Chapter Ten
I’d sentFranky a message and let him know it was okay to text me as soon as Eric was coming home. After a lengthy conversation, he’d learned Eric’s taste in women covered a very broad range, and seemed hopeful that he could find someone who was not only willing, but camera friendly.
Two naps and half a watermelon later, I watched the sun lower itself into the ocean. It reminded me of the many times Rhett and I had done the same thing. I felt sick for being so overeager that I fucked him before I knew exactly who he was.
By the time the sun set, I decided it really didn’t matter. He was gone, it was over, and I wouldn’t have to worry about ever seeing him again.
After taking a shower and changing clothes, I walked down the hallway and pulled the production room door open.
Pleased to see Nerd and Afro at the helm for the night, I grinned and pulled the door closed. “It might be another long night.”
“Why’s that?” Afro asked.
“Sounds like Eric might be bringing another barfly home.”
He glanced at Nerd, and then at me. “Not the chick with the merkin, though?”
“Oh, God no,” I said. “I’m not sure who, but not her.”
“Yeah, that bothered me for a while after I got home. I’d hate to have another day like that.”
“Yeah, me too,” Nerd said. “Self-pleasure is impossible with merkin girl bouncing around in your head.”
I gave him a look. “You beat off with this stuff?”
Both eyebrows raised and he gave a quick shrug. “All the time.”
Although the poolside antics between Rhett and I wasn’t aired, I realized they had been filmed. The thought of the two men in front of me pleasuring themselves while they watched me suck Rhett’s cock was bothersome.
I alternated glances between them. “Did you guys--”
The look on my face must have revealed my thoughts.
“Sure did,” Nerd said with a grin.
I looked at Afro.
He turned his palms up and slowly raised his shoulders.
I shook my head. “Yuck.”
“Yuck?” Nerd looked me over. “I think not. Watching you suck a dick is one of the most sensual things I’ve ever seen. And, I’ve been doing this for twelve years.”
“Excuse me?” I cocked my hip. “You stroked your dick while you watched--”
He gave me a contemptuous look. “More than once, and I’m not planning on stopping, either.”
I was frustrated with myself, angry, and not near as embarrassed as I should have been. “What the fuck?”
“You’re gorgeous.” He pushed his glassed up the bridge of his nose. “And you’re not a bitch. Find someone else like you, anywhere. Women like you don’t exist. And your dick sucking skills are phenomenal.”
I wanted to call them disgusting pigs, but it wasn’t how I felt. Not really. Somehow, I was flattered.
“Thank you,” I murmured. “I guess.”
“No,” Nerd said. “Thank you.”
I rolled my eyes.