In short, Helena was one of a kind.
“We’re just fucking with you. We’ll take good care of her,” Brody laughed. “Real good care of her.”
“Disgusting,” she groused. “Get your own next time. I’m sick of finding replacements when you jackasses get bored.”
Because even though she claimed to hate choosing our staff, that was far from the truth. Helena was happy to find a replacement whenever a heartbroken woman threatened to sell our kink to the papers. Oh yeah, if our secret got out, then all hell would break loose.
And while the middle-aged woman did her best to find women that wouldn’t do such a thing, it turned out that a lot of chicks were petty when it came to their feelings. Our last assistant threatened to call someone at Rolling Stone when Brody said he couldn’t marry her.
Yeah, shit like that.
Totally unrealistic.
Because the problem with girls we’ve met is that sometimes they want more than we can give them.
Okay, they always want more than we can give them.
“We don’t get bored,” Brody explained. “We just have bad luck with assistants.”
“Bad luck or you drive them away?” Helen asked wryly. “Don’t go breaking this one’s heart, okay? They always resort to blackmail when you pull that shit. I can’t afford another half a mil just because my clients can’t keep it in their pants. Got it?”
“Got it,” I replied. “Now let us off the phone so we can put Kate to work.”
“She’s got good tits, sis,” Brody growled.
“Too much info,” Helena sighed. “But have fun. Don’t get too crazy.”
Then she hung up the phone. Sometimes, our manager liked to play dumb. The middle-aged woman sometimes pretended she didn’t know what we did with our assistants, although that was clearly untrue. The three of us played along. It was a sort of game we had.
But finally, we were at the dressing room after walking what felt like five miles. It was a safe place for us to indulge in our fantasies once more, to let go and relax.
And true to form, the space was nice. There was a bathroom with a massive shower in the back, complete with multiple nozzles and an overhead steam pump.
“Where’s Kate?” grunted Hudson, looking around.
I laughed and texted our princess, but she responded with a phone call. Keen to hear her innocent little voice, I swiped my finger across the screen.
“Hi! I’ll be right there with water and towels for you guys,” she said breathlessly. That eagerness zinged straight to my balls.
“Hurry up, Kitty-Kat,” I growled. “We need you.”
Hanging up, I exchanged glances with the guys. We were all thinking the same thing. Hard Fought had a plan for Kate, one that we’d developed using our past personal assistants. Unfortunately, none of them were as hot as our sweet queen.
“You think she’s ready?” Brody grunted. “I mean…we aren’t fucking her yet. I think she’ll be down for this.”
“You saw how she acted last time. She can’t get enough of us,” was my gruff reply.
“She’s definitely ready for the next step,” Hudson agreed.
Barely three minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Our plan would be set in motion shortly.
“It’s me!” her sweet voice chirped.
“Come in,” Hudson growled.
The brunette did as she was told, swaying as she entered the room. My mouth hit the fucking floor as that plump form moved around the dressing area to pass the cold bottles of water to each of us.
Because of course, the girl was wearing the same boring outfit, except this time the polo was navy instead of white. But something was different – something tantalizing.
Shit, is she braless right now? It sure looks like it. Tits don’t move like that when they’re strapped down.
Kate had skipped the lingerie for sure. I could see how those big boobs bounced. Her nipples were fucking huge and rock solid already.
Oh god. My dick jerked and immediately started leaking. I’ve never been around a female that made me feel so out of control.
Because I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Hudson and Brody couldn’t take their eyes off our princess either. I could tell that Brody was a heartbeat away from grabbing her and pulling her into his lap. His dick was about to burst through his jeans. Who could blame him? She looked damn good with those double-Ds jiggling every which-way.
“The concert was great, you guys!” Kate murmured sweetly. “I’ve never seen one better.”
“Even better than the one last night?” I was trying really hard to be my usual casual and fun self. But damn, it was hard. I was hard.
“You just get better every time,” she nodded, blushing.
Our sweet little virgin.
But we didn’t want her to be a virgin for much longer.
“My head hurts,” I told her. “Sometimes all the screaming gives me a migraine.”
Kate nodded, eyes wide with worry.
“Of course, let me get you some Advil.” Immediately, the girl turned, looking in some nearby boxes. “I packed some for after the show, but it’s in my room—”
Watching her jump to attention was nice. But we wanted something stronger than Advil.
I shook my head. “No, no, no. I need something to really relax me, Kate girl. Not pain medication. We all need to relax, actually. We need to get clean too. Think you can help us with something like that?”
I looked down at my bare and sweaty chest, and her eyes followed my gaze.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” she replied cautiously, but it seemed like she did.
“Oh, I think you do,” was my suggestive rumble. “I think you do.”
Our luscious goddess licked her lips, looking hungry suddenly. Brody made the most of it. He stood, shirtless, those wide shoulders and rippling six-pack identical to mine. Our bodies were similar, the only difference that his chest had fur, and mine was bare.
But like me, he was dripping with sweat from the hot lights and gyrating all over the stage. Some nights, humping the mic stand and driving the girls wild took more energy than we had in us.
Hard Fought still had some energy left though—just enough for Kate.
Kate bit her lip, then gasped when Hudson stood up next. He’d obviously worked up a sweat, but his jeans were unbuttoned and the tip of his huge cock was already poking out from the denim, the glistening head pointed right at Kate.
Her eyes went wide.
“Can I get the masseuse for you, guys?” she asked, breathless and obviously trying to hide her excitement. “Or maybe a physical therapist? Being onstage for three hours is really hard. Helena gave me the numbers for—”
But I wanted her to use her imagination in other ways.
“No massage, Kitty-Kat. No physical therapist either. We want to give you a massage actually. If you’re okay with it, of course.”
“That’ll help us relax real good,” Brody growled, low and deep. “You up for it?”
She gaped at us like an astonished fish. Maybe our girl didn’t understand.
“What? You want to give me a massage? How will that help you relax though?” she stammered.
So damn innocent. So damn oblivious.
“That’s right,” rasped Brody. “We want to take a shower with you, and we’re going to massage you under the water ... with our dicks that is. You think you can handle that sweetheart? That kind of sopping, internal massage? “