Three Rockstars of Sin

As soon as I finished speaking, Helena swung into motion.

“I can do more than that,” she stated.

I watched her fumble around her desk. Finally, she opened a drawer and held out a green, plastic sleeve. What was that? Coolly, the woman ran her finger along the side, sliding out an aluminum casing with plastic blisters full of tiny, pink pills.

“Are those for me?” I asked, confusedly. “Are those birth control pills?”

“Yes,” the middle-aged woman confirmed. “I’m going to overnight these to you at the hotel. You should get them the day before you leave Los Angeles. Until then, stay safe. You can use your business phone to find a drugstore that carries condoms if it’s urgent.”

I nodded, pathetically grateful. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t see myself picking up condoms, but maybe the guys and I could control ourselves for the rest of the evening.

Yeah, right.

Helena was silent for a moment, as though waiting for me to say more. But when nothing sounded, the woman spoke.

“If that’s all, I have another appointment,” she said, face totally expressionless. “I really can’t be late to this one.”

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry,” was my apology, cheeks burning hot again. “Thank you again. I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me.”

“Of course,” Helena said.

And then she was gone.

I closed the laptop and slumped in the chair in front of the hotel desk. Asking Helena for birth control had gone better than I thought it would, but my heart still beat heavily, thumping with adrenaline.

Any encounter with that woman made me nervous.

But the conversation had worked. I didn’t have to worry about birth control anymore. Fortunately, there was no one for me to have sex with at the moment. The guys were doing an interview for a radio talk show and then they were supposed to have dinner together. It was going to be just the three of them.

They’ll want to be with you when they come back, the voice in my head whispered.

And shamefully, I wanted them too. My heart raced, pulse beating like a butterfly.

Wait a minute. Helena did know.

She suspected that I would become Hard Fought’s plaything, at the very least. Why would an employer provide birth control otherwise? No questions asked?

But maybe it was because I was on tour. Maybe she thought I was sleeping with some random stranger I’d met along the way?

My eyes stared at the top of the closed computer. Something was wrong with the situation. Holding my breath, I waited to feel some sort of outrage or anger. Hiring me to be their plaything was sick. It was unprofessional. It should have made me furious.

Yet, there was nothing. My soul remained still and unperturbed. If anything, I felt like I should be grateful to her.

Because my life was exciting for the first time. Sleeping with three hot rock stars was pure bliss. I loved being with Brody, Hudson and Gunner. I loved having them inside me, savoring passionate kisses as male seed overflowed my body.

And after a lifetime of being repressed and ignored, I couldn’t get enough of the limelight. Alpha males don’t go after girls like me, but these three couldn’t get enough. And they cared about me too, often calling to make sure I was okay when they weren’t around.

Why would they do that?

Was it an act?

Couldn’t be. The men didn’t owe me anything.

And yet, it felt amazing. It was more than I had ever had before. Darren was selfish and spoiled, a teen boy by comparison.

Plus, being with the alphas has helped grow my confidence. I was already wearing nicer clothes instead of loose, baggy attire. Being bigger made me think I had to hide my figure in XXL t-shirts and men’s sweats non-stop.

But the guys got me thinking otherwise. They liked me sexy, in spandex and dresses that hugged my curves. With their support, I was dressing classier, more expensive, unafraid to show off my full figure.

Confidence looks good.

Because the men made me feel desirable and cherished all the time. Not just when we were in bed, but even when were gathered in the dressing room, laughing together, or playing scrabble on the private plane.

Hudson, Gunner and Brody cared about me. I could feel it emanating from those big forms, those blue eyes that followed my every move.

And even though I knew it was dangerous … all I wanted was more.10Hudson“Hard Fought!”

“Gunner!”

“Hard Fought!”

“Hudson!”

“Brody! Brody! Brody!”

The San Francisco crowd was hot tonight. They screamed, tossing lingerie and showing off fake-looking tits. Some of them even had butt implants. I wasn’t interested, though.

Kate was for me. Real. Luscious. Curvy and soft.

Her thick sweetness was the perfect fit for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about that beautiful female form.

At the front of the stage, Brody acted out the rock god shtick. He flexed his muscles and made sexy eyes at the chicks who’d eat him alive if they got half the chance. The guy was on top of the world.