My 3 Rockstar Bosses_An MFMM Menage Romance

by Katie Ford

  And with that, our lead singer flopped down on one of the couches in our luxurious dressing room and shoved his thick black hair out of his sweaty face. He tilted his head to the side, giving the typical tortured artist look—if a tortured artist had tattoos up both arms and the rock-hard body of a soldier ready for battle. Even the sweat made him look savage-like.

  The guy needed to wipe down. Hell, we all did.

  I scowled.

  Where the fuck is our assistant?

  Suddenly, a naked girl jumped out from behind one of the screens in the dressing room, platinum hair flying. Instead of swinging naturally to and fro, her bare boobs were stiff like hard balls of plastic, unnaturally rounded and pink.

  If I held a flashlight up to them, they’d glow.

  “Hiiii!” she squealed, wiggling and jiggling her hips. “Hi, I’m Candy! I’m a huge fan—”

  “We figured,” Nick growled.

  If I hadn't been used to this kind of shit happening, I would've leapt right out of my skin, but this was just more of the same shit on a different day.

  “I can't believe we did it!” the girl gasped, still jumping up and down, her fake jugs like giant balloons on top of that skinny chest. “Mandy, where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

  What the fuck? Mandy? Wasn’t her name Candy?

  Then, as if on cue, another girl popped out right behind her, also nude. They were both wearing high heels and nothing else. Pink lipstick and rouge was caked on, while her foundation was as thick as a geisha’s.

  We were repulsed, yet they had no idea.

  “You guys want a taste?” the second one panted like a she-dog in heat. “I’m so good it'll blow your mind.”

  “Yeah!” squealed Candy. “Mandy’s pussy is good! I mean my pussy! My pussy is good! No offense, Mandy.”

  “It’s okay!” Mandy chirped. “There’s enough for both of us.”

  Even their words pissed me off. Before they could say anything else, I was on my feet, brows lowered.

  “What the fuck? Get the fuck out.”

  Nick jumped on the bandwagon too. “How did you get in here?” he growled, threateningly. “Did security let you back here?”

  That took Mandy and Candy by surprise. They were probably used to open arms and a warm reception. Befuddled, the girls looked at each other uncertainly.

  “We bribed them,” murmured one, blinking like a lost cow. Pink female flesh shimmered under the fluorescent lights. Back in the day, we might have went for it.

  “What the?” rasped Trent. “Those fuckers are fired. As of now.”

  “Yeah, which one of them let you back here?” I demanded.

  “Huh? The cute one let us—I mean…oops!” Mandy slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that!”

  She was as dumb as a bag of rocks.

  “I don't give a shit what he looked like,” Trent snarled. “Taking money for access? No shit, sayonara to the whole crew.”

  Those assholes were done for. Their actions were a serious breach of contract. Females penetrating right into our inner sanctum? Absolutely inappropriate.

  It didn’t matter who did it. The others should have stopped him.

  The girls were still staring at us, wide-eyed and hopeful.

  “Out,” rasped Trent, his glare dangerous. “Now.”

  The naked groupies gasped, seemingly confused by our orders. Wobbling like baby deer, they staggered towards the door. One of them looked at me, eyes bulging and pleading.

  You’re not my type, baby girl. Not even close. I like real, luscious women, not tits on a stick.

  We treated our fans worse than farmers treated livestock.

  I’m such an asshole.

  “You heard the man,” Nick hissed. “Get the hell out.”

  And with that, they were gone. There was no more talk, no more negotiating, no more pleading. The girls wobbled out, as naked as the day they were born.

  They asked for it. Not my fault that they don’t know how to act.

  Finally, the big door slammed shut again, leaving us in peace.

  Thank God.

  Unbelievably, a soft rap sounded mere seconds later.

  “Go away!” Trent shouted. “We’re not interested!”

  What now? Why can’t these girls leave us alone? Had they not seen the two naked chicks who’d been booted just a second ago?

  “Sir?” came a soft voice from behind the heavy wood. “Excuse me, sir?”

  In a murderous rage, I pushed past Trent and opened the door, ready to bellow at the unfortunate soul standing there.

  But the angry words were caught in my chest, because instead of yet another skanky twig, there was a girl there. She was innocent and sweet, with large doe eyes and cute pink lips.

  “H-h-hi,” she stammered. “H-hi, I-I’m Katy, your new assistant. I-I have some bottled water for you?”

  This chick was everything we ever wanted—soft and gorgeous, with assets to spare. It was more than that, though. She was the complete opposite of our usual groupie following. Instead of being dressed in some glittery number, the brunette’s pretty shape was covered in a white polo shirt and khaki pants. I hadn’t seen a woman wear actual pants in so long. Covered legs were actually a little startling.

  She certainly wasn’t a groupie. There was an official-looking lanyard around her neck with the word “Katy” printed in block letters.

  Holy shit.

  The brunette was the real deal. Our new assistant.

  “Hey,” I grunted, almost lost for words. “Nice to meet you. Come on in.”

