Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Casey groans, closing his eyes for a moment. “Oh shit.”
I feel my cock jerk in my pants.
“Well, that does it,” I rasp. “Seems our girl wants it bad, so are you guys still on the fence? If you two fucking losers want to pass on this opportunity, then speak now, otherwise, I’m going to text her back with a date and time.”
Brad stares at the screen again, his cock jerking in his pants.
“Text her,” he growls. “I’m not missing this.”
Casey nods, a flush on those high cheekbones.
“Yeah, I’m in too, but we’ll see. How the hell did she get your number anyways?”
I grin.
“I slipped it to her while you two assholes were walking away from the best thing that’s happened to us in a while. Frankly, I didn’t expect Carrie to call, but that’s what you get when you encounter a cock-hungry ho. They always call.”
With that, it’s set. We’re going to look up the sexy brunette and see how the land lies. Maybe we’ll fuck her until she’s screaming, but maybe we’ll hold off. Maybe we’ll make her work for it while sussing out her true motives. The fact is that at this point, I don’t really care because I want into her sweet body bad. But come what may, one thing is for certain … the sassy girl has some naughtiness planned, and we’re not going to miss it for the world.
CHAPTER 5
Carrie
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m back at the club, and I’m determined to get James, Brad, and Casey to pound me hard. It’s so terrible, but after James left me his card, I started inquiring around about the three men.
“So who are these guys?” I asked one girl, Peyton, whom I’ve become friendly with. “Do they come around a lot? Do they hook up with dozens of hostesses?”
The cute blonde stared at me.
“They’re different,” she begins.
“Different how?” I ask.
Peyton takes a deep breath before lowering her voice. “Word is that James, Brad, and Casey like to do three on ones,” she confided. “You know, gangster style. Why, are you into that?”
I pause for a moment.
“Maybe. I suppose I could be,” I hedge. “But is there a catch, or anything like that?”
Peyton shakes her head slowly.
“No catch that I know of. Just that Brad, Casey, and James are pretty selective, and haven’t been around the club in a while. I think they were in a relationship with a girl, but that didn’t work out, so they’re back for the time being. I don’t know for sure, though,” she murmured. “It’s just a rumor.”
Yet Peyton’s words intrigued me, and now I’m at Club Z waiting for my dates to appear. We’re scheduled to meet at 8 p.m. in the lounge, and I’m excited, but also buzzy and nervous at once. After all, I really want to get this show on the road. If I’m going to tempt Bruce Chapman, then I need to have all the moving parts in place before I can pull off my grand plan, where I demonstrate that I’m a horny girl who’s not put off by his penchant for group sex.
Then again, I’m not quite sure how I’m going to orchestrate the reveal because first, I need to convince Brad, Casey and James to do a public gangbang. We’re obviously not there yet, so you could say that I’m still stuck at square one. But even if I do convince Casey, James, and Brad to ravish me in public, there’s the issue of getting Bruce to watch. How would I pull that off? Should I tape us, and then slip the video to Bruce via Tess? Should I stage a public gangbang at that Rose and Lily spa I caught him at? Would that even be possible?
So many details. I shake my head, but honestly, right now, I just need to focus on what’s in front of me: getting Casey, James, and Brad to play. My mouth waters as I think of my dates. They’re tall, powerful men with black heads of hair and piercing blue eyes. All three are built like gladiators, and even better, I’ve already gotten a glimpse of those heavenly cocks. The men are long, thick, and girthy, just the way I like it. That’s a big part of what propelled me to send James those naughty photos. Even if this Bruce thing doesn’t work out, I want to feel those cocks plugging me nonetheless. I want to be hammered hard in all three holes before the men leave deposits in my sweetest spots, even if Bruce never sees.
But that’s the whole point of doing this, my conscience chides gently. Why are you doing a menage if Bruce isn’t going to witness the depravity? This whole thing is for him.
I brush the voice away, shrugging nonchalantly. I don’t feel bothered, to be honest. Somehow, the thought of Bruce isn’t that interesting to me at the moment because we all have our own lives to live. Maybe the obsession is wearing off. Or maybe, it’s the anticipation bubbling in my pelvis because Casey, James, and Brad are incredibly gorgeous. I lick my lips in anticipation because I want to be with three men bad, and I’m inches from making it happen.