My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“I was a virgin until you came in me.”

“You were a virgin?”

I take a deep breath.

“Charlie wanted to wait until marriage. He said he didn’t want me to be a slut. But I never knew even what being a slut was, if that makes sense. So yes, you were my first,” my words rush out as I burrow my face in that strong bicep. “I’m sorry. Are you angry?”

He’s silent for a moment, and my heart crashes. Oh god, I never should have told him. Slowly, I steal a peek at his face.

“Oh sweetheart no, I’m not mad at all. I just wish I had known I was taking your virginity. I mean, you were so tight so I should have guessed, but I just thought that you’d already slept with Charlie.”

“No,” is my soft murmur. “You were my first.”

“Good,” says Mr. Bates, “because that’s all over now Lacy. He’s long gone. God. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I popped your little virgin cunt. That hot fucking cherry tasted so good, baby, I just want to take care of my little princess.”

I laugh as he picks me up by my butt and swings me over his thighs so I’m facing him on the backseat of the limo.

“You’re a natural,” he says. “The way you responded to my cock inside you, I would have thought you’d been a dirty whore your whole life. But you’re just a little virgin princess.” He licks my ear and I feel the hot wetness seeping from between my legs and through the fabric of my jeans.

“We’ve arrived,” comes the chauffeur’s voice over the intercom. I slip off of Howie’s lap and he slaps my ass hard. We open the door to the bright sunlight, my eyes squinting against the scare.

“Come on sweetheart,” says Howie, taking my hand. “Let’s check out what this boutique has.”

And I gasp because as the golden doors swing open, I feel as if I’ve stepped into someone else’s life. I don’t belong in a store like Valentino. But with Mr. Bates by my side … all of a sudden, I do.

CHAPTER 5

LACY

I twirl in the mirror. The salesgirls at the shop are kind and helpful. Maybe it’s only because I’m with Mr. Bates, but I push that thought from my mind. This is like a dream come true, and I’m not going to let bad thoughts ruin it.

Because who am I to say no? So instead, I revel in the luxury. The salesgirls know my size the minute I walk in and give me tons of beautiful dresses that fit my curves just right. The blue striped dress goes best with my pale skin tone and blonde locks. My brown eyes glisten in the mirror. I am so grateful for the experience of wearing such an expensive outfit. But then I look at the price tag and almost scream. It’s double Aunt Margaret’s monthly rent!

A knock sounds on the dressing room door.

I open it to reveal the salesgirl with a wide straw hat and sandals in her hands, along with a beautiful leather handbag and a stylish Italian watch.

“Mr. Bates asked me to complete your look,” she says.

“My look?” I ask, puzzled.

“Yes, so you’ll look fully put together in Italy.”

“Italy?” I ask, dumbfounded.

Now the salesgirl is puzzled as well.

“Yes, for your trip to Italy this summer? He didn’t tell you?” She looks confused and sets the extra items around the dressing room. Frankly, the dressing room is bigger than my bedroom at my aunt’s apartment, and nicer as well. The walls have a gorgeous floral wallpaper and the mirror has a golden frame.

But did the woman just say Italy? The salesgirl smiles and shakes her head before leaving me alone. I try on the shoes and the accessories. Oh wow. It’s a whole new me. I am the picture of an elegant woman on an Italian vacation, someone you might see in a travel guide.

But this can’t be happening. Two days ago I was a virgin maid scrubbing the floor, now I’m a sex crazed debutante? I reach under my dress. I’m so wet I’m about to leak through the skirts. I take off the dress and sit down on the floor of the dressing room while leaning against the wall. I can’t help myself. I’m so full of juice and I just need to let myself come.

I’m pumping my fingers in and out while thinking of Howard. This is dirty I know, but sometimes the need strikes and I have to take care of it as soon as possible. I moan and get lost in the pleasure. I don’t even hear the door open. I don’t even open my eyes. Something soft touches my lips and I open my eyes. I’m face to face with Howie’s monster cock. He’s standing over me, pushing his hard shaft through my pink lips.

“Somebody couldn’t wait,” he growls. He pushes his cock deeper in. I can’t believe how big it is. I think it’s going to get stuck in my throat. He’s so thick that my eyes are watering.