Page 111 of Rock Out Together
“I could invite you back to my hotel room and we could maybe tie some of those up?” I suggested.
“Never did get to give you that bed bath,” she complained, nodding. “But if I do, will you feed me?”
“I guarantee you’ll be stuffed,” I remarked, chuckling. I stole a glance toward Pete. He stared back and forth, his eyes darting between us, no doubt wondering what the fuck was going on.
“This is my… friend, Chastity Cummin,” I said by way of introduction.
“I know. I’m a fan. Great Only Fan’s content by the way,” he mumbled, bowing slightly toward Chastity, like she was royalty.
“You’ve seen her?” I asked surprised. My eyes narrowed suspiciously while I scrutinized Pete.
“Yeah, I’ve seen her… well, almost all of her,” he replied, chuckling. I had no clue what had gotten into me because I barely knew the girl, but his remark sparked a protective, jealous streak in me.
“You really have an Only Fans page?” I asked, finding it incredulous that she’d be working in such an upstanding position in a hospital and doing what mostly amounted to soft porn in her spare time.
“I said so, didn’t I? Now are you taking me back to your hotel or am I going to head home in an Uber?”
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On the wayback to the hotel, Pete looked like an excited schoolboy that had the potential to cream in his pants at any minute. It was clear from his animated conversation with Chastity that he truly was a follower. It was a weird sensation to watch this huge, burly guy try to impress the girl with his knowledge about her, desperate to emphasize how much of a fan he was of her.
“Maybe I should step aside and let you spend some time with Pete,” I mumbled. Pete’s eyes almost bugged out of his head when he caught sight of mine in his rearview mirror.
“Why make me choose?” Chastity mused with a salacious, naughty smile.
“Indeed,” Pete blurted out, then cast me a nervous, guilty glance in the mirror again.
“I’m not sure about that… do you do sleep with multiple men often? I mean how many threesomes have you had?” I asked, like I was the one to judge since I’d had more than my fair share of pussy.
“Not that many,” she replied. Chastity crossed her legs, drawing my attention to her beautiful legs, that appeared silky smooth. She noticed me looking and ran a hand down her shin, and I found myself wanting to be that hand right then.
“What number is not many?”
Glancing up at the roof interior, she looked deep in thought for a moment then stared me straight in the eye. “Two threesomes, six men altogether… seven if you count the guy who took my virginity and came the second he made it through.”
“Poor guy,” I remarked, chuckling. “Seriously, that’s a low number?”
“Aye.”
“So, what’s with the Only Fans page? Aren’t you performing with guys when you make your content?”
“No guys. Only me, doing whatever kinky shit I suggest that gets upvoted.”
“Kinky shit?” I asked intrigued. Pete pulled into the below ground parking bay beneath my hotel.
“Yeah, some just want to choose what underwear I put on, while others might want me to do a wedgie with a thong while I say their name… innocent enough stuff like that, but it sure pays the bills. And if someone wants something more… like me performing an act in more detail or using sex toys, I charge a hundred pounds for a three minute private session for that.”
“Three minutes huh? Those chumps get off that quick?”
“What can I say? I’m good,” she muttered with a wink.
“So, you have all the props and shit?”
“I’ve built up quite the collection. But if someone asks me for something I don’t have, I just pop it onto my amazon wish list and the punters buy it for me.”
“Sounds like quite the business you’ve got going on there. If you’re doing so well, why continue with the nursing?”
