Page 19 of Boo-ty Calls
“You did well, Archer, I’m proud of you.”
He wraps his arm around my waist, and I fall asleep listening to the show I’ve watched ten million times.
Thankfully, the anniversary things I ordered for Archer have come in early. I bought him one of his favourite horror-movie masks, apparently it’s rare or something.
I think it would be hot if he chased me wearing it, but it would take a bit to train him. Along with it is a new gym bag, a cock ring, and some other things for us to play with. It all fits in two gift bags.
I’m intrigued by what the surprise could be for me. I have no idea where he is taking me. I look through my side of the closet but can’t decide on what to wear.
We bought steaks for the barbecue since the May weather is finally nice enough to grill, and I’ve already diced vegetables that are marinating to be roasted.
Standing in a thong and bra, I sigh and head to the bathroom to do my hair. After it’s straight, I walk out and run into Archer’s thick chest.
“Goddess, looking delicious.”
“Where are we going? What do I wear?” I grab a scrunchie from the dresser to put on my wrist and notice the one on his, which makes me smile.
“Hear me out. I found this place. We’ll do presents and a snack first, and then go. When we come home, I’ll feed you dinner.”
Archer is terrible at keeping surprises, so I’m intrigued by what he could have planned for me. He stares at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.
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Sloane stands with her hand on her hip, luscious tits begging to be let out of her bra and the thong straps digging into her plush flesh.
“What place? What do I wear? Do you already need a hearing device?”
Agitation is etched across her face, and I bite the inside of my lip.
“It’s an adult club. They screen everyone, and it looks like a suitable space to be fucked as much as you can handle. There aren't any rooms. I’ve looked for those types of places, but they’re not in our area yet. However, this place has benches and glory holes. So I think you can wear whatever you want because it won’t stay on long.”
Sloane’s eyes light up, and a grin spreads across her face. She kisses me quickly on her tippy toes before heading to the closet.
“How did quitting go?” she calls out, and I shrug out of my jacket, hanging it behind the door.
I’d spent most of the day after leaving the job dropping off resumes and wrapping her gifts, along with picking a snack board she loves. It seemed like a good idea not to have her fueled only by lust and energy drinks.
“As well as expected, they weren’t happy, but neither was I. Your words played through my head the entire time, and I know it’ll be for the best. I’m thankful for you, darling.”
Once I’m naked, I walk to the shower and take a quick rinse before grabbing my normal jeans and dark tee.
Glancing up, she takes my breath away. Sloane’s wearing a deep V-neck sapphire shirt with a black tennis skirt. She fidgets with her hair, and when she bends over to slip on socks, I can see her perfect pussy on display.
“Goddess, you are fucking gorgeous. If I could only have this view for the rest of my life, I’d be the happiest man on the planet.”
“You’re a goober. I knew you were only here for my ass.” She laughs, and I suck my lip between my teeth.
Crossing the room, I press a kiss on her head. “You know that’s not true; I wouldn’t continue to be here for ass for fifteen years.”
“Presents, you say?” She caresses my cheek, and I nuzzle into her hand.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, I glance at her. “Did I say presents? You must have heard something else.”
She shoves me playfully and rolls her eyes. “The ones I have for you, and I think you said snacks.”
“Deal. Let's go, and then we’ll head over to the place. If you don’t like it, I’ll be at your complete mercy for whatever you want.”