  Slowly, Katy made her way into the dressing room. Silence greeted her, a stark contrast to the hubbub outside. All of us were staring at the incredible female with her lush curves and timid smile. Even Trent put his phone away to give her his complete attention.

  “Yo,” he drawled. “Yo, what up?”

  Katy blushed. “Um, h-hi,” she began hesitantly, putting down a wicker basket filled with water bottles. “I’m your new assistant. I’m h-here to run errands and do whatever you guys need.”

  My brows flew up. Trent and Nick’s did too.

  “What does that include?” was my immediate retort.

  She blushed fierily once more.

  “I’m not sure?” was her hesitant reply. “Getting water, helping you with tasks, that kind of thing?”

  The three of us exchanged knowing looks. I could tell what we all wanted. This girl was right up our alley, and we were going to indulge. It’d been too long.

  Far, far too long.

  Katy had a soft, pillowy mouth and big brown eyes, just like we liked. Her curly mahogany hair fell around a face that looked so sweet and innocent. I needed to find out more.

  Will she scream? Will she beg? Will she take it like a pro?

  The brunette was exactly my type—and Trent and Nick’s. Fortunately or unfortunately, the girl had piqued our interests.

  We went in for the kill, stalking our prey like lions in wait.

  “Anything we need?” I asked, already eager to get down with her. “Anything?”

  Katy nodded quickly. “Anything.” Then her large espresso eyes grew even wider. “Oh wait, but not illegal drugs,” she said quickly. “I can’t get you that. The handbook says that’s a no-no.”

  I threw my head back and laughed uproariously. Nick and Trent did the same.

  She was so damn innocent. Alpha Prime cultivates an image as hard-partying rock stars, but actually, the three of us have always been clean. Hard drugs weren’t part of our gig. Maybe a little pot now and then, but that was all.

  Pot is legal in a lot of places now, so I don’t think that even counts. We only smoked it where we could buy it from a store. None of us trusted random street dealers and we traveled too much to have solid connections.

  “Illegal drugs?” I shook my head. “Naw, that's not how we like to party, sweet thing.”

  “Nope,” Trent rumbled, watching her like a starvin
g jungle cat. “We like our fun dirty and much, much more personal.” He leaned forward in his chair to give her the full up and down, letting his gaze roam those voluptuous curves.

  Katy blushed before turning away, brown curls covering one cheek.

  “Okay,” she murmured. “Just call if you need anything, I’m ready to serve.”

  Those words made my dick jerk.

  Does this girl even know what she’s saying?

  No, she didn’t—not from the looks of it.

  But there was time. We could toy with her a little. She was a sweet new doll that needed to be played with. It would have to be slow. Shy girls took time and dedication.

  “Sure thing,” Nick drawled lazily, leaning back in his chair like a tiger at ease. “We look forward to working with you.”

  Katy seemed completely oblivious. She nodded bashfully before dashing from the dressing room, leaving the water bottles and the basket behind.

  Once the door was shut, we stared at one another, azure gazes hungry.

  “Shit,” grunted Nick. “Did that really just happen? Right here, with these hos all around?”

  Trent nodded, slowly. “Think so, man. And she’s our new assistant.”

  “No shit,” I added. “She’s all ours. On payroll and everything.”

  That made us laugh, but not because it was a joke. We have a secret that not many know about. It’s not hard drugs. It’s not alcoholism or gambling. It’s not a crime even.

  Instead, our secret is women. We love thick, gorgeous ladies just like Katy.

  Even more, we like to fuck them together, three-on-one style. Why not? Guys that fuck together stick together. Alpha Prime has been touring for years now, and foursomes work for us.

  Sharing.

  Syncopating.

  Teaming up on chicks.

  It works well once you get into a roll. Trust me.

  At first, the ladies can be a little nervous. When they realize what’s going to happen, there are some gasping squeals and half-hearted shrieks of fear. Three massive fuck rods and one pussy? It’s thirty inches in the sweetest spot. They’re sore afterwards, but I don’t think a single one of them ever regretted it.

  Once they warm up, they can’t get enough of it. The screams of fear become screams of ecstasy.

  Ten inches. Twenty inches. Thirty. And presto! We’ve got a slut on our hands.

  My dick stiffened as I basked in the memories.

  There’s nothing like sharing a beautiful girl, one with all of her holes plugged simultaneously.

  Mmm, Katy. Kitty-Kat. Come here, kitten. Daddy has a story for you.

  For the first time all night, energy coursed through my veins. Not the fake energy from the bright lights and the screaming fans. Not the thumping pulse of our music, or even the eerie wail of the guitar. Rather, it was the vibe of something new.

  She was beautiful, fresh and ripe.

  Katy had piqued our interest in a matter of minutes. Someone who was clean and natural, not at all like the tramps we dealt with every day.

  Katy.

  Kitty-Kat.

  Like I said, Daddy’s got a tale to tell. Make that three daddies. You’ll fly far with us, Katy. I promise you that.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Katy

  I can’t believe that I just met Alpha Prime.

