Vengeance

“Who gives a

fuck about the abs? My eyes are glued to he who walks behind the rows.” She licked her lips and then bit her bottom lip as she kept her eyes glued to his groin. “That’s what I want to see.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Glaze yanked Michael’s boxers down, where they landed at his ankles. He looked shocked as Glaze took his dick in her hand and started bouncing it up and down in her palm. “Umm, blessed are the flexible for they will not be bent out of shape.”

Michael was clearly nervous but, as suspected, wanted that damn role. His dick was average, but it didn’t feel that way when he robbed me of my virginity in such a brutal fashion.

“Wha . . . what do you mean by that?” he asked, nervous.

“It just means that you have a nice dick, Choad. I like the way it moves so fluidly in my hand. Makes me wonder what it would feel like in my mouth, my pussy . . . and my ass.”

“Listen, maybe I should go.” Michael backed away from Glaze and pulled up his boxers.

“You were right,” Glaze directed toward Duchess. “This motherfucker is light in the loafers.”

Duchess shrugged. “Too bad. I was curious to see what he was working with.”

“My girlfriend would kill me if she found out I did something like this for a role,” Michael said.

“I thought you said you were single?” Glaze pouted. “Wipe your mouth on the way out. There’s still a tiny bit of bullshit around your lips.”

“I am single, technically. I’m not married, but I do have a woman. So I’m not gay.”

“Well, one lie is enough to question all truths. It’s not the lie that bothers me. It’s the insult to my intelligence that I find offensive.”

“I’m not saying that you ladies aren’t attractive,” Michael said, as he gathered his pants to step into.

Damn right, I thought. They’re fucking gorgeous. Go ahead and cave already.

I wish that I could’ve been there to tell Glaze not to let that motherfucker leave before she got what I needed. I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick text message on the burner phone.

ME: DO SOMETHING DRASTIC. START MAKING OUT WITH THE OTHER BROAD OR SOMETHING.

I heard a text chime go off on her phone and she walked over to read the message. Since I was the only other person with that number except for Michael, she realized it had to be from me.

GLAZE: OH, HIS ASS ISN’T GOING ANYWHERE.

“That’s my girl!” I exclaimed.

Right then, Kagiso started rapping on the studio door.

“What?” I yelled out. Then I realized it was soundproof and got up to go to the door. I cracked it open and glared into his eyes. “What is it?”

“Just checking on you.”

“I’m all good.”

“You need anything?”

“Nope. Just some privacy so I can be alone with my muse.”

Kagiso looked concerned and then walked off. I locked the door and put the security bar underneath the knob.

By the time I got back to the split screen on my laptop, things were on and popping. Mission accomplished!

Glaze was in her most comfortable state—naked. Duchess was topless and the two of them were tonguing each other down on the sofa. Michael had dropped his pants back on the floor and was taking it all in.