“Um… excuse me, aren’t you Austin Aquila?”
I looked up and saw their appointed leader standing there, a tall blonde with a clearly enhanced chest that she was showing off with a low cut vest top. Her hands were clasped around a felt pen in front of her short shorts, and the insides of her elbows were pushing her tits together so they spilled out. Subtle.
“Yes I am,” I said.
She squealed and bounced. “I knew it! I was there when you broke Hirokito’s arm, it was the best day of my life! You’re the best!”
“Thanks. Did you want me to sign something?” I gestured at the pen.
I wonder what.
The girl got a devilish look in her eye. “Well… I don’t have anything here, I mean, a napkin is so boring… how about…”
She sat down next to me without waiting to be invited, scooting over close so nobody could see exactly what she was doing. With one hand she pulled her top down an inch or so, revealing a little more of her curvy flesh and the edge of an overworked bra.
“… here.” She finished, holding out the pen.
For fuck sake. I was supposed to be avoiding groupies like this for the sake of my new image, but the way this chick was behaving I was going to have to either fuck her or take out a restraining order.
I took the pen and thought about adding a note like “Money Well Spent!” or “Great Tits,” but just went with my signature even though there was plenty of space. That cleavage was a distracting background while I signed her tit. I had no doubt she was popular at her college.
“Thanks! Hey, my friends and I are just kinda passing through on a road trip. I was wondering, do you like to, you know, party?”
I played dumb while I tried to figure out how to get rid of her without making a scene. “I’m in training right now, so I don’t go clubbing or anything.”
“Well… what about a more… private… party?” She slid a couple inches closer, my name standing out clear in wet ink on her tit.
I sighed. “Listen, I dunno if you heard or anything, but I just got married so…”
“Aw, that’s so sweet…”
She didn’t get up to leave.
“… but… like, she doesn’t have to know, or anything. My friends and I… we like to share. We’re very close.”
“Listen, uh…”
“Candy.”
Of course. “Listen, Candy, I’m sure you’re all a lot of fun, but I can’t.”
“You sure? We wouldn’t tell. You see my friend Debbie over there, the little brunette?”
I looked over to see the other two huddled together looking intently back at us. “Yeah.”
“You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but she can deepthroat anything, and she likes choking on cock until she almost passes out. She’s a lot of fun, and you can do anything you want with Bella and I while she recovers. Anything. I told my boyfriend that you were on my ‘list,’ I’ve got a free pass for you. Our hotel is just around the corner.”
I could see it all now, the look on this chick’s face when we got back to their room and they realized they’d bitten off more than they could chew, when I fucked them all past their breaking point. Debbie choking herself out on my cock while I made the other two sixty-nine each other for my entertainment.
Part of my mind was whirling, thinking about how I could get to their hotel room, fuck them senseless, and leave later on, without being seen. I could get one of them to give me their key card, we could leave the diner separately…
They thought they were something special, as if I’d never been offered anything like this before. I had. They were hot, for sure, but…
Another scene played through my mind, this one something that had happened last night. I was fucking Skylar for the fourth or fifth time, missionary style and going slow before a big finish.
She had her hands clasped behind my neck, watching me fuck her as she squirmed just below the point of moaning her pleasure. Her face was my favorite feature, such an exciting mix of innocence and sex. I wanted to watch her expression when I came in her tight little pussy this time, to watch that knowledge flash behind her eyes as I took everything I wanted from her.
“Am I… good? At this? Did I…” she trailed off.
It sounded like competing teams of wild horses had been fighting between dragging the question out of her, and stopping her from asking it at the same time. Something told me she’d been fighting a long and exhausting internal battle with her own sexuality. She wanted to be in control of it, to own it somehow and accept that side of herself.
“You’re fucking incredible.”