We still had to work, but Katy was making it difficult, if not impossible.
“Sure thing,” I replied, handing him the piece of paper with Trent’s musical poetry. “Good luck, though. It’s gonna be hard because every time I close my eyes, I see those massive tits. Fuck.”
Silence for a moment, as we thought.
“She’s definitely the hottest chick that ever sucked me off,” Trent said slowly. “Way hotter than our other assistants—better at the job too. She actually shows up with towels and water when she’s supposed to. Not that I care. She could do jack shit and I’d still want her around.”
By now, work was out of the question. We were too strung-out waiting for our best girl. Where was she?
After all, it was almost time for takeoff, so she should be here. But our little hottie had said she had some last minute work to wrap up for Helena? WTF? What could it be?
Because our Chicago show had been aces, as usual. It was a packed house—even more money in the bank for us. We never cared for Chicago before, but it was special now. It was the city where Katy let us touch that beautiful body. That girl was unlike any other. I was lucky to even have a chance with her. We all were.
Suddenly, Mason interrupted again.
“You think she's ready for us?” he growled harshly.
The man liked to talk, even when he already had the answers. Yeah, Caveman Mase was a verbose motherfucker.
“Hell yeah,” I replied. “The girl’s young and flexible. She might be a virgin, but her pussy’s gotta be elastic.”
Already my dick was waking up just at the thought of getting inside her hot snatch.
“Plus, you guys saw how she was in the shower,” Trent rasped. His cock was getting hard too. It rose up under his zipper like a cobra to a flute. “Sure, she was scared at first,” he continued. “But then she warmed up. That little pussy was ready for us then, and we’ll get it ready for us now. You’ll see.”
The three of us nodded in agreement.
“We can get her ready,” Caveman Mase said slowly. “She wants to fuck us. No doubt. I just hope she’s ready for how big we all are.”
Now the guy was having doubts? Please motherfucker.
“Naw, she’s ready,” grunted Trent. “I rubbed my cock all over her ass but she just kept moving her cunt onto it like she wanted me to fuck her right there.” He grabbed his own dick and gave it a nice, long squeeze before letting go. “That little filly was wet as fuck for us, dude. If we didn't stop when we did, she wouldn't be a virgin right now.”
“True,” I agreed.
Silence again.
“I don’t think we’ve had a girl as good as her before,” Mason said. “Actually, I know we haven’t had one as good as her in the past.”
He was right. Katy was a mass of contradictions, and it had us hooked. She wore a polo shirt and khakis, but with no bra underneath. She was innocent, and yet her pussy was slick and wet for us all the time.
How had this little virgin drawn us in?
We’re three hardened males who’ve been with hundreds of women. So what was it about Katy?
And we couldn’t stop talking about the sweet thing. Oh yeah, our personal assistant was our new favorite topic.
“Remember how shocked she was when she saw our cocks?” Trent chuckled hoarsely. “I mean, we’ve had total whores think the same thing, so I guess I can’t blame her. We’re all big.”
“Most porn stars don’t have dicks as big as ours,” I laughed. Because all three of us were hung like horses, wide, veiny, and long. “But I get the feeling that she’s gonna be able to take us. She’s new to this, but the girl wants it bad enough that her pussy will open up the way we need it to. I know it will,” was my confident comment.
“Three times though? She’s a virgin,” Mason reminded us. “You know we all want a taste of that pussy, but we don’t want to hurt her. Otherwise she’ll never want to get down again.”
“I have faith,” I smirked. “Trust me, she’s elastic.”
“So when?” pushed Mason. “Today? Are we gonna break her in today?”
“Yeah,” Trent rumbled, his voice deep resonant. “Absolutely today.”