My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“We had turbulence,” he drawled carelessly. “It was the weather, what can I say?”

Aaron snorted at that.

“More like turbulence in the cockpit,” he growled. “Fucker you’re still hard. Get that stiffie out of our faces.”

Because it was true. Joanie had been so good that Tom was still semi-erect in his trousers. But that asshole didn’t care. Smiling that shit-eating grin again, the pilot sat himself down.

“So shoot,” he grunted. “What are we here for today?”

And carefully, I escorted Joanie to a nearby chair. God knows she had to be sore, servicing so many men all the time. Straightening, I stood before the assembled crowd.

“We’re here to discuss our business plan,” was my cool voice. “We’ve got some decisions to make.”

“Shoot brother,” drawled Aaron. “We’re listening.”

But the thing is that our most important guest hadn’t spoken yet. This wasn’t supposed to be about us. It was supposed to be about her. So I turned towards the female.

“Sweetheart,” I growled. “I don’t mean to put the spotlight on you so quick, but as you can guess, we’re very interested in you.”

“Me?” she gasped with a tint to those pink cheeks. “Me?”

“Yes, you,” I drawled. “Because we like to know our girls. Where you’re from, where you want to go. It makes for better employee retention.”

That got a smirk from Aaron.

“No one works for Elite Air their whole life,” he grunted. “But knowing and understanding our employees makes for a better employee satisfaction. Helps us tailor the program, which usually means better results.”

Fuck, the fucker was lying. Had he been talking to HR again? Because hell, generally we don’t care much about the girls. They’re willing young things, females with perfect bodies that we fuck and suck, before paying them off. It’s wrong, probably even illegal. But that’s been our MO so far, and it’s worked. All this stuff about “getting to know you” was bullshit.

But then again, we want our employees to feel cared for. The girls perform better, their cunts get creamy that much faster. So yeah, our words had some truth behind them. Just not in the way the girls expected.

But Joanie

was an innocent and her eyes went wide, small chin nodding.

“Well, there isn’t much to know about me,” she said softly.

“Sure there is,” rumbled Andrew, playing his part. “Every woman is precious and desirable. Tell us what you want, baby.”

I rolled my eyes where the brunette couldn’t see. Fuck, these guys were laying it on thick. Any more and warning bells would go off.

But Joanie was charmingly earnest, and she sat up straight.

“Well, like I was telling Mr. Childs earlier, I want to be a chemist,” she murmured. “I’ve always gotten good grades in my science classes, so I want to get a college degree and then become a research scientist somewhere.”

I sat back, dumbstruck. Again, most of our lovely employees aspired to be actresses and models, pursuing their fortunes in Hollywood. So this was the polar opposite.

“Well, why aren’t you in college then?” growled Damien. “A girl like you can get a scholarship no problem.”

Joanie nodded, ducking her head a bit.

“I did get one, but it wasn’t enough,” she confided. “Tuition at State is something like fifteen thousand a year, and I only got enough to cover a third of that. There’s no way my family could make up the difference, so I needed to work for a while.”

We shared a glance amongst ourselves. Shit, ten thousand was all she lacked? We made that in an hour, if not a few minutes.

But Joanie went on, small chin firm.

“So I joined the work force,” she stated. “Besides, I’m not afraid of hard labor. And the six week flight school seemed perfect because I couldn’t handle the training to be a paramedic. The sight of blood knocks me out,” she confessed softly. “So that was never really an option.”