“Your next,” I said to Dalton and reached for him.
“Nuh, uh.” He blocked my hand. “I’m next in your pussy.”
With that said, Gabriel tossed me onto my side.
“Hey,” said Erik, but he slid down next to me and guided his shaft back in.
Gabriel held my leg high and motioned for Austin to take his place. “I got her good and ready.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m definitely ready,” I said and closed my eyes. I ran one hand down the length of Erik’s body, feeling his muscles contract along with his thrusts. I ran my other hand over Austin’s smooth bald head and gave it a kiss.
From across the room, Jake stood watching. He held a chain in his hand and twirled it slowly.
I reached out to him, inviting him to come take my hand.
He didn’t move but continued watching. Even with his eyes hidden behind the dark mesh of his devil mask, I knew that he was watching. And from his long stiff cock, I knew he liked what he was seeing.
Erik pulled out, leaving the tip of his cock on the rim of my anus. Austin slid himself into my snatch. I threw my head back and moaned.
“Yeah, feels good, don’t it?” said Austin.
I moaned my confirmation.
Austin pulled out, leaving the tip of his thick cock pressed between my labia while Erik plunged back into my ass. Then Erik pulled out and Austin plunged back in. They exchanged thrusts, slowly at first, but once they found their rhythm, they accelerated the cadence. All the while, my eyes locked onto Jake and his devil mask and his chain twirling in one hand, his stiff cock resting in the other.
“Come to me, Jake.”
He didn’t move.
“Come to me,” I begged, while Austin and Erik worked me faster and harder and deeper still, their hands searching and fondling greedily.
“Come...” But I couldn’t finish my plea as a cry of pleasure escaped me instead.
Jake walked slowly and deliberately to the bed. He leaned over me. I reached out, pulled off his mask, and tossed it to the floor. “Come here, my angel.” We kissed long and longingly while a dozen hands stroked my laid-out body.
Epilogue
Greta
The Handsome Agency, hard bodies that are easy on the eyes, was still struggling. But this time we weren’t struggling to pay the bills, we were struggling to keep up with all the work that was coming in.
In order to curb the overwhelming demand, we doubled our rates. When that wasn’t enough, we doubled them again.
Ruby had taken charge of the bigger projects. She was showing initiative and always coming up with great and exciting ideas, though I could tell she was getting a bit restless. She hadn’t come right out and said it, but a big sister knows.
“What is it?” I asked her. “Something’s weighing on your mind.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s nothing. My boyfriend, the city…you know.”
“That doesn’t sound like nothing. That sounds like something.”
She sighed. “I don’t know. Just a bout of homesickness, probably. It’ll pass.”
“Ruby, take some time off if you need it. Go clear your head, take some time for yourself.”
“But there’s so much work.”
I chuckled, glanced at the clutter of glossy photos on the desk then back at her, and said, “The work will be here when you get back. Don’t worry about that.”
She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. “But you couldn’t survive without me.”
I laughed and returned my gaze to the clutter of photos. “Who said anything about surviving?”
Jake had managed to get the charges against him dropped. It was not an easy fight, but he persisted and prevailed. He’d also hired a lawyer for Betty. But all parties agreed it was best she be kept in a psychiatric hospital and get the care she needed. Jake had flown back to Montana to visit her and reported she seemed to be getting better.
The boys kept busy. Austin, Erik, and Gabriel were some of our most popular models, though Dalton got his fair share of requests, too. Cameron managed the logistics of our side hustle while Jake and Matty spent a lot of their free time looking at houses for sale.
When he told me they’d finally found it—the dream home—we all went together to view it.
“What do you think?” said Jake. “This is it, right? The dream home.”
True, it was big, well-kept, nice lawn, spacious garden. “I don’t know,” I said. “It’s nice, but...”
“But?” Jake prodded.
I looked at the map on my phone and showed it to him. “It’s a forty-minute drive from Bonita.”
“And it doesn’t have a pool,” said Dalton.
Jake sighed. He looked at Dalton then at me then at the realtor. “Well, it seems I’ve made a mistake. We need a place with a pool and one that’s closer to Valley Stream.”
I put a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I know you had your heart set on it. It’s nice, but...”