My 3 Rockstar Bosses

My brothers and I shared another look. Shit, being a paramedic is backbreaking work what with the constant emergencies and stress. This little girl was real different from our past experiences.

I eyed Joanie with growing appreciation.

“Sweetheart, how about something else?” came my rumble. “Did you think about being a secretary or maybe a paralegal? There’s no blood involved.”

She nodded hesitantly.

“I did but the schools I looked up weren’t accredited,” she blushed. “I didn’t want to pay money to a place that was just a hole in a wall. There are so many outfits that issue fake diplomas, and it’s not worth taking the chance.”

We nodded slowly. This girl was smart, real intelligent. So many people get taken by for-profit schools, but Joanie hadn’t fallen into the trap. She knew to do her research, and knocked out those options that seemed bogus.

The girl took another deep breath.

“And after flight school was over, there was an open-call interview held at the big convention center. I went and spoke with Helena,” she confided. “Your HR person hired me on the spot.”

I nodded slowly.

“Helena’s good. Real good,” I rumbled. For sure the middle-aged woman would be getting a huge bonus seeing how amazing Joanie was.

The brunette nodded.

“She was perceptive,” came those slow words. “But I have something to ask you,” she said, voice almost inaudible.

Tom shot her an amused glance. What could it be? Was she going to request a budget for clothes? Some extra pocket money to buy makeup and perfume?

“Shoot honey,” he growled. “No question is too small.”

Joanie took a deep breath, coloring again.

“Well Helena gave me these,” she said slowly, pulling some pills out of her pocket. “But I haven’t been using them.”

I leaned forwards, eyes bulging. Oh shit, oh shit. That was emergency birth control in her hands, the pink ovoids visible within the blister pack.

Both the twins jerked alive as well.

“Fuck,” growled Andrew.

“Fuck this shit,” rasped Aaron.

Because they’d been the ones who’d spurted in her pussy. Or had Tom as well? It was impossible to tell. The pilot just stared at her open palm, his face a mask.

“Did you …?” bit out Aaron.

The girl shook her head slowly.

“No Mr. Adams,” she said in a whisper. “I didn’t take the pills. Not then, not the day after, never. So yes, your cum is probably inside me still,” she confessed.

Oh shit. What to do? This was an unheard-of situation at Elite Air. The apocalypse had happened. Our girls are always on birth control. Helena makes sure of it. Forget that bonus, the hag wasn’t getting anything except fired.

But Joanie shook her head quickly.

“It’s not Helena’s fault,” she murmured. “Helena explained to me that I was supposed to get a prescription from the doctor ASAP. And in the meantime, I was supposed to use these whenever needed. But I never made an appointment with the doctor because it slipped my mind. And I never took the pills,” her voice trailed off.

The six of us stared at her in shock.

“But why?” rasped Andrew, blue eyes raking over that curvy form. “Why didn’t you?”

The female bit her lip for a moment, that curvy form so beautiful, trembling as she perched on the couch.