Read High Strung (Power Station Book 1) Online
Authors: T Gephart
Troy placed his longneck on the table, stretching his hands behind his head. “I’m sure that’s exactly what old Thomas Jefferson was thinking when he dipped his quill in ink.”
“I assure you, Tom J would have definitely been a zee man.” I‘d have put my nuts on it.
“How did we get from talking about Lexi’s new assistant to Thomas Jefferson?” Jason grinned as he took another swig of his beer.
“Who knows, but I now could totally go a Philly Cheese Steak.” Troy laughed, scooping his beer back off the table and taking a mouthful.
Jason leaned back into the couch. “So, Dan…enlighten us as to why you are so passionate about this cause.”
“I was just thinking, seeing as whoever it is will be working with us, we should probably get a say. Technically we’re like the boss, aren’t we?” I scratched my head wondering why I hadn’t thought of it before.
Troy’s face lit up with a big shit-eating grin. “Wow, can you please call Lexi and tell her we’re the boss, that shit would make my week.” Bastard knew there was no way I’d call Lexi and poke the bear. I’d rather keep my balls attached, thanks.
“Whatever, nutsack.” I gave him a friendly punch in the arm. “I was there this morning while Lexi was interviewing and I saw some potential.” I couldn’t help but think of the smokin’ redhead I’d caught staring at Stone’s ass.
“So who’s the girl?” Jason chimed in, guessing correctly it had been a skirt that had got me interested.
“Here’s the thing, she was totally into me. She didn’t say she was but I could tell. You know when you can just tell?” I figured maybe if we did a recap I could work out what got her panties in a twist. All I had done was point out Alex was off the market, why she got all ate up was still a fucking mystery.
“So she shot you down, huh?” Troy cupped my neck, giving me a shake.
I shrugged him off not wanting his fucking sympathy. “She said I offended her.”
“Go figure.” Jason laughed, the wiseass not adding anything helpful to the conversation.
“I was just being myself but she got all defensive.” I pushed my hands through my hair, honestly confused as to why she had been so pissed.
“Was this before or after you opened your mouth?” Jason chimed in.
“Shut up, asshole. I was just introducing myself ’cause she seemed like a fan, but then we started talking about her tits,” I tried to explain, replaying the conversation in my head, unable to stop my grin at the thought of Ashlyn.
“Only you can go from
hello
to
tits
in zero point three seconds.” Troy chuckled like a fucking schoolgirl, getting all up in my grill. It’s not like
they
didn’t think about tits all the time. I was just more honest about it. Girls should be thanking me.
“I’m choosing to ignore you right now ’cause you’re shitting on my parade.” I pushed my palm into Troy’s face and shoved him out of the way. “She had some bullshit business shirt and jacket on, but hiding underneath there were these amazing perky tits. Now, you guys know I generally like porn-star big but seriously, all I could think about was licking them. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”
“So did
tits
have a name? Or did you scream out your own when you jerked off.” Troy knew full well that an image like that would have sent even the strongest man to go have a stroke. I don’t know why anyone fights the urge to masturbate; it’s in our nature.
“Yeah, her name is Ashlyn.” Just saying her name sent a shiver down the length of my cock, and I may or may not have screamed it out when I jacked off into my hand earlier. Granted it would sound even hotter if I was calling it out while I was balls deep inside her, but that was a whole other story.
“I need to get her out of my head or I’m going to need to jerk off again.” I shifted in my seat as my pants started to get tight around my crotch, just thinking about her was giving me a wicked hard-on. “I’m going to go check out the talent. There are a couple of girls over in the corner who look keen.”
“Maybe give them a few minutes before you talk about their tits.” Troy snorted as he grabbed his beer off the table and took a swig.
I flipped him off as I walked over to the two gorgeous brunettes who were giggling nervously in the corner. While they might have been working the shy vibe, I was willing to bet there were a few Trojans tucked away in their tiny purses.
“Hi, are you Dan Evans?” The shorter one bit her cherry-red lip seductively, flicking her long hair over her shoulder.
“Sure am, sweetheart, and what would your name be?” I moved in closer, tilting my head to the side as I took them both in. They looked so similar they could be sisters, dark brown hair with large brown eyes. They looked like they’d had been poured into the tight, tiny dresses they were wearing, not that I was complaining. Both of them were sporting rather impressive racks.
“I’m Lili and this my friend Skyla.” She nodded to the cutie on her right. “I thought it was you but was too nervous to come over. Is that the rest of the band?”
“You don’t have to be shy, I don’t bite. Well, not unless you want me to.” I couldn’t help but smile. It wouldn’t be the first time a girl liked it rough and I would be happy to play it either way. “James and Alex aren’t here but those two losers over there are Jason and Troy.”
“Wow, we’ve never met famous people before.” Skyla stepped toward me, her pouty red mouth looked primed for a monumental blowjob.
“We’re just regular folks, babe.” I brushed some hair away from Skyla’s face as Lili slid up beside me. “You wanna come over and say hello?”
“Yes,” they chimed out enthusiastically in stereo. I was definitely getting lucky tonight and these two lovely ladies seemed more than willing to get onboard. Even if I struck out with one, I had the other ready to go. Like a boy scout, I was prepared.
I wrapped my arms around both of their waists, letting my hands drop down to skirt the top of their asses, and pulled them in close to my side. While I was happy to do intros, I wasn’t planning on sharing. The other two would have to find their own tail tonight.
We walked over to where the douchebags were sitting; Troy was busy running his mouth about some bullshit while Jason deep-throated a beer.
