Julian
I walk into Rodger’s bar at around 4:00 p. m. to meet with Sebastian and Spencer-something we all do at least once a week. We’ve been best friends since we were ten years old. I don’t see them as much as I would like to, but they keep me sane when I need them.
“Hey, Jules.” Seb smiles.
“Hey. Where’s Spence?”
“At the bar.”
I glance over, falling onto a stool, and see Spencer deep in discussion with a woman at the bar.
“How’s your week been?” Seb asks.
“Yeah, pretty good. Yours?”
He curls his lip. “This new building is giving me a fucking headache.” He shrugs. “I’ll get it right eventually.”
Sebastian is an architect, specializing in the designs of skyscrapers. Spencer owns a steel company. They both do very well for themselves.
Spence arrives back at the table with our three beers in hand. “Hey, Masters, what’s up?” He holds a beer out for me too as he sits down.
“Not much.” I sip my beer. “My new nanny started.”
“What’s she like?” Seb asks.
“Fucking hot,” I sigh.
The boys both exchange a look and smile before they turn their attention back to me. “Seriously?” Spence asks. “How hot?”
“Like, I’m fucking hard in my pants every single time she’s in the room hot,” I answer dryly.
“Have you shagged her?” Spence asks.
I wince as I sip my beer. “You don’t shag the nanny, Spence.”
“Why not?” He shrugs, raising his brows.” I would.”
Seb smirks.
Spencer’s eyes widen all at once. “Oh hell, I didn’t tell you about Marie.”
Seb and I sip our beers as we listen.
“Okay, so you know how I’ve been seeing that flight attendant, Marie?”
“Yeah.”
“I started going around to her apartment a bit more, and it turns out she’s got this female flatmate called Ricky.” “Oh God, don’t tell me.”
I smile to myself. Spencer is the worst player I know. He can’t keep it in his pants for longer than five minutes.
Spencer smiles and winks. “Ricky’s fucking hot.” He shakes his head, as if the memory of this Ricky is making his mind foggy. “Like… stupid hot.”
Seb and I roll our eyes at each other.
We already know where this story is going.
“The other night, I was in bed with Marie, completely naked. She’s on top of me, and the bedroom lamp is still on…” He pauses to take a quick drink.
“Then all of a sudden, the door opens, and in walks Ricky, wearing nothing. Nude.” Seb and I glance at each other, both of us wearing a frown.
“She asks if she can join us in bed.”
“Where the fuck do you find these women?” Seb asks, indignant.
“I know, right?” I chuckle. “What did Marie say?”
He smirks and holds his hands out as he explains the story. “Marie asks me if I mind if her flatmate joins us. Apparently, Ricky hasn’t had sex in a while and Marie hates knowing her friend is lonely.”
I sit forward, my face creased with confusion. “Wait, so are those two fucking each other when you’re not there?”
Spence shrugs. “Fuck knows.” He sips his beer. “All I know is the next minute, I’ve got Marie riding my cock and Ricky sitting on my face.”
Seb and I laugh at the lucky son of a bitch.
Spence holds his hands out. “It’s like a fucking Tuesday, and there I am getting double pumped without any warning. I hadn’t even had a drink.”
I throw my head back and laugh louder.
“I fucked both of them, and then I’m dozing off in between them when Marie falls asleep first.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“Well, Ricky gets under the blankets and just starts giving me the best fucking head I’ve ever had in my life.”
Seb slaps his forehead, unable to believe Spencer’s luck.
Spencer’s eyes widen. “But I don’t know what to do, right? Marie is asleep next to us.”
“But you just fucked Ricky in front of Marie?”
“I know.” He shrugs. “But I had her permission that time. It felt weird with her asleep. I’m lying there getting head, doing a risk assessment in my mind of what Marie will do if she wakes up.”
Seb throws his head back and roars with laughter, holding his arm up to the waitress for another round of beers. “Only fucking you.”
“Then Ricky asks me to take it to her room, which meant us not waking Marie.”
“Did you go?” Seb frowns.
“Yeah, and on the way there she goes to her handbag and gives me a blue pill out of a bottle.”
My eyes widen. “She gave you a Viagra?”
He nods, and Seb and I hoot with laughter. “What the fuck, man?” Seb cries. “What fucking chick carries Viagra around in her purse?”
Spencer shrugs. “I don’t know, but I took the blue pill. My dick turned into a rocket cock, and I turn into a porn star fucking her for six hours straight.” He holds his hands up. “Hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had. She is fucking insane, so hot. I fucked her every which way.”
I hold my glass up and wink. “To Viagra,” I toast. They smile and lift their glasses to tap against mine. “We should maybe try this shit,” I mutter to Seb, and he chuckles in response.
“Then I crawl back to Marie’s bed just as the sun is coming up. I have to go to work in, like, two hours, and I have a huge meeting with new investors at 9:00 a. m.” His eyes widen. “I can hardly fucking walk, my balls are blue and bruised.”
“What happened next?” Seb dares himself to ask.
“Marie wakes up.”
Seb shakes his head. “Why doesn’t this shit ever happen to me?”
“Right?” I chuckle. “I want my new nanny to do this to me.”
Seb points at me. “You should totally tap that. How hot would that be, sneaking into her room at night?”
I nod as I sip my beer, my cock tingling at the thought. “God, I wish.”
Spence continues his story. “So, there I am, trying to die in peace and get in two hours sleep, cock throbbing in pain, when Marie decides to start sucking my dick, wanting more action.”
“She didn’t know where it’d been all night,” I say.
Seb winces. “Oh, I hate to think.”
I shiver at the thought.
“What did you do?” Seb frowns.
“I had to do what any self-respecting boyfriend would do.”
I laugh sarcastically. “Like you would know what a self-respecting boyfriend is supposed to do.”
He turns to me, annoyed. “Oh, and you would?”
I smile and wink as I sip my beer.
“Anyway, there I am, knowing damn well I have to fuck Marie now. I swear, I’m nearly crying.”
Seb and I burst out laughing, and Seb slaps the table. “Fuck me, man, this is the best story ever.”
Spence’s eyes widen. “It isn’t over yet. Let me tell you, that Viagra kicked back in and I regained my super-human strength again, but I can’t come.”
We both lean forward, waiting to hear how this ends.
“I’m fucking and fucking and fucking, and I can’t come.” He sips his beer. “My dick has literally got no skin left on it, burning like a motherfucker. Now I really am almost crying.”
Seb and I are laughing out loud as we imagine our stupid friend fucking with a sore dick.
“What did you do?” Seb gasps for air, trying to regain control.
“I did what I had to do.”
I frown. “What’s that?”
“I faked it.”
“You faked it?” I gasp.
He nods and sips his drink. “Yep.”
The table falls silent. None of us has ever faked it before. I wouldn’t know how to.
“Then Marie calls me today. She says the other night was fun and could we do it again tonight. She wants Ricky to join us, too.”
We all lean closer to him, waiting to hear his response.
“I told her I was out of town.”
Seb’s face twists in disgust.
“Why would you do that?” I frown.
“Because I have no skin left on my fucking dick, man. I need a skin graft. It is literally grazed like a third-degree burn.” He shakes his head and we all burst out laughing. “If I wasn’t circumcised already, I would have been after that.”
I wince. “Who is this chick with the iron snatch?”
Seb chuckles. “My new drug dealer.”
Brielle
It’s 9:30 p. m. and the walk up the hall toward the main house feels long. I’ve been watching from my darkened spot in the glass hallway for the last fifteen minutes. Mr. Masters is still in his suit, obviously unable to relax until this meeting is over.
Not a good sign.
I walk up the six stairs and around the corridor until I come into his view. He’s in the kitchen, filling his thick glass tumbler with ice.
“Hello.” I smile meekly.
He turns to face me. “Hello.” He gestures to the stool at the island bench. “Please, sit down.”
I slink into the chair and watch as he pours scotch over his ice, and then takes a seat opposite me.
He rolls his lips and takes a sip.
“Miss Brielle,” he sighs.
“Brelly,” I correct.