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But Tom’s a motherfucker.
“You get it,” he drawled, stepping up the pressure. “You’ve got your mouth, your pussy and your ass, sweetheart. Would you consider letting us use your other two openings? Make everything available?”
The girl’s eyes only grew wider, like saucers of chocolate.
“My mouth? My ass?” she said on a trembling whisper.
“That’s it,” grunted Tom. “You’ll like it baby.”
I was sick of this bullshit, interrupting like a madman.
“Sweetheart, it’s not like we’re gonna let you say no,” were my rough words. “Mouth and ass are always part of the equation. We own you completely, never forget that.”
The girl gasped again, breasts heaving under that starchy uniform. Because it was true. Just because we hadn’t used her other orifices yet didn’t mean they were off limits. Joanie’s “control” was just an illusion. Her wishes, this whole getting to know you thing was just an illusion.
Everything already belonged to us.
Every piece of her.
One hundred percent ours to take.
And the female’s chin trembled then.
“So you’re saying that I don’t have a choice?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
I nodded sharply, square jaw stiff.
“That’s it exactly,” came my rough words. “You’ve got an ass cherry sweetheart, and we’re the men who are going to own it.”
But I’m a harsh motherfucker. Too harsh sometimes, it scares the girls. So Damien stepped in again, smooth as oil.
“Tell you what, sweet thing,” he intoned. “We’ll pay you extra, how about that?” he asked, shooting a glance around the room. “You’ve already made how much in bonuses? Ten thousand for each man, right? So fifty thousand because you’ve been with me, Chuck, Andrew, Aaron and Tom already. How about if we double that rate for your pretty butt?”
“What?” she gasped, the blush on her face spreading to her décolletage now. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Charlie stepped in with a knowing smile.
“It means exactly what it sounds like. Each time you do anal, you get twenty thousand. Per man. Does that sound like a good deal? Something you’d be interested in?”
Joanie couldn’t even answer then. Her eyes were as round as saucers, taking the six of us in. Her breasts rose and fell, straining at the uniform. Shit, I could almost hear her breathing, she was that nervous.
Because twenty thousand per guy is a lot of money period. Plus there were six of us, so that was a total of a hundred and twenty thousand dollars for some steamy ass play.
Take it pretty girl, I thought. Take it and you’ll be rich beyond your wildest dreams.
Joanie looked between the six of us once more, brown eyes wide and dazed. But then something inside must have clicked. It was expected after all. We’re good looking assholes, all of us massive with broad shoulders and strong, powerful arms. All of us had an air of command, befitting a CEO. People don’t tell us no.
And Joanie was the same.
Slowly, the girl nodded.
“Yes, I suppose,” she managed in a weak voice. “Yes, I suppose I could make it work. Twenty thousand per man,” she whispered once more in that dazed voice.
Andrew’s brow arched.
“You suppose, or you’re in?” he grunted ruthlessly. “We want a firm answer, sweetheart, no ifs, ands, buts or maybes.”
The brunette swallowed hard then, straightening those narrow shoulders while sitting up in her seat.
