Page 7 of My Five Daddies

“Great,” I say. “They were reallyawesome.”

“Good. Can you do this again tomorrownight?”

I nod. “Definitely.”

“Great.” She reaches into a drawer and takes out an envelope. “Your tips. You’ll get paid normally when we’re allfinished.”

I take the envelope and glance inside. It’s packed with hundreds. “Holyshit.”

She grins at me. “It’s a little over five grand. Welcome toPromise.”

I stare at her and back at the money, body ringing with desire, confusion, andexcitement.

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Will

It was supposedto be just another night at Promise, another boring night of drinking fucking beer and watching old movies, but she changedeverything.

I haven’t seen the guys that excited in a long time. And I’ve seen them pretty fucking excited, or at least back in the early days when being rich as fuck was new forus.

Now it’s old hat, and we’ve done it all. We’re five of the richest, most powerful men in the recording industry, basically controlling this city, and that’s afforded us certain luxuries. But after a while, those luxuries get a littlestale.

Truth is, we’re fucking bored. At least I am. I’ve had enough pussy at Promise to last me a lifetime. When we first started going there, we’d all be fucking all night long, tasting every dish they had, getting every piece of ass. Then we graduated into orgies, nothing weird, mind you, but pushing the boundaries. Finally, it all got stale, and we stopped with thefucking.

But we still hang out there. We can’t help ourselves. Over the years, that little club and that room feels like home. It’s our escape, our little slice of paradise. We can do whatever we want there, within reason, of course, without judgment or worry. Mostly we drink, play cards, watch sports, and sometimes fuck, or at least that’s how it is thesedays.

We’re looking for something more. I know the other guys agree with me there. So when Tori showed up at our doorway, I think there was a palpable sense of excitement in theair.

I don’t know what it is about her that got everyone so interested. Yeah, sure, she’s fucking beautiful. Thick lips, long, thick reddish-brown hair, wide green eyes, perfect smooth pale skin, round, full breasts, the whole fucking package. She’s got the kind of curves I would have died to touch when I was a younger man. Now I’m a little older, and I can actually handle those fuckingcurves.

But of course she was a host. We’re not supposed to touch the hosts. They’re there just to make sure we’re having fun, to provide us with anything we need, basically a waitress that pays attention only to us for the night. Tori, though, she joined the gang, as the best hosts sometimes do. But with Tori, it wasn’t fake, it wasn’t all a show. She seemed to genuinely forget that she was working for us, and actually wanted to have a goodtime.

I liked it. I liked it a lot. Especially when Hunter kissed her, which is a huge fucking no-no, but it was nice to see that guy grow some fucking balls. So I slipped her my card, hoping she’dcall.

The next afternoon, there’s no call from her. I’m a little surprised, but I shouldn’t be. She doesn’t know who we are, which is fine by me. I slink into the conference room and sit down at the head of the table, hot coffee in a paper cup in my hand, laptop in theother.

Hunter’s already set up. “Morning, boss,” he grunts as a joke. We’re equal partners in Treble Studios, our recordlabel.

“Morning, boss.” I sit down and stretch a bit. “How youfeeling?”

“Fine,” he says, and glances up at me. “I kissed thathost.”

I grin at him. “I saw that. Goodjob.”

He frowns a little. “I shouldn’t have. I know it’s against therules.”

“Fuck the rules. I’m glad you were havingfun.”

“She was… interesting. Right?” He cocks his head atme.

“She was,” I agree with him. “Veryinteresting.”

He looks relieved and goes back to his computer. I smile to myself a little bit. Hunter’s my closest friend out of the group. We’ve known each other since we were little kids, best of friends since preschool. We met Chris not long after that, in grade school, and then Ethan and Jordan joined the group in eight grade. We’ve been inseparable eversince.

The phone starts ringing. I lean forward and hit the answer button. “Who is it?” Iask.

“Ethan.”

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