’ve checked in here before they went out. I need to make sure I take care of that one. It wouldn’t hurt them all to take notes from him.
“Alright, Asshole. It’s go time.” Blaze steps around Nash as he leaves and I glance down at my watch. It is about that time and now I wish like hell I had never told him I’d do this shit.
“Give me a few seconds to get going, I’ll be right there.”
“She wants us commando in jeans!” he yells at me from behind the door after he closes himself out.
I slide my jeans off and then my briefs. Standing here naked in my quiet room, I try to decide how the hell this is all going to go.
I dip my hand into my coconut oil and start to slowly stroke my cock to the image frozen on the big screen above.
This is a normal nightly ritual for me to get started on my night. I’m not usually starting it all again so quickly right after I let myself come on the last call. Very few get the money shot. That new client has no idea how lucky she was to get that kind of show from me on a first call and she sure as hell is lucky to have received it on a fifteen minute one.
Fuck. I start to think about the odds that it was her behind that screen, just as a reply comes in from her invitation, drawing my attention to my email.
She accepted the invite.
Hell yes.
Now I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave here without her own personal one on one time with me and me alone. The other guys better keep their dicks aimed somewhere else.
It takes me no time to get hard thinking about her now. Fuck the tits frozen on the big screen. The ones I glimpsed on my computer were pure fucking perfection.
I slide my jeans back on my hips, guiding my dick across my left upper thigh before zipping them up. My bulge is obvious as I open the door to Blaze’s room to find Knox already starting his teasing for the client.
The screen is black, but she’s allowing us to listen to her. Her heavy breathing into the monitor proves she likes what she sees when it comes to Knox and what he calls his Southern charmer. Hell, I don’t doubt that his dick probably has more charm than most of the guys in this house.
“I see my three favorite men are all finally together. I was beginning to think I’d have to pay the Alpha House a visit myself just to get this done.” Her voice is sensual and very breathy, showing us just how worked up she already is.
I stand in the background and work to think about Rebel again. She’s done the job for me the past few rounds, so why not try to see if she can get me through this nightmare.
“Alright, Big Guy. Jeans off. Move slow and tease me just like I like it, Lynx.” I recognize the profile as I move closer.
Cougar69 is one of our very loyal clients. I sent her to Blaze when she got frustrated that I couldn’t fit her into my schedule enough for her liking. I can do this for this woman. Hell, I owe a lot of my success to her.
I unzip my jeans before I lift my cock out of them and into her view. “Hell yes. You three are my fantasy,” she says with a small moan. “I just wish I could talk you into a show like this in person.” I ignore her insinuated request and continue working my already coconut oil moistened cock. “Now in that deep sexy voice of yours, tell me what your fantasy is,” she requests, seductively.
I start to give her the standard reply I always have to this type of question, where a woman rides me when I’m driving down the road, when my mind diverts back to a certain beautiful woman: Rebel.
“I see a gorgeous woman covered in sweat standing against a bar.” I pause and allow my memories to replay a scene I wish I could go back and redo. “She looks over at me while she runs her fingers over her damp glistening cleavage telling me how hot it is.” I continue to stroke my dick while I finish the fantasy in my head, but only say pieces of it out loud. “She slides her fingers under her dress showing off a perfectly curved ass before her fingers disappear inside her.”
“Damn, Lynx. Stop talking before I come from your words alone.” She’s practically panting before she asks for Blaze to join in.
Knox and I stand in the background and continue stroking while she talks to him. He drops his jeans to his ankles and I look for something else to focus on. Blaze’s ass isn’t going to do it for me.
“Alright boys. I want all three of you in view. Front and center.” We move forward and stand close enough to give her a view of all three of our cocks. I don’t look down, instead look to Blaze to give him an idea of how bad I’m going to kill him after this shit is over.
He smiles and starts talking to the cougar until she’s moaning her dramatic release through the high quality speakers in Blaze’s room.
I hold my dick in my hand and give her a stroke show through the process, but this scene didn’t win her a damn money shot, even with picturing the hot as fuck woman that’s been fucking with my head all night.
This is so fucked up.
“SHIT. I’M DYING, REMI. HE has to know it was me. What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to act like you liked the show, dammit. I don’t see what the big deal is. If he wanted to hide it, he shouldn’t show his face when he has a session.” She’s still in bed, even though I’ve been screaming through this house since I slammed my laptop closed.
“How do you expect me to act normal after what I just saw? He’s freaking gorgeous under his clothes. Hell, he’s difficult enough to work around knowing what he looks like with his clothes on, now I have to pretend I didn’t just see what I saw.” I plop on the end of her bed and purposely block her view so she’ll listen to me and stop watching TV.
“What exactly did you see, Rebel? I still can’t believe Lynx is your damn boss. Tell me you fingered yourself through his show.”