  My knees wobbled so badly walking out of the guys’ dressing room. Standing was almost impossible. Stumbling past the crowd of chattering, half-naked girls that were still desperate to talk to the band, it was easy to see that they were sluts—all of them. They all looked at me like I was nothing then went back to texting or talking to each other. They were probably right to look at me that way.

  Honestly, after meeting Alpha Prime, I didn’t feel like much of anything. They were surrounded by beautiful women all the time. Stick-thin in high heels with their head full of flowing, blonde extensions. Looking nothing like the gorgeous women surrounding me, I had to be a bit of a letdown for the band.

  Because all three of the guys were like sex on a stick. They showed off their hard bodies in tight jeans, boots, and nothing else. I'd only ever seen chiseled chests and abs like that on TV, on the cover of romance novels, or in porn. They were like something out of my naughtiest wet dreams.

  But these men were real—and I was lucky enough to be working for them!

  Trent, Mason and Nick were so breathtaking that my mind buzzed from the memories, even if it was a unprofessional. But they couldn’t read my thoughts, right? There was no harm in thinking.

  Sexy and huge.

  At least six feet.

  All dominant.

  A trio of alphas just like the name of the band said.

  After all, they were some of the most handsome men I’d ever seen with their piercing blue eyes and black hair. My heart beat so quickly while I was looking at them that I could barely control myself. It was like an animal had taken over my insides. The Katy part of me wanted to run and hide from their penetrating stares, but the animal half wanted so desperately to keep staring at them forever. And do more than that.

  Stop it, Katy! That’s so unprofessional! You have a job to do.

  I turned down an empty hallway and fell back against the wall, relieved to finally have something holding me up. Walking had become almost impossible. Thinking about the band and what I dreamed they would do to me was enough to drive any girl crazy. My knees still shook but at least I didn’t fall on my face, thanks to the cold, block wall holding me up.

  Falling down in front of Alpha Prime would have been beyond embarrassing. My face got hot just thinking about it—and I got hot thinking about them.

  Although everyone knew that the guys weren't related, they looked enough alike to be brothers.

  Bright cobalt eyes.

  Midnight black hair.

  Smirking, gorgeous lips.

  Muscled like MMA fighters.

  Trent and Nick were covered in abstract tattoos up both arms and on their chests, but Mason’s tanned skin was completely ink-free. A buzz of arousal started in my stomach and spread everywhere. Tattooed guys have always been a downfall of mine, even though I was what most would call “a good girl.”

  What was wrong with me?

  Why was this happening?

  Which of them was more gorgeous? I didn’t even know. Deciding would be impossible, even if someone put a gun to my head. Hopefully, that was a situation that would never occur.

  Get it together! You’re not here to stare at them like a groupie. There’s work to be done!

  But a girl could always work and stare, right?

  I giggled, on the edge of hysterics. Someone could walk down the hallway at any given moment, and the fit of giggles would be hard to explain. I needed to calm down as quickly as possible, but it was like all of that gorgeousness had gotten me drunk somehow. Still leaning against the wall in the thankfully empty hallway, I slapped a hand over my mouth. Another giggle slipped out though.

  Obsession flowed through my entire being when it came to the trio of sexy rock stars.

  Did that make me a groupie?

  Maybe it did.

  Because after getting the job with Alpha Prime, I went online to look them up. Apparently, they were extraordinarily famous. Friends and younger cousins had shared plenty of their pictures and music videos on social media, but I had never given it a second thought before becoming their personal assistant. After all, the internet was oozing Alpha Prime. There were fan-pages, people doing covers of their songs, and dozens of news stories. Headlines included things like “Sex Symbol Rock Stars Rule the Stage Yet Again!” and “Is Alpha Prime the New AC/DC?” I had heard of AC/DC. My mother listened to them and swore that they were the sexiest men on the face of the Earth.

  Based on the pictures on her vinyl, we would have to agree to disagree. The members of Alpha Prime were sexier.

  The photos told me that Trent, the lead singer, would be the one I'd fixate on like all the magazines did. But the magazines didn't know an
ything, and neither did all of the fan-pages dedicated only to him. All three of them were equally beautiful men.

  Heart-stopping.

  Panty-wetting.

  I was a virgin, but virgins aren’t blind.

  I looked around the hallway again. It was still empty.

  Pressing my cold hands to my hot face, I slumped against the wall. My clit tingled and pulsed, while a familiar dampness trickled down my pussy lips.

  I was wet for each and every one of them.

  Embarrassment scorched my cheeks. Then, a sense of alarm seized my heart. What if somebody came down the hallway? Libidinousness had only fazed me in the quiet privacy of my bedroom. Without those protective walls and that sense of isolation, being horny was a little nerve-racking.

  After a quick look both ways to make sure nobody saw me, I squeezed my thighs together and just barely stopped myself from moaning out loud. I had to get it together. Professionalism was important. Six-figure jobs were far from ordinary, so screwing it up simply was not an option—especially over something as silly as my libido.

  I had been a personal assistant for less than a day, and it was already proving to be quite a challenge. Over time, the job would get easier. The more that the guys were around me, the less they would faze me—or so I hoped.