“Samantha. I want you to let Joshua fuck your ass so I can watch. Then, I’ll fuck that sweet little cunt of yours. Do you want that, princess?”
“Yes, Master Stevens.”
“Joshua, would you like to fuck Samantha’s ass so I can watch her take your dick like a good little whore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Proceed.”
The rest of the night is a blur of drinks and pussy. By the time I pour myself into a cab and head home, I’m completely spent and yet agonizingly empty.
The plans for the new restaurant at Venom have been keeping me busy over the past few weeks. I’m pulling shifts at Dulip and then meeting with Flex around midnight to go over the specs for the kitchen. I know exactly what I want, and money isn’t an issue this time around. I had to watch every last dime when I fitted Dulip.
By the time we finish, I’m going up to the voyeur level at two and losing myself in the crowd for a while, drinking my way through more than my share of Scotch before falling into bed. Cook. Fuck. Rinse. Repeat, week after week.
Today is a rare deviation from my routine.
“Whoa! Did you see that hit?Fuck me.” Flex grabs the bat from Eli, inspecting the rather impressive crack. I can always count on the guys to lift me out of a sour mood. We all came to the batting cages tonight, and now I know why Eli suggested it. He’s a fucking beast with the bat.
Dalton grabs a bat and steps up to the plate. “Of course, I have to follow that shit. I’ll be lucky if I can hit the damn thing.” It’s amusing to see something that Daltonisn’tgood at. The guy is always so cool, calm, and collected. He manages to connect, but the ball doesn’t exactly soar.
“Bro, that was embarrassing,” Carter says as he steps up.
“You better hope you get a better hit if you’re going to trash talk,” I quip.
“I’ve got this. This isn’t my first rodeo.” Carter hands me the bat, and I step up to the plate. The sound of the ball smashing off the bat is music to my ears, and I have the biggest, smuggest grin on my face as I turn to my friends.
“How the hell did you learn to hit like that?”
“I may or may not have gotten a few pointers from a friend.”
“And the friend is?” Pierce probes.
“Lincoln Nash.” They all erupt in laughter that I’ve hoodwinked them tonight.
“The fucking Yankees! Are you kidding me?”
“He frequents Dulip, and we became friends.”
“And you had us all thinking you’d be shit at something. We were ready to laugh our asses off.”
“You remember we’re here because my sub cheated on me. You’re supposed to be cheering me up.”
“No can do, bro,” Flex asserts. “I was on death’s door a few months ago. It’s still all about me.” I burst out laughing. Of course, Flex gives me some perspective.
“How long are we all going to endure the I-almost-died trump card?”
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Until you realize that you’re better off. Tessa wasn’t that hot, and she’s a bitch. It’s not like you didn’t let other guys fuck her. Just consider this handing her off to someone more on her level. Daniel’s a little bitch too.”
“She was hot.”
Dalton throws his head back in disbelief. “That’s what you took from everything he just said?”
The others start cackling as Pierce steps up to the plate. I guarantee he’s going to knock it out of the park. His hand-eyecoordination is insane. Operating on people’s brains requires otherworldly skill.
“Ten bucks says he smashes it.” Let’s make this more interesting.
“I’m not taking that bet,” Flex jibes. “He’s hitting it.”