“I know and what? No, I’m not telling you that.” I stand to leave on that note. She’s obviously not seeing this as the emergency that I do, so this is a hopeless mess I’ve gotten myself into. “I’m going to bed and never coming out of my room again. It was nice knowing you.”
I hold my head in embarrassment all the way back to my room. I can’t believe I let her talk me into a sex chat. It’s my own fault, I should’ve known it would be a disaster and it was.
A. Total. Fucking. Disaster.
My laptop has to be seriously fried now on top of the disaster and embarrassment. Not a good way to end the night at all.
I tip it over a towel and let the remainder of the extra water drip out, praying that it will still work. I’m not sure my face could frown any harder as I open it slowly.
I stand to the side just in case he’s still able to see, through the slim chance that it’s still working and he’s still connected. I know that won’t happen, but I’m taking extra precautions to prevent even the slightest possibility.
I power it on and it seems to be working. “Oh thank God.” This is one of those moments I’m glad I always spend good money on a quality computer.
After letting the page load back up, a ding notifies me of a message within the Alphach
at.com site. I grab my heart in panic, the second I see the subject. My scream is out long before I even consider the ramifications of being loud with something like this on my computer.
Remi comes barreling into the room and looks at me with an unsureness. It may have something to do with the fact that I’m standing across the room pointing at the computer like a monster is literally coming through it. She slowly walks toward it and I don’t move a muscle as she bends over to read it.
“You, Bitch. I was hoping to get one of these. Holy shit! It’s a glow in the dark party. How fucking cool would that be?” She turns to look at me while I’m still frozen in time and speechless.
“Well you have to go.”
“No fucking way. He’ll know it’s me.”
“He probably already knows that. Who knows maybe that’s why you got the invite so quickly. I mean shit, you’re a first timer. I should have a room in that house of theirs with the amount of money I’ve spent in the past few months.”
“Remi. I can’t. That’s not my scene.”
“No, it isn’t. Your fucking scene is this room in front of this computer . . . Whyyyy the fuck is your keyboard wet? Tell me you’re not one of those squirting bitches and I just touched your lady come.”
“Oh my god, Remi. No. It’s water.” I finally take a step toward the computer and begin to let my eyes refocus on the exact wording. Just as I do, she slides her finger over the mouse pad and taps on the word ‘accept’.
“What did you dooooo? Undo. Undo. Undo. Remi what the hell?” She stands as I continue to panic, hitting random buttons.
“Oh, calm down. You’ll thank my ass tomorrow night,” she gloats.
“Tomorrow. Holy shit. I’m not going. I’ll just not even leave the house the entire day.”
“You will. There’s no way I’m letting you get one of those damn invites and not attend. That’s just not even fair to all of us horny women who’ve been hoping to be one of the lucky chosen few.” I listen to her as she walks to her bedroom, yelling at me the whole way. “You’re going and it’s final!”
I lay back on my bed and try to calm the chaos in my head. Replaying our chat session, I try to remember if I ever touched the screen before the water fell. If not, maybe he didn’t see me. If I did. Well, then he saw a lot of me.
I’ve never even been to a glow in the dark party. What do you even wear to something like that? It doesn’t matter. I can’t entertain this idea. The awkwardness of him realizing that it was me if he didn’t already know would be horrible.
He’d be furious. I’ve seen him angry and that would be embarrassing if he decided to make a point with me. I can only imagine he doesn’t want his employees from the club mixing with the guys of the house, let alone with him specifically.
What is happening? This can’t be happening. I’ll wake up soon and all of this will be over.
I close my eyes and try to pretend this didn’t happen. The panic in my chest tells me that I’m very much awake and that it isn’t just a bad dream no matter how much I wish it was.
That might’ve officially been the worst night’s rest of my life. I can’t even deal with the thought of going tonight. It kept my mind occupied all night with scenarios. Some good . . . some bad. Very bad, which somehow made them good. If that even makes sense.
Hell, I don’t even know.
The sound of my regular emails coming in, keeps me from trying to force myself back to sleep and going near the computer right now isn’t an option. I’m thinking if I stay in bed ‘til at least ten this morning, it’ll all seem better. I don’t want to move or even think yet.
My laptop makes a very different sound causing me to jump up from my bed and creep closer. I get within view of the screen and see a missed message from Lynx Kade, the gorgeous chatroom entertainer.
Not to be confused with Lynx Kade, my boss.
Lynx: I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight. There are only a few house rules for the glow in the dark party. You must wear a bathing suit, because the only thing glowing will be the paint you add to your body when you first arrive. There will be a room with very talented artists designing whatever you wish. Lights will go out at 8pm and will not be turned back on until dawn. You’re one of three that I’ve invited, so don’t let me down.
