“Five.”
I do some quick calculations. “And you all have the same off days, obviously, so I’d have to see each of you separately for an hour on those days.”
“Yeah. Which is why I wanted to ask.”
Some of those days fall on school days. I’d have to quit teaching. Can I do that?
I don’t have to think about it too long. All I need to think about is how much I charge Jordan, how I make double my teaching salary now, and how I’m going to be able toquadrupleJordan’s fees. That, with all this business software handling most of the operations? Fuck.
The only thing holding me back right now is the fact that as soon as I say yes, I’m going to have achieved the goal I’ve been working towards for the past ten years. Which is a really big fucking deal.
Holy shit.
It’s happening.
“Elias?” Jordan is saying.
“I’m in,” I say.
“You sure? I mean, you don’t have to say yes right now…”
“No, I’m good,” I assure him.I’ll show you a real fucking job, I think pettily. “Do they wanna get started right away? Do they wanna meet me first?”
“Nah, I let them know you’re cool. They need to tell our coach some sort of plan, so they wanna start ASAP. Let me get you their email addresses, and you can send over the consent forms and shit.”
We finish up, and just like that, I’m sending over five more annual contracts. Just like that, I can finally quit my teaching job. I’ll tell Lina tomorrow. Holy fucking shit!
The next person I think of telling is obviously Mia, but I stop myself on the way out of my bedroom.
What are you gonna do right now? You gonna rub it in her face? Why are you telling her, anyway? You’re just a fuckboy with thousands of photos of nude women on your phone. But she helped you get here, you fuckhead. She thinks you’re nothing. That’s not true at all. She doesn’t think you have a real job. Well, you can show her a real fucking job now. She’s too good for you. You don’t deserve her at all. But you probably love her. You’re scared. Of what, exactly?
Sighing, I sit back on my bed.
Now is not the time to be talking to Mia.
“How do you want it?” I ask her instead, in between licks into her mouth and her sucking on my tongue.
This is easier for me. This is what I’m good at. Fucking instead of feelings.
“Rough,” she pants, naked and straddling me on the couch in the living room, grinding down on my fingers. “A little mean.”
I grab her hair next to her scalp, yanking her head back so I can bite her neck. “Fuck yes,” I tell her, with a rough pinch to her nipple and a slap to her ass.
I grip myself at my base to orient myself, and when it’s in position, when my tip is surrounded by her delicious wet warmth, I slam her down.
She screams.
“Take it,” I hiss in her ear, thrusting up and pulling down, working her hard on my dick, my hands so tight on her hips I know they’ll leave bruises. Her tits bounce in my face, and I suck one into my mouth, working the nipple between my teeth.
Her entire body freezes.
“What?” I stop, alarmed, afraid I’ve hurt her. “Wh?—”
It’s then that I hear the knock on our front door. “Elias? Meems? Are either of you in there?”
It’s Leo.
“I’m coming in,” he yells. His spare key jiggles in the lock.
