Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Well then,” I smile, pausing dramatically before standing up in my seat. “I have a gift for you guys.”
“A gift?” Dane echoes.
“What kind of gift?” Jamison asks.
“Just come with me, and I’ll show you. I promise you’ll like it.”
Their facial expressions are priceless. The three men look shocked for a couple of moments, and then red flushes crawl up their necks. Clearly, they’ve got dirty minds and think that I’m offering something rancid and dirty, which I am, to a point. I giggle as they stand up, nodding their heads.
“Okay. Let’s see what it is,” Jamison grins.
“This is going to be good,” Chris adds.
“It better be,” growls Dane, his blue gaze searing as it trails over my curves.
I smirk. “Of course it will be, gentlemen. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t worry because have I ever let you down? I think not.”
Then, I prance to the restaurant’s exit, trailed by my bevy of lovers. But they aren’t getting what they think they’re getting … and it’s up to me to spring the surprise.
7
TAMARA
My apartment is nothing special, especially when compared to the penthouse at the Merovingian. It’s just a one bedroom, one bath, tiny shoebox of an apartment a little ways off the Strip, but it’s enough for me. The rent is reasonable, it’s in a decent area, and I’m only one person so it’s plenty spacious. Plus, I’ve decorated my place to make it look and feel homey, which gives me a sense of peace.
The walls are covered in tapestries, pictures of faraway places and Polaroids of friends, along with a few horrible paintings of mine too. I’ve never been good at art, but I’ve always enjoyed it because it brings me joy. Even if my creations look like the work of a seven-year-old, I’m still proud of them, and put them on my walls.
A bit of greenery lends my apartment an organic feel, although half of the plants are dead because I can never seem to care for them properly. And there are tons of candles sitting on every surface because I love to keep my home smelling good. But other than that, there’s not much else here. I’ve got a couch and a bed, and a dresser and desk, but that’s about it for furniture.
I know my place probably looks pathetic to Dane, Chris, and Jamison, but they don’t utter a peep. If anything, they seem to appreciate my colorful decor, but these men aren’t here for the interior design. They turn to me, blue eyes blazing.
“So,” Dane growls as he comes over to wrap his arms around my waist. He leans down to press a kiss to my neck, his hands traveling up my sides and underneath my shirt until he’s squeezing my breasts. “What is it that you wanted to show us, honey? Where’s our gift?” he questions in that low baritone of his, and I shiver as he grinds against my behind. I can feel his stiff cock pressed up against ass, and my pussy clenches as I melt back against him for a moment before remembering what we’re really here for.
I quickly squirm out of his grasp and try to ignore the way