Body paint? Why does that sound insanely sexy? ‘Don’t let me down.’ Really? I like knowing that he won’t be able to see me fully. Maybe he won’t be able to tell it’s me. Who am I kidding, he probably doesn’t even remember me anyway. I’m just one of the many women he has been in the same room with.
I close the message without responding. This isn’t something I’ll be able to pull off. I should just send Remi to the party, she’s the one that wanted to go anyway.
Moving slower than usual, I go into the kitchen to make some coffee. Remi looks about like I do as she saunters into the room, looking mostly still asleep. “Did you hear from the Alpha?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
“What do you mean, yeah? You can’t just say that and not explain.” She’s awake now. Her face has brightened up and I can tell this day is going to be a giant pain in my ass. Especially since Remi has the day off, giving her a whole lot of hours to bug me about tonight.
“It was just instructions to that party that I’m not attending,” I say casually, as if it’s the furthest thing from my mind.
“Can I ask why you’re being dumb this morning?” She huffs. “Should I remind you of the cobwebs building up inside that unused vag of yours?”
“Ew. What’s wrong with you?” My face scrunches up in disgust at the image now in my head. It’s too early for this.
“Just trying to remind you that you need to take every chance you can to get some action,” she says without even a hint of shame.
“I’m working at the top club in the city now, what more do you want from me?” I ask with a small yawn.
“Nothing. Except for you to go to this party.”
“It’s my boss, Remi. Do you not understand that?”
“Oh, I understand perfectly. How fucking hot is that? He invited you, so you must go.”
“I don’t even have a bathing suit.” I point out.
“Ok, hold on crazy. Why do you need one of those?”
“Because that’s what his instructions were this morning. Wear a bathing suit and artists will be there to add glow in the dark paint to my body.”
“Holy fucking hell, I hate you right now.” She stands and continues yelling at me again from her room, then back to the kitchen. “How is it that shy Rebel is invited to something like this, while the bold one, will be here fighting off some giant asshole date again?” She plops her butt on the stool in front of me. “Here. You’ll thank me with that blue one.” She throws a handful of bathing suits on the counter and colorful strings splay out all around me.
“I’m not going,” I mutter.
“Yes, you are.”
“Are you going to harass me until I do?”
Please say no. Please say no . . .
“You’re damn right I am. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you’re going to go and then tell me all about it,” she says with finality.
“Do you at least have a cover up?” I ask on a sigh, feeling more and more helpless as the conversation goes on.
“Nope. You won’t need one.”
“You’re evil.”
“You know you love me.”
She’s right about the love thing. Not so sure about this party though. I take a deep breath and then a drink of coffee before I just take the plunge and agree to go.
“Fine. I’ll go.” I’m insane. Definitely insane.
“YES! I’ll help you with your makeup and hair.”
She screams the yes before she starts making plans to make me beautiful. I just sip my coffee and let her talk. I know her well enough to know this is something that she will want to be a part of, even though it’s going to be dark. I know not to ask her why we’re
doing all this if it’ll be dark. She’d just say something ridiculous about me being there ‘til morning.
“Put on the blue one so I can see how your tits and ass look.”
“You’re barbaric. It’ll be fine.” I walk to my room with the intention of trying it all on by myself, but she follows.
“No, you really need to try the bikini on. Your tits are kind of ginormous compared to mine.” She lifts a brow at my tits. “Seriously . . . it’s not even fair.”
“Alright, alright. Give me a second and then I’ll let you in.” I close the door and lock it because I don’t trust her. I also want the option to not let her see me in it if I feel that’s what needs to happen.
I tie it on and catch myself in the mirror. “Holy shit, I can’t wear this.”
“Why? Let me see.” I open the door and her eyes bulge when she zones in on my cleavage. “Perfect! Now show me that ass.” She walks around me and continues to analyze me even though I’m doing everything I can to cover myself with my arms.
“Stop that. Stand proud. You’re gorgeous, Rebel. This is perfect!” I turn a few times in the mirror and try to stop the critical thoughts running through my mind. “He’s going to be all over you! Make sure they paint you in a way that accentuates these assets, girl.” She points at each of my boobs then at my ass again.
I should feel better about going, but I don’t. She has to say these things. She’s my friend and we all know how that is.
We shopped for five hours. Four hours too long, if you ask me. I managed to get my hair and nails done before we looked everywhere for the perfect heels. That probably took the longest, since in her opinion, they had to be the sexiest ones on the market.
Now I’m in Remi’s car on my way to this mansion, she’s just dying to get behind the gates of herself, fighting my damn nerves and trying not to look so uptight. She insisted that she drive me so I can drink tonight and loosen up. I think this is her way of making sure I don’t leave the party too early. She’s smart.
“I’ll be right by the phone. If you find out you can actually bring a friend, you call me. Oh and also, I guess you can call me when you’re ready to go.” I smile at her humor.
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