“Ladies, meet Troy and Jason. While I can confirm I’ve had all my shots, I make no promises on these two.”
“Ladies,” Troy tipped his chin hello, standing up to offer them the couch, no doubt hoping to get lucky with whichever one I struck out with.
“Hi, girls,” offered Jason, sizing them up as he drained the last of his beer. Both of them were sadly mistaken if they thought they were going to get in on this action.
The girls both giggled nervously and introduced themselves, hugging each of the boys before returning to my side - as it should be. I pulled them onto the couch that Troy had vacated. My ass had barely made contact with the chair when Lili forgot all about her shyness and slid her hand up my thigh, her long red nails squeezing as they neared my balls. My grin widened as I leaned back into the couch spreading my arms across the back of the chair and inviting more. If this fine piece of ass wanted to jerk me off with an audience, I wasn’t about to stop her.
“Hey, I saw him first,” protested Skyla as she grabbed my chin and whipped my head around to face her. “I’m a
big
fan,” she breathed into my mouth. “I know you probably hear that all the time but I want the opportunity to show you.”
“Relax, ladies, there is plenty of me to go around and it would be very rude of me to not show my appreciation for such huge fans.” I tilted her chin and brought her lips closer to me. My cock jerked assuring me, in case there was any doubt that we were on the same page.
“You think you can handle us both?” Lili’s lips hit the skin on my neck as her hand moved from my thigh to my crotch, making me slightly nervous as she squeezed the denim separating her fingers from my cock. “’Cause there is no way I’m going to let Skyla have all the fun without me.”
If I wasn’t hard before, that situation had well and truly rectified itself as my dick struggled not to be choked out by my jeans. “Babe, no one is missing out tonight.” I moved from Skyla’s mouth to Lili’s, proving I wasn’t about to let anyone feel like the consolation prize.
As the girls moved around me, taking turns with my mouth, I shot a glance over to Troy who rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Dude, do what you want, but if it hits the papers tomorrow, it’s going to be a shit storm I want no part of. Keep it clean or find a room.”
Jason nodded, siding with Captain Fucking Lame. “Take it to the bathroom at least, brother.”
I didn’t bother to answer, instead flipping them off as I continued the tongue action I had going on. Assholes were just jealous I had scored both of the hot girls while they were left with their dicks in their hands. Besides, if I wasn’t seeing Ashlyn anytime soon, I needed something to tide me over. Jerking off wasn’t exactly what my dick was after.
“Wanna grab another beer?” Jason pointed to the vacant couch on the other side of the VIP section, “I’ll meet you over there.”
“Yeah, I’m going to take a lap first. I’m getting bored.” Troy shrugged as both of them walked off in different directions.
“Did we make your friends mad?” Skyla blinked as she ran her hands underneath my shirt, her nails against my skin making me shiver.
“They’re just jealous, babe, pay them no mind.” I wasn’t about to have the fun police cockblock me, it had been a while since I’d last had a threesome.
“Good,” Lili licked her lips, “because Skyla and I are about to blow your mind.”
The rows of liquor
bottles caught the light, shining down on us like twinkling stars. It contrasted nicely with the dark red walls of the club. We had managed to secure two unoccupied bar stools and perched ourselves at the bar. This meant two things: the drinks were readily refreshed and replenished, and we didn’t realize how much we’d drunk until we stood up.
“I need to pee.” Megs giggled, pulling gently on my arm. “We need to find the bathroom.”
“Okay.” I giggled back like she had delivered the world’s greatest punch line. “There’s bound to be one around here somewhere.”
“If you head upstairs, the one up there is bound to have a shorter line,” Kirk, the bartender we’d become rather fond of, helpfully offered.
“Thanks, Kirk. We love you.” Megs blew him kisses as I pulled her from the stool.
“You need to walk, Megs. I can’t carry you,” I protested, trying to right her back onto her own two feet.
“I feel like I’m wearing stilts. How high are these stupid heels?” Megs lifted her foot in amusement, inadvertently flashing her crotch to the group of guys in front of us. Thankfully she was wearing underwear, though that didn’t stop the whistles of encouragement from our makeshift audience.
“Just walk slowly,” I encouraged, our swaying bodies making little progress as we moved to the edge of the stairs.
“But I’m going to pee my pants.” Megs laughed as we slowly navigated one stair at time. The click-clack of our heels against the wooden steps could still be heard above the music. At this rate there was going to be a puddle on the floor before we’d even made it halfway. “Take your shoes off until we get to the bathroom.”
“Ew. I’m not walking in bare feet. It’s a club, Ash, lord knows what’s down there.” Megs scrunched her face in disgust.
“Well then, walk faster or your pee is going to be added to the list of unidentifiable things
down there
.”
While our ascent up the stairs was painfully slow, we did make it to the top without any incidents, be it falls or further indecent exposure. The sacrifice of footwear was also avoided, Megs unwilling to let herself be defeated by a pair of Loubutins, despite their height.
“Salvation.” Megs pushed opened the door of the bathroom, sending us almost spilling onto the tile floor, the shiny, white-tiled floor and chromed surfaces, pristine, and thankfully, vacant. “Kirk was right, there is no line. Remind me to give him a big tip.” She hurried into the stall.
I shuffled into the stall beside her, using the walls to steady myself before allowing myself to feel the sweet relief.
“Ash, I heard this story of this girl who was drinking all night and didn’t pee and then died the next day. Lucky we made it to the bathroom,” she shouted despite there being only a few inches of wall separating us.