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I glanced up at the camera and flipped the Prospect the middle finger. I knew he was watching. I would have.
“That was fucking hot,” Carmen said. “Why didn’t you tell us you were stripping?”
“Right,” Wendy said. “So you could lecture me? No, thank you.”
“Is it fucked up that I don’t want to go home?” Carmen said.
I had an idea that I thought only Gigi would shit on. It made perfect sense and allowed us all to be together. “I want you to stay in Pine Bluff.” They looked at me wildly. “I’m serious. Quit your jobs and move here. I could use some help running this place.” I told them about Big Kentucky’s dick idea. “I know you all like dick.”
“I like both,” Wendy said.
“Wait.” Gigi’s turn to protest. “You’re asking us to leave jobs to work at a whore house?” Her eyes told me she liked the idea. Her brain would still shit on it.
“I have to give a thirty-day notice,” Carmen said. “And I want to work at the he-whore store.”
“Done,” I said, not knowing if I had that authority. Marcus had not expanded on the idea, and I was hiring staff.
“I can’t,” Gigi said, “but you all knock yourselves out.”
“I lost my full-time job last month,” Wendy said. “I need to get some stuff from my apartment and will need a place to stay.”
“My place,” I said.
“You never told us you lost your job.” Gigi pulled on her shorts, and a wet spot instantly showed between her legs. “You three are totally fucking me up.” She went to the door. “Are you riding home with me?”
“We need our stuff from the hotel,” Wendy said. She kissed me on the cheek and followed Gigi out the door. Diesel would be disappointed that Gigi left. Carmen hugged me as she left.
“That was not on my bingo card when I got up this morning,” Daphne said, “but I’m sure fucking glad it happened.”
“How is your work in general?” I asked, followed by momentary silence, and then Daphne and I both cracked up.
“I’m going to shower and take a lunch break.” She hugged me before leaving. “I’m glad Beast is putting you in charge. We could use a woman manager, especially someone open to new ideas and ways of doing things.”
Daphne left me sitting on the floor, and I stared at the wall. I needed to let the Prospect know I was done for the day, and since I knew he’d been watching, it wouldn’t be a surprise.
I opened the office door and felt my stomach drop a notch.
“Nice show,” Marcus said. “Not sure I should delete that recording.”
I sat in his lap and threw my arms around him. The man was always hard from top to bottom. “We fuck too much for you to have anything left over to beat your meat to a raunchy video.”
He brought his mouth to mine, and his hand shoved between my legs. Based on what he’d just watched, there was no way I was leaving the whore house without being treated like his whore.
A thick finger found its way under my shorts and popped inside my wet pussy. Because one was never enough, Marcus shoved a second finger inside. It hurt at first, but I knew two things were happening. He was owning his property, and he was preparing me for his thick cock. I didn’t mind either of these things. Being owned meant there was never any doubt I was his number one.
“Get up, baby,” he whispered in my ear, his voice so deep it sounded like he was walking around in my head. “Time to fuck you like I mean it.”
Marcus remained in his chair, and I stood, turning away. He ripped my shorts down my legs, and the thought of his cock opening me pushed away the pain of shorts cutting into my legs.
I put my hands on the desk and stuck my ass back into his face, his tongue entering me from behind, the tip of his nose snug against my asshole.
The chair rolled back, and Marcus stood behind me for only a few seconds before he rammed my cunt. Already wet from my earlier encounter, his cock slid in quickly, though painfully, the width taking my breath away.
“Goddamn, baby,” I cried. There was never any faking with Marcus as I had with college guys back at the University of Arkansas. He knew how to use the head of his cock to push hard against the spongy part of my pussy.
A finger jabbed into my ass, and I squeezed. Fuck, he was amazing.
Large hands gripped my hips, tightening before pulling me back hard. When one of those hands broke free, I stilled myself, the hand grabbing my hair, jerking back, cock driving forward, a climax building fast, faster, a short spasm, my hair pulled so hard I was looking up at the ceiling, my mind traveling at the speed of light, chasing an orgasm through my soul only to be emptied from my throbbing pussy. I came hard, screaming, Marcus’s body tensing, his hand pulling harder, his come spreading inside me. He bucked once, twice, three times, the finger in my ass joined by a second finger.
