“So I’ve heard. Keep me updated,” I tell her, preparing to hang up.
“Eric—wait!” Linda gasps into the phone.
“Yes?”
“I was just wondering, if, um…if maybe when you two are back from Japan, you and Chase might want to…you know. Fuck me,” Linda begs. “I know you have the girl from the pageant, Kara, and everything, but I really don’t mind sharing—I mean, she’s fucking gorgeous, she can have me, too. All three of you could take me together, just, oh my god, Eric, please, please fuck me, please—”
I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose and shaking my head.
“Linda, get off the Protein Plus, have yourself some water, and get yourself to bed,” I say reassuringly. “It will all be better in the morning—I promise.”
“And then you’ll fuck me?” she whispers hopefully.
“No,” I tell her sternly. “But it won’t be so bad once you’ve had some rest.”
Chase and I share a dire look as I hang up the phone.
“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” I say, tipping back the rest of my drink. The bartender trots over immediately and tries to pour me another, but instead I just slide him a generous tip for his services.
Unfortunately, it’s not the tip he was hoping for—but we play for the wrong team for this poor bastard, so money will have to do.
“I just hope Kara forgives us,” Chase says. “If we had known…”
“Yeah,” I agree. “We wouldn’t have given her that shit in the first place. Let’s just start with apologies and work from there.”
“As soon as she gets back?”
“As soon as she gets back,” I agree. I don’t love it, but I know what we have to do.
Kara
I trained. I practiced so fucking hard. I did everything I could to turn myself into a lean, mean, naked beauty pageant-winning machine.
But now that I’m here, and it’s real, and it’s all actually happening...I’m so not ready for this pageant. Like, not even fucking close.
It’s not that I’m not hot enough. I know I look fucking good. And it’s not that I’m not strong enough—I can out-lift any of these other women without breaking a fucking sweat.
My hair hangs down to my waist in a long, dark golden braid, my tits are perky, and my ass is nice and firm.
I should be fucking owning this rehearsal...but I’m not.
I’m too fucking horny to even think straight.
Chase and Eric made me come, like, a dozen fucking times before I left this morning, and now I’m a horny little ball of desire. It’s all I can think about—sucking dick, taking dick. Cocks and balls and cum, oh my!
Chase and Eric are at the forefront of my mind. I just can’t seem to shake them or get them out of my head.
They’re so damn sexy and gorgeous, and they’re all I can think about.
I want them to fuck the living shit out of me. I want them to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for a week.
That’s how badly I want them.
I’m so wet that, as we practice the parade portion of the pageant, my juices are dripping down my thighs, making them slippery and totally fucking distracting.
I try to wipe away the proof of desire by rubbing my knees together, but it’s not enough to make any difference.
And then, I fucking do it.