Page 112 of Rock Out Together
“For one, I love helping people, and who knows, I might get bored flashing my ass for a bunch of hard-up men and women. Plus, I’m not likely to look like this forever.”
I took a moment to check her out again and if I’m honest, my mouth watered. Plus, there was this strong arc of electricity between us which was a sexual connection that I seldom found with women these days. Once I realized I’d gotten lost in how beautiful she looked, as well as all the things I could imagine me doing to her, I shook my head to pull myself out of my reverie.
“Pete, are we getting out of this fucking car or are we going to sit here all night?” I asked, prompting Pete out of his googly-eyed daze, while he sat engrossed in our conversation.
“Ah, right, boss,” he remarked. He looked flustered when he tried to get out of the car, like he’d been having the exact same thoughts, and I’d suddenly reminded him he was working.
I turned my attention back to Chastity. “Women? Women ask you to perform too?” It was a stupid question because ofcourse women had needs to fulfill just the same as men. “What do they ask for?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” she muttered.
I grinned. “I’m curious… no, fascinated because it’s never occurred to me to check out an Only Fans page.”
“You should, you might learn something,” she suggested, flashing me another heart-stopping smile.
“Ah, I’ve been around the block a time or two. Who knows, I might be able to teach you new tricks.”
Pete opened the car door on my side, and I climbed out. I wandered around the back of the car and opened the passenger door for her.
“That was a cocky response,” she replied, laughing.
“No, that was an honest response since we’re being frank. From what you’ve said your Only Fans page is mostly all talk. It’s one thing to please a man behind a screen, and quite another face-to-face. And just before we go up to my suite let me make one thing clear. Your visit to me has nothing to do with your Only Fans page, nor do I give you permission to discuss what goes on inside this hotel. If you have a problem with any of that, I’ll bow out and say it was nice to meet you, but Pete here will be taking you home.”
“Best get that non-disclosure agreement out and I’ll sign it. However, I’ll be expecting the same from you. I get that you must protect your reputation, just like I need to protect my work. Therefore, I also have my NDA right here in my bag.”
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Once in the elevator,Chastity checked herself out in the mirror. While she was doing this, I saw Pete catch a whiff of her scent, then inhale deep through his nose. The sweet-smelling perfume she wore had the same alluring effect on me while we’d sat in the back of the car. Chastity caught him doing this and flashed him a naughty smile.
“Smells good, right?” she suggested.
“So good,” he remarked in a trance-like state.
“Will this be a party for two or three?” she asked, her eyes flicking between mine and Pete’s.
I almost laughed at the pleading look in Pete’s eyes as he telepathically willed me to include him in whatever was about to take place behind closed doors.
“That’s a difficult one, what with me being Pete’s boss and all that stuff,” I muttered. Pete’s shoulders slumped and I realized he’d been holding his breath, waiting for my reply.
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been present at one of your…” he stopped talking, his eyes flaring wide like he couldn’t believe he was arguing that point, in the hope of an invitation.
“But—I’ll leave that up to you,” I told Chastity. I’d had plenty of male-female-male encounters, but they had usually been with Davy. However, Pete was a good-looking guy and likely fucked like a bull, so who was I to deny the lovely Chastity a good time, if that’s what she wanted.
“Threesome it is then,” she decided.
Pete slumped against the elevator wall in relief then straightened himself up again. “Sure you don’t mind, boss?” he asked, checking for my approval.
“You know me. I always like to give the ladies what they want,” I muttered, biting back a grin.
Right then, the elevator pinged its arrival on our floor, and the doors opened. Pete stepped out first, glanced left and right to make sure the coast was clear, then beckoned us both out into the corridor. Striding three steps ahead, Pete had my suite door open by the time we reached it, and we all stepped inside.
“Nice digs,” Chastity mumbled as she wandered over to a small side table and picked a few grapes from a bowl. Popping one in her mouth, she dropped her handbag on the couch and flung herself down. Taking off my jacket, I sat on an upright, armless chair, facing her. As her legs weren’t closed, I could see right up her dress and my eyes were drawn to her baby-pink lace panties.
Pete hung around, unsure of where to sit, or even if heshould. I told him to sit down, and he sat next to Chastity on the couch, winced, then adjusted his junk in his pants before he appeared to try to relax.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?”
