Page 34 of Second Go-Round

Lips in a thin line, Cooney nodded and returned his focus back to the TV.

“The best part?” Micah continued, “Right before I’d taken the cane to her ass, she’d asked if her friend from next door could watch.”

“Because she has an exhibition kink or her friend’s a voyeur?” I asked.

Micah shrugged. “Didn’t ask. You know I don’t get into the personal shit. I’m just there to fuck and satisfy the pain sluts.”

I chuckled, already knowing the answer to my next question. “What if your client wanted to snuggle and chat about her day?”

Micah huffed a snort. “Fuck that shit.”

Cooney and I caught one another’s eyes. I grinned, and his lips actually quirked. “Pretty sure our employee contracts ensure satisfaction,” I said, turning back toward our boss.

“Yeah, well, I’m not an employee, am I?” Micah brushed me off.

“So did that girlfriend end up getting in on the action too?” Sean asked, his lips quirking, blue eyes full of mischief.

“Why the fuck do you care?” Micah punched his little brother’s upper arm. “A threesome with two women is the last thing you’d be interested in.”

Sean’s being gay wasn’t a secret, nor was it an issue with their family, same as with the guys we hung out with.

“Give me dick all day long,” Sean sang the words. “Better yet, get that male-on-male action for Elite up and running like I’ve been pushing for, and let me be your most popular escort.”

“Mom would kill me,” Micah muttered.

I glanced at Cooney who eyed the brothers. “That’s not a no,” he stated exactly what had come to my mind.

Sean had been after Micah to start offering gay escort services for months, but Micah had flat-out refused. Countless times.

“And why would gay or bi guys pay for an escort when there are hookup apps enough to satisfy any man craving dick?” Micah asked before sucking down his beer.

Again, not his usual response.

“There are lots of straight hookup apps too,” Sean said with a shrug, “and yet EE still rakes in the dough.”

Micah nodded slowly as though actually listening…considering. But my friend never made up his mind on a whim. He would take hours to consider all aspects, weigh the pros and cons. His biggest pro? Definitely Sean.

I was straight as fuck, but even I could appreciate the kid’s good looks. Add in his quirky, sunshiny attitude—never mind his voracious appetite for dick we all heard about constantly—and he would definitely make Elite a killing. He claimed he wasn’t a twink even though he was on the shorter side and definitely slender compared to his ripped brother. But he didn’t argue about his being a brat and bossy bottom.

All talk of business was set aside as the tension on the gridiron raised to the boiling point.

We sat and watched the close scoring game unfold, a few bullshit calls earning hollered curses from the four of us.

Thoughts of Christine continued to flit through my mind, and I wondered if Cooney had ever been captivated by a client too.

“What have you been up to, Cooney?” I asked, glancing over at the brooding brute during a commercial break. “Did you have a hot date this weekend?”

“Nope. I was at Blushing Cherry when the bomb threat came in Friday night.”

“No shit.”

“It was awful. The lights flicked on full force, the music cut out, and David told us to get the fuck out. Too bad, too, cuz Lacey was humping that pole like it was her last day on earth.”

Micah groaned and grabbed his cock. “Fucking Lacey.”

Cooney murmured an agreement.

I laughed under my breath. Both had it bad for the BC’s favorite pixie-haired minx of a stripper. It was no secret she enjoyed a good gang bang. Micah and Reid had her once not long after graduating from high school—at the same time. There’d been an exchange of money for the interaction, a joke at the time, but she was the one who’d inspired Micah’s enjoyment of threesomes and opened his mind up to the idea of fucking for money. A dozen or so years later, he finally started up the professional escort business that had helped me finish paying for college. The fucker had more money than both Cooney and I would make in our lifetimes with our BAs.

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