“I’m thinking about it,” I say with a coy smile. “But you’ve made a very convincing case.”
“Get back to us soon.” Chase grabs me around the waist and pulls me in for a kiss goodbye. It’s long and lingering and involves a lot of tongue wrestling.
After a kiss like that, I’m tempted again to ask them to stay the night.
“Damn,” Holly-Anne says, meandering into the kitchen with Lucy in tow. “How do I get into this business?”
“Call us,” Eric says, laying a kiss of his own on my lips.
I’ve got to hand it to them—they even give Lucy a quick rub behind the ears before they head out.
Twelve-inch dicks, insatiable libidos, sexy fucking mouths…and they like cats.
I’m on cloud fucking nine right now, and not even Holly-Anne’s teasing can bring me down.
“So…what was all that about?” Holly-Anne asks. The smile on her face is a mile wide, and I know she doesn’t believe this whole business partner thing for a second.
“They want me to work for them, I guess,” I say, moving to the cabinet to get Lucy a bowl of cat food before she eats Holly-Anne’s entire deep dish and ends up with pizza farts.
“You guess?” Holly-Anne repeats. “From the looks of things, you’re doing plenty of work for them already, girl. These are the guys from the shower the other night, right?”
“Yep.” I push the bowl of cat food at Lucy, and she looks at me like she’d rather eat the pizza. “They, uh…they gave me another workout.”
“I bet they did.” Holly-Anne nudges one of the boxes with her foot. “What’s in here?”
“Um. Protein shakes,” I tell her, since I’m not sure how to broach the subject of how the primary source of protein in them is Chase and Eric’s delicious fucking cum.
“Gross,” Holly-Anne sneers, recoiling.
“They’re not that bad.” I breathe a sigh of relief, though. I’m glad—because I don’t want to have to fucking share.
“So are you going to do it, then?”
“Do what?”
“Take whatever job they’re offering you.”
I consider it again. On one hand, they’ve boosted my self-esteem a lot just by being in proximity to me—and all of their compliments certainly don’t hurt.
On the other hand, competing in Miss Sexy Universe for them means being naked on live television, and I’m still getting used to being naked in my fucking shower. I just don’t know that I’m there yet.
But then I think about that woman at the gym—the way she looked at me when she saw me with Chase and Eric’s dicks inside me and the way it motivated her to work even harder.
I could actually help people by doing this, I realize. By sharing my story, I could help a lot of women who were in the exact same place I was two years ago. And with that in mind…
“I don’t know,” I admit, giving Lucy a scratch on the head. “I…I think I might.”
“Get it,” Holly-Anne says, smacking my ass. I wish she wouldn’t have—it’s still full of Eric’s cum. “You want pizza?”
“Nah,” I say, popping one of the boxes open and putting a few of the shakes—Cream Pie flavored—in the fridge. “Gonna have a shower. I’m on a, um…a new diet.”
Yeah, I think to myself as I head for the bathroom. A diet of billionaire cum.
Chapter 13
Kara
I go into work on Monday feeling like a billion bucks.