My 3 Rockstar Bosses

And oh shit, but as I pulled back, one large hand snaked into the drop of my décolletage.

“Hmm, seems you’re getting the hang of it, aren’t you pretty girl?” asked Mr. Tanning. “The other guys loved you.”

I colored. Because clearly, the billionaires talked. But I was beyond that now. I was going to own this situation.

So instead, I just smiled again as one big hand stroked a nipple in my dress, the aching pink stiff and nubby.

“I’m so glad I did a good job,” was my throaty purr. “When my customers are happy, then I’m happy.”

Those blue eyes gleamed.

“I don’t think it’d be too much to say that you’re the best we’ve ever had,” rumbled the alpha, his smile like a wolf now. “And I mean the best.”

The blush was immediate. Holy cow, I was number one? How was that possible? I was a virgin just yesterday, unpracticed and shy. Plus, these guys have had dozens of women, the most beautiful and desirable ladies in the world dying to date billionaire CEOs.

But Mr. Tanning merely smiled again.

“It’s not about flashy looks or perfect hair,” he ground out. “It’s about a sweetness and innocence, plus a beautifully curvy body. And you have that in spades. Now what do you say sweetheart? You want to show me that body?”

I was ready for this. So standing up, slowly, I pulled the back zip to my dress down, the fabric pooling at my feet. And today, I’d worn soft, slippery black lace lingerie.

“Shit,” the pilot rasped, eyes roving over my figure, eating everything up. “Shit, shit, shit.”

My coo was immediate.

“But how do we do this?” was my innocent smile. “You’re flying the plane. You can’t just up and leave.”

Mr. Tanning’s smile was wolfish.

“Haven’t you heard of autopilot sweetheart? You just flick a switch here,” he said demonstrating, “and then we’re good to go.”

I gasped. Of course. These planes can practically fly themselves now, especially one as high-tech as the Gulfstream G650. Heck, they were even talking about self-driving trucks these days, massive machines that would trundle along our great country’s highways without a driver. So autopilot was absolutely an option.

But Mr. Tanning’s eyes gleamed again.

“The plane will fly itself baby, but that doesn’t mean I can leave the cockpit. Someone’s still gotta be here to monitor things, so that means you and I will be getting’ down here.”

I nodded, cheeks blushing. There wasn’t a lot of room, but that’s okay. By now, the tent at his crotch was enormous, and I wanted a peek. More than a peek. I wanted to feel something in my snatch again, huge and full. My pussy was so hungry and that man meat was just the thing. Oh god, how did things get like this? When did I become such a creaming slut?

But my head shook again. This was the new me. The new Joanie, who was assertive and confident. So cocking one hip to the side, I purred at the man. Literally purred.

“How do you want it then, big boy? Where’s the hot seat?”

That while smile flashed again, blue eyes gleaming.

“Well before we get to that, sweetheart, first things first. You know I have a job to do. Auto-pilot is one thing, but you can’t just go totally hands off. I’ve got to keep the speakers on and keep in contact with flight control.”

I nodded, a little confused.

“Sure,” was my whispered reply. “Of course.”

Did he not think I was sexy? Why was Mr. Tanning pulling back all of a sudden? But the billionaire nodded to a bag in the corner.

“Reach in there and get out the gag, will you?” he asked casually, like he was requesting a glass of water. “The one that’s black and cock-shaped.”

Now my mouth really did fall open.

“Wh-what?” was my stammer, face going red. “The what?”