Page 12 of Craved By Lust

“Good dick will do that. Plus, there aren’t many guys who look like me who are solely dominant and are one hundred percent a top,” I remind him.

“Fuck, it’s at over a million. Damn, I know, but you’re racking them in. The mommy kink lady just outbid the pet fetish ladyandthe princess lesbian session lady. She must be loaded as fuck.”

She is, but she’s nothing special. Some other rich bitch will come along and outbid her soon enough.

“Holy shit! Someone just outbid her!”Yup.I stay busy, and my booked in-advance roster proves it. There are women in the world who would never in a million years bat an eye at a guy who cross-dresses like me. They would assume I’m gay or some unimaginative shit like that who likes dressing as a girl and getting plowed by dudes. But they couldn’t be more off the cuff. Just like there are women and men who’d assume so grossly wrong about me based on my appearance, there are plenty ofwomen who’d sell their entire family fortunes just for a lick and a session with me.

I am some women’s nastiest dream and by far the biggest and wildest fuck they have ever had. Though it’s hard for the average guy or woman to understand that that’s just my daily life.

“Actually, on second thought, I want you to shut my roster down,” I tell him as I pull into my family’s driveway and shut off the car. He goes silent, making me glance at the screen to see if he’s still there… but of course he is.He’s not bold enough to hang up on me. And even if the call dropped, he’d rush to call back and quell any misunderstanding.

No, he’s just quiet, probably from shock. For a solid five minutes, neither one of us says anything.

“Sh-shut it down? Like how? For maintenance?”

“As in shut it down permanently.”

“P… permanently?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” I growl.

“N-no, Boss! I… uhm… I’m just trying to understand! Li…like what happened?!”

“Nothing, I just have other shit to do. Put me in for a transfer of services. Maybe the bar or waiter?—”

“THE BAR?! WAITERING?! BOSS, YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!?!” he shouts, and I run my hands through my hair, shaking my leg from the lack of something to calm my nerves.

“But I am.”

“Boss! This is money, and you’re just throwing it away because of things to do? Not only that, but you love sessions and you love fucking even more!”

“Yeah, and?” I rebut.

He says nothing, and I find myself scrolling back over to my text thread with Jess. If I’m working, I won’t be able to spend time with her. Right now, we’re just friends who’ve been texting, but I want more. Since I’m not her type, I’ll have to wiggle in whatever opening she gives me, and time is the only thing Jess is giving.

I know she’s looking at me as more of a friend who’s different like her. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past her if she thinks I’m safe and like boys, but slowly… slowly, I’ll show her how wrong she is, and when she opens up, I’ll swoop in and make her mine.

“For fuck’s sake, you’re killing me,” he sighs. “At least tell me you’ll finish out the remainder of the week of your roster.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Jesus... a-alright.Whenyou finish off the roster, I’ll request your job change, but I might have to go through the higher ups… seriously, are you sure about this? Are you sure you you’re not making a mistake?”

“Nah, I never make mistakes.” I step out of the car and go into my parent’s house.

“If you say so, Boss, but you’re going to make a lot of women cry!” he grumbles.

“I always make them cry. What’s a few more tears?” I chuckle.I’m only interested in one woman’s tears at the moment.

“Ugh, okay. I’ll keep you posted. Talk to you later.”

“Yeah,” I hang up, and I pop my head in, seeing my mom and dad watching TV.

“Frank!” my dad’s eyes flash, surprised. “What are you doing here?” he asks, and I shrug.

“I came to pick some things up from my room. Where are the others?” I ask, looking around for my older brothers even though it’s a fucking reprieve not to see them. I don’t usually come home that often since I have my own place, and being around the idiots is annoying.

“Th-they went out on a job,” my dad answers, glancing over to my mom then back to me. “But what could you need from upthere? It’s just got your old gear. Are you planning on going hunting? I did see you did a bid today. That surprised me,” he smiles, excited.

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