“Perhaps,” I shrug.
She snaps back to focus, smiling wickedly. “Mom always said not to give away the whole thing all at once, you know. But I could show you, maybe just a little bit? Maybe just a taste?”
I hear myself grunt in the affirmative. She walks closer to me, slow as a cat. Yes, as her joints move I can see how strong she is. Small and wiry, but strong. Strong enough for all of us? I’m really starting to wonder.
She drops to her knees in front of me, tugging my nylon track pants down past my hips. My cock springs out, ready for her. She takes it lightly at her fingertips, drawing it toward her smiling lips.
“Is this all right?” she asks in that husky, playful voice.
I lean my shoulders back against the cool metal of the lockers, nodding and watching her carefully.
She has a perfect blowjob mouth. Her lips are full and pillowy. Pink and almost creased in the center of her lower lip. Wet and inviting.
She guides me to the center of that beautiful mouth, brushing the head of my cock over her lips, glossing her pucker with my pre-cum. I shudder with anticipation as she stretches those perfect lips over the head of my cock, rolling her eyes back in pleasure. As she moans, the vibrations dance along her tongue and transfer to the length of my shaft.
She moans again, urging me deeper. I want to hold back, but I can’t. And in seconds I’m plowing her face, pistoning smoothly from the tip of her tongue to the back of her mouth.
She’s pliant and forgiving, allowing me to jackhammer her a few times, just as much as I dare before I explode, filling her mouth to overflowing with my seed. She gulps it down eagerly, then pulls away, brushing the dribbles of it off her chin with the back of her hand.
My body twitches uncontrollably, suddenly empty, completely surprised and saturated with pleasure.
“That was… amazing!” I mumble when I am finally able to catch my breath.
She draws herself back up to her feet, rearranging her clothes neatly.
“So, I assume that was acceptable?” she asks with a sassy shrug.
“Well… I have four more brothers,” I explain. “This isn’t a decision I could make on my own. I can’t offer you the job just yet.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to,” she smirks. “Set something up for later today, would you?”
“I will…” I say, my vision bleary. “I mean, yes. I’ll arrange something. And you are… I mean, what’s your name?”
“Bunny,” she smiles as she turns around, heading back toward the door. Her ass cheeks swish under that flirty skirt and I want her again, I want all of her. I want to bury my face between those plump cheeks and lick her asshole. I want all of it.
“Bunny?” I repeat incredulously she disappears through the doorway, raising her hand in a small wave that wiggles her fingers.
It’s a strange name.
And yet, I can’t think of anything else you could possibly call her.
Chapter 6
Bunny
My heart is beating fast again. I wasn’t sure that my interview with Royce had really gone all that well, but when I got the text instructing me to meet in the penthouse suite in the hotel for another interview, I knew I probably still had a shot.
A shot at the strangest job I have ever heard of.
Chicago looks fascinating, but I don’t think I have time to go exploring right now. In any case, it’s huge. Here, in a luxury hotel on the lake, half the windows look out over at the beautiful blue expanse of Lake Michigan. The other half look out over a dense hive of building after building, with millions of people sprawling all the way out to the suburbs, I’m certain. It’s bigger than I thought. A little claustrophobic, honestly.
It’s probably safer to just wait at the hotel bar for forty-five minutes or so before taking the elevator up to the penthouse. I guess this is where they live? In a hotel? It’s a little strange. I had always thought that hotels were meant for temporary housing, but I guess if you own the damn things, they can be whatever the hell you want.
Rich people. They’re weird.
I sip delicately at my vodka and cranberry juice, wincing as the liquid burns against the back of my throat. Royce’s dick was huge, and the way he shoved it all the way to the back of my tongue was almost more than I could take. I was almost gagging but forced myself not to. I’m certainly not going to give up that easy.
Part of me wants to use some of my free time to give Dahlia a quick call. I want to tell her everything that happened… and I also want to find out why she thought it was okay to basically pimp me out to these guys. Kind of weird, no?