Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Slowly, I tiptoe down the walkway before sliding into the bushes once again. Then, I drop to my knees behind the foliage and crawl forward into the yard so that I have a view of the terrace, where Carl and two male friends are lounging on patio furniture. All three men are gorgeous, with big frames and solid builds. They look yummy enough to eat, although of course, my attention is mostly absorbed by my handsome neighbor. He grins, relaxed in a t-shirt and board shorts which highlight his muscular frame and broad shoulders.
“Yo, Dylan, Frank, you need a refill?”
I jump at his voice and hide myself further in the bushes, not daring to breathe. But they obviously don’t know I’m there because the two men nod and grin.
“Yeah sure,” drawls the one with dark brown hair. “Why not?”
The chestnut-haired one nods too.
“Hit me up.”
Carl laughs before reaching into a cooler and handing two tallboys to his buddies. Ooh, PBR. Nice.
“You catch the game last night?” the first man asks.
Carl shakes his head, leaning back lazily in his chair.
“Nah, I was working. Was it good?”
“Rangers won. It was a blowout.”
My neighbor grins.
“I never like blowouts because they’re boring as shit,” he says. “Competition is my thing.”
They chat a bit more, enjoying the quickly fading evening. The porch lights switch on, bathing them in a harsh glare, but the men don’t seem to mind. Meanwhile, I know I should grab my bike and head home, but for some reason, I can’t move from my spot. It’s so great to watch three alpha males enjoy themselves, even if they’re just shooting the breeze.
But then, there’s a knock on the fence gate and I freeze. Oh shit. Did the guys order food or something? What if this new visitor sees me in my hiding place? I try to shrink even further into the hedge, not daring to move.
“They’re here,” Carl remarks in a low voice. “Get ready to have a good time, fellas.”
Then, the newcomer evidently discovers that the gate’s ajar because the heavy wood door swings open, and in walk two beautiful girls with sassy smiles and long, silky hair. But these aren’t just any girls because as soon as the gate latches behind them, the two women shimmy out of their clothes and mince forward in nothing but teeny bikinis and six-inch stilettos. What the hell is going on? Why would these girls wear stilettos with their bikinis? Isn’t it too late in the evening to swim, anyways?
But the men don’t look startled as the women sashay towards them, shaking their assets.
“Hi ladies,” Carl growls, his blue eyes flashing. “You’re here on the dot.”
“Hi,” the blonde one purrs, flipping a lock of silky hair behind one shoulder. “Yes of course. We’re professionals, so we’re always on time.”
My eyes practically bug out then. Professionals? What does that mean?
But it quickly becomes clear as the women stroll up to the men, their assets shaking.
“I’m Genesis,” the brunette purrs. “And this is my friend, Skye. You ready to have a good time, boys? A thousand bucks for the night, like we agreed on, right?”
Dylan and Frank whistle.
“Yeah honey,” one of them growls, his eyes fixed on all that exposed womanflesh. “And nice tips for both of you, if you deliver.”
Genesis nods throatily, pulling the string behind her neck loose so that her bikini top drops to the floor, exposing huge, pendulous breasts.
“Oh, we always deliver,” she purrs, tweaking one hard pink crest with her fingers. “Come on, Skye. It’s time to get to work.”
At that, I gasp. OMG, this women are strippers and potentially women of the night! Is this really happening? But as I watch, Carl turns the music up higher and the two girls shimmy and shake. It’s a Top 40 hit I recognize, and the girls waste no time getting down, dancing and grinding on all three of the men, their hips moving to the beat. As they sensuously twist this way and that, their bikinis fall to the grass, leaving them in nothing but high heels.
OMG, this is so wrong! I watch with rapt eyes as Genesis gently helps Frank out of his shorts, and then wraps a lock of long brown hair around his stiff shaft.
“Oh shit,” he moans, his head falling back. “It’s tight and smooth at once.”
She giggles, pursing her lips.
“You like, big boy?” she teases, tickling his balls with the ends of her silky locks. “I can do more.”
He merely groans, tilting his head back as his eyes close with ecstasy. Meanwhile, the blonde girl shoots Carl a sultry look. “I’m getting kind of thirsty, big boy. Do you have anything to drink?”
The huge man’s eyes glow. “I do, sweetheart, and it’s all for you.”
With a giggle, Skye kneels in front of Carl and slowly pulls his shorts down to his ankles. From here, I can see his giant tool sticking up against his chest. It’s literally so massive that it extends past his belly button and rests gently against his carved abs.