Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
The women nod eagerly, because we all know that of all the opinions needed, Trek’s is the most important.
“But wait, where’s the audience?” a perky blonde named Lindsay asks. “Where is everyone?”
Trek nods slowly.
“We decided that an audience wasn’t necessary. We’re not raising money for a cause, nor are we looking to spread the word about the pageant. As a result, my brothers and I will be your only observers.”
The girls murmur in understanding.
“Makes sense,” says Lindsay.
Trek nods.
“And, as your judges, we’ve also decided that there will be no interview portion to complete later this afternoon,” he continues.
A few of the women look disappointed.
“Why not?” asks Lindsay, confusion marring her pretty features. “I practiced a lot for my interview!”
Trek must sense the energy, because he holds up his hands and grants us one of his rare smiles. I feel my knees go weak but somehow manage to stay upright.
“There won’t be any interviews because we’ve been able to learn what we need to about each of you already—you girls were honest and open in the practice rounds,” he explains. “We already have enough to go by.”
I raise my hand, feeling a little silly doing so but knowing that Trek isn’t the kind of man one should talk over.
His eyes rest on me at last.
“Posey,” he says, my name like a caress in his mouth.
“So, what happens now? We’ve completed the choreographed dance and the only other part of the pageant was the interviews. Without the interviews, it seems like we’re done.”
Trek inclines his head.
“Good question,” he says in a smooth tone. “There isn’t much else, as you’ve deduced. In fact, we’ve already chosen a winner.”
At that, the girls gasp while staring at one another. Some of the girls grip one another’s hands, their eyes wide.
“Narax, Kixson, join me, please,” Trek says, gesturing as his brothers assume positions on either side of him. The three are like dark, handsome sentinels, their masculine forms imposing.
“I’m happy to announce the winner,” Trek begins slowly. The girls gasp with anticipation, quite a few covering open mouths with their hands. “In fact, I’ll be announcing ten winners because you all win.”
A hushed murmur rises from the group.
“Are you for real?!” one woman exclaims.
“Wait, so we all get a hundred thousand dollars?” another chirps.
“This is so cool!” a third squeals, jumping up and down excitedly.
“But what about the job?” I call out above the noise of the room. “Do we all get jobs too?”
The three men exchange a quick look.
“Actually yes,” Trek says calmly. “Everyone will be offered a job, and everyone will receive a grand prize. There’s more than enough to go around.”
Cheers explode across the room as we stare at one another with excitement. Is this for real? We’re all going to win? The crowd devolves into chaos as girls launch themselves at the three men, eager to press for details. But then, Trek steps directly into my path, his huge form blocking my vision.
“We need to talk, Posey,” he murmurs. “Away from the group.”
I nod, unnerved by his solemn tone but curious as well. What’s going on? Meanwhile, I sense debauchery happening around us. Sure enough, quite a few girls have taken the initiative and are slithering out of their bikinis. Big breasts bounce as they’re revealed, and Kixson and Narax are making the most of it. Both men are on their knees as they lick at stiff nipples while nibbling at wet cunts. Even crazier, Kixson and Narax have their hands extended. As they kiss various pretty cunts, they stimulate the clits of other women, simultaneously pleasuring multiple girls.
“What the?” I gasp. My eyes go wide as I see Kelly drop her bikini before crouching over Kixson’s face. She moans and cups her breasts, her head falling back as he laps at her wet folds before slithering his tongue backwards to taste her asshole.
But then Trek stops me. “That’s not for you.”
I stare at him.
“Why not?” I demand, although of course I’m relieved at his words.
Trek grabs me by both of my arms now, leaning in close so that our faces are almost touching.
“Because you’re mine,” he says in a low growl. “And I’ll be damned if I let another man touch these pretty curves.”
What in the world? What is this man saying? Is it fair for Trek to enjoy me exclusively, but for him not to be exclusive? I’m going to have this out with the alpha male … whether he’s ready or not.
10
Trek
Posey’s trapped in my grip, practically shaking with outrage. Her eyes go wide, their depths like the bottomless sea.
“You don’t get to decide what I do and don’t do,” she says in a tight voice. “I can do what I want, with whomever I want.”
It takes every ounce of my control not to shake her back and forth like a rag doll. But I know that Posey won’t bow to me because she has her own head on her shoulders. Trying to dominate her will only make her more resolute.