Chapter 7
seven
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On the way back to the hotel, Pete looked like an excited schoolboy that had the potential to cream in his pants at any minute.
It was clear from his animated conversation with Chastity that he truly was a follower.
It was a weird sensation to watch this huge, burly guy try to impress the girl with his knowledge about her, desperate to emphasize how much of a fan he was of her.
“Maybe I should step aside and let you spend some time with Pete,” I mumbled. Pete’s eyes almost bugged out of his head when he caught sight of mine in his rearview mirror.
“Why make me choose?” Chastity mused with a salacious, naughty smile.
“Indeed,” Pete blurted out, then cast me a nervous, guilty glance in the mirror again.
“I’m not sure about that… do you do sleep with multiple men often? I mean how many threesomes have you had?” I as ked, like I was the one to judge since I’d had more than my fair share of pussy.
“Not that many,” she replied. Chastity crossed her legs, drawing my attention to her beautiful legs, that appeared silky smooth. She noticed me looking and ran a hand down her shin, and I found myself wanting to be that hand right then.
“What number is not many?”
Glancing up at the roof interior, she looked deep in thought for a moment then stared me straight in the eye. “Two threesomes, six men altogether… seven if you count the guy who took my virginity and came the second he made it through.”
“Poor guy,” I remarked, chuckling. “Seriously, that’s a low number?”
“Aye.”
“So, what’s with the Only Fans page? Aren’t you performing with guys when you make your content?”
“No guys. Only me, doing whatever kinky shit I suggest that gets upvoted.”
“Kinky shit?” I asked intrigued. Pete pulled into the below ground parking bay beneath my hotel.
“Yeah, some just want to choose what underwear I put on, while others might want me to do a wedgie with a thong while I say their name… innocent enough stuff like that, but it sure pays the bills. And if someone wants something more… like me performing an act in more detail or using sex toys, I charge a hundred pounds for a three minute private session for that. ”
“Three minutes huh? Those chumps get off that quick?”
“What can I say? I’m good,” she muttered with a wink.
“So, you have all the props and shit?”
“I’ve built up quite the collection. But if someone asks me for something I don’t have, I just pop it onto my amazon wish list and the punters buy it for me.”
“Sounds like quite the business you’ve got going on there. If you’re doing so well, why continue with the nursing?”
“For one, I love helping people, and who knows, I might get bored flashing my ass for a bunch of hard-up men and women. Plus, I’m not likely to look like this forever.”
I took a moment to check her out again and if I’m honest, my mouth watered.
Plus, there was this strong arc of electricity between us which was a sexual connection that I seldom found with women these days.
Once I realized I’d gotten lost in how beautiful she looked, as well as all the things I could imagine me doing to her, I shook my head to pull myself out of my reverie.
“Pete, are we getting out of this fucking car or are we going to sit here all night?” I asked, prompting Pete out of his googly-eyed daze, while he sat engrossed in our conversation.
“Ah, right, boss,” he remarked. He looked flustered when he tried to get out of the car, like he’d been having the exact same thoughts, and I’d suddenly reminded him he was working.
I turned my attention back to Chastity. “Women? Women ask you to perform too?” It was a stupid question because of course women had needs to fulfill just the same as men. “What do they ask for?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” she muttered.
I grinned. “I’m curious… no, fascinated because it’s never occurred to me to check out an Only Fans page.”
“You should, you might learn something,” she suggested, flashing me another heart-stopping smile.
“Ah, I’ve been around the block a time or two. Who knows, I might be able to teach you new tricks.”
Pete opened the car door on my side, and I climbed out. I wandered around the back of the car and opened the passenger door for her.
“That was a cocky response,” she replied, laughing.
“No, that was an honest response since we’re being frank.
From what you’ve said your Only Fans page is mostly all talk.
It’s one thing to please a man behind a screen, and quite another face-to-face.
And just before we go up to my suite let me make one thing clear.
Your visit to me has nothing to do with your Only Fans page, nor do I give you permission to discuss what goes on inside this hotel.
If you have a problem with any of that, I’ll bow out and say it was nice to meet you, but Pete here will be taking you home. ”
“Best get that non-disclosure agreement out and I’ll sign it. However, I’ll be expecting the same from you. I get that you must protect your reputation, just like I need to protect my work. Therefore, I also have my NDA right here in my bag.”