My 3 Rockstar Bosses

Yes, yes, yes. Touch me again. And right there, in the hotel bathroom, it happened. With one finger smoothing my clit, and another eased into my hole, I came all over again. Four cocks, in my mouth, in my hands, between my breasts. Deep in my private hole, and soon my back hole as well.

A jolt ran through my spine.

Because I wasn’t supposed to want this. I wasn’t supposed to give myself to the ecstasy, to anticipate whatever dirty acts would come next.

And yet, here I was, stroking my curves, dreaming about the four men. Coming hard on my hands, pretending it was their cocks in my puss. Imagining the cum flying once more, hot sperm filling my inner cavity with goopy, satisfying warmth.

Oh yes.

That call with Helena had been pointless, not to mention totally unnecessary.

Because I wasn’t going to lie to myself anymore.

I wanted it.

I wanted to engage with the billionaires over and over again.

Unprotected.

Hard. Hot. Heavy.

Their sperm in all my chambers, making me feel good.

And screaming in the bathroom, my cries reverberated, loud like a banshee. But these weren’t screams of distress or agony. These were the screams of a girl who wanted it all.

Because how many more passengers were there?

How many alpha billionaires would use my body, beckoning me to the dark side?

And shamefully, I wanted it.

But there shouldn’t be shame. I’m an independent woman, making a buck on my own time. Who’s to say that what I’m doing is wrong?

And with that, I collapsed, gasping and panting on the floor of the bathroom, curves spilling everywhere. Because it was too good. Mindblowingly amazing, every nerve alive. And my mind was made up. This was my life, and I wanted to live it to the max, for as long as I was welcome. How long would that be? Another month? Another three months? Even a year?

But there were no more tears. Instead, there was only the daze of fulfillment. The knowledge that I’d made the right choice, even if it was entirely internal. Because being a virgin doesn’t mean that I’m dumb. The opposite. It made me sensitive to the newness of the experience, endowing me the ability to see with fresh eyes.

So I was here now, a stewardess with Elite Air. And my future unfolded, steamy and hot, filled with twists and surprises. What would it bring? Who knew? The only difference was me, aware and vibrant, heated yet knowing. Because I couldn’t wait to meet my next passenger.

CHAPTER FIVE

Joanie

Showing up the next day, there was a bounce to my step.

“Chipper eh?” asked Martin, the baggage guy.

I waved cheerily.

“A good night’s sleep will do that,” was my reply as I clattered up the metal steps to the plane. “Lots of zzz’s.”

Martin just shook his head, swinging some expensive luggage into the hold below.

But as I prepped the nuts and champagne, no one showed up. Weird. There was definitely a passenger, their suitcase was already here. So where was our missing billionaire?

Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the metal rungs, a cheerful whistle lilting in my ears.

“Captain Tanning,” greeted Martin from below. “Good to see you again sir.”