“Yeah.” Mason stepped closer, finally in better control. “Nobody else can make us lose it like you. You’re our sweet queen.”
“We wanna know everything about our Kitty-Kat, not just how she feels on our cocks.” Trent kissed her cheek and Mason, bending down on the other side of her, bit her soft shoulder. “I want to know what your favorite food is, what you want to do in life, where you want to travel. I want to know everything. We all do.”
I ran my fingers through her hair.
“You’re going to give us what we want, right?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling sweetly.
The lust began to simmer down inside of her. As much as I liked to see our girl on the edge, part of me felt guilty—almost like we had ruined the once-virgin. She wrapped her arms around Mason’s neck. He offered her a small kiss and a hug.
“Come on, Kitty-Kat,” the drummer said, caressing her cheek.
Smiling, she looked drugged but happy, nonetheless. We helped her climb off the table where other people had served up disposable and dangerous treats for other bands.
This candy table wasn’t the place for her. Katy was too special to share the same spot as deadly brown sugar. She was our drug, but she deserved better. So we led her to the back of the dressing room where a door led to a private chamber. And in the chamber was a giant bed big enough for all of us and Katy, covered in white satin sheets. There was plenty of room to roll around, which was exactly why we needed it. A mirror reflected from the ceiling just above the bed.
Old school kinky. I like it.
We kicked off our shoes, and gestured to the beautiful girl. Then, all four of us climbed onto the monster of all beds and got comfortable.
“Hmmm. This is incredible.” Katy lay on her back in the white robe, stroking the pristine sheets. “I didn't know they made beds this big.”
“It's just for you, baby.” Trent kissed the back of her neck and she giggled. “We’ll do anything to make you happy.”
It was a lie. She wouldn’t be happy when we fired her.
Our princess thought we were gods. I could see it in her eyes. She had given us too much power. But that was for later. Right now, it was about getting to know the sweet female.
“Comfy, Kitty-Kat?” Mason spooned her from the back, the dirty bastard, petting her ass with his dick.
I thought he was going to try more, but he let our princess settle into his arms. That was what our drummer was supposed to do. It was not time for sex.
Leaning back, I took her hand in mine. Her hands were so soft, just like the rest of her.
A true angel.
Trent sat near the foot of the bed with her legs in his lap, massaging her toes. She stared at him, eyes wide with astonishment.
“So tell us,” Mason rumbled from behind her. “What is Katy Baxter all about?”
She blushed. It was our fault.
Six or seven times a day, we made love to the woman. The girl moaned and screamed it, but it didn’t change anything. We didn’t really know her, and that was our fault. Because ever since this started, we'd been non-stop fucking. Our shafts knew every inch of Katy’s pussy, but Alpha Prime didn’t know her any better than Jane Doe. So this was a change.
“Um,” She bit her lip, looking so shy and sweet that I had to kiss her pretty mouth. Red-faced, our girl continued. “I um...want to write books. Nothing too special. Just books. I mean, I guess novels. M-maybe articles.”
“About us?” Trent asked, suddenly looking a bit perturbed. “You aren’t a reporter, are you?”
Katy was far from a reporter. Writer or not, she was no paparazzo.
“No, no. Like books about far away places. Fiction.”
“Places like where?” I asked her. “Other planets? Made-up countries?”
It wasn't that I thought all she wanted to do was be a personal assistant to famous people. Even so, this intellectual part of her was a nice surprise.
“I dunno,” she murmured, shrugging. “I haven't really been anyplace. Not like you guys. That’s why I like traveling with you. I get to see so many new cool spots that’d be out of my budget.”