I didn’t just choose to do this for the money. I needed to do this.
When my handsome older boss made me the offer I knew that I couldn’t say no. The money would take care of my problems but there was something more, something core to the fantasy that was driving me to do this.
The fantasy was the same every single time. My handsome boss taking me in the middle of the room. Baring me. Pleasing me while everyone watched.
And this job was the perfect opportunity. Him and four of his friends with me servicing their needs. A private party, with a uniform requirement that involved no clothing at all.
He was going to see me. He was going to want me. And I would take on every single one of these men in this room at once if it meant that I could have him.
I would take on all of these men, and I will. I’ll have them around me, surrounding me. Pleasing me while I give them every inch of myself.
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Why wouldn’t he look at me?
My frustration pushed me forward. Spurred me on in my actions.
I started to get physical with his friends. Getting flirty with them, brushing their arms and giggling at their jokes. I brought my fucking A game.
For all of them except Barry. I wasn’t mean or cold to him, but I kept my distance and teased him the whole time.
One eye on Barry the whole time, even if I was talking right to another guy I still had my eye on him to watch his reaction, his frustrating concentration on the game.
Ratcheting up the flirtiness I noticed the guys respond. Barry’s words to me about the lines that they wouldn’t cross reverberated in my brain. I remembered the no touching rule, wondering whether it was a rule that would hold true.
Because the way they were looking at me right now it was clear they wanted to break it. And as I leaned over John to put his drink in front of him my gaze drifted down to see the evidence hard and steady before my eyes.
So fucking hard.
My gaze traveled from the sizable bulge in his pants up to his face. He watched me, taking in the sight of me noticing his hardness, and what I did next I did entirely on instinct.
I kissed him, pressing my lips against his and feeling a pause of shock from him followed by his body responding to me. His hands reached for me, and any idea of a line was obliterated as his hands satisfied their needs on my skin.
My hand slipped beneath the level of the table but from the hiss of noise around me, I knew they could tell what I was doing. I knew that they could tell that I was grasping him through his pants, fondling and stroking the length of him. What a length there was.
When the second set of hands touched my ass from behind me I pushed myself back into them, knowing that there was no way they could belong to the man I was kissing, the man whose hands were on my face holding me against him.
The hand behind me had to belong to Lance, it only made sense since that was where he was sitting. And the fingers felt thick and strong, the grip on my ass cheeks so very firm.
I pushed away from John and towards Lance, pressing my tongue deep into his mouth and moaning as his hands ran up and down my sides.
Everything happened quickly then, the scraping of chairs and the pressure and push of bodies all around me. I felt them surround me, firm and hard and present. Felt their hands on me pushing me down to my knees and hearing the clicking of belts and zippers as they unbuckled all around me. Everywhere I looked there was cock, throbbing in my line of sight, begging for me touch and taste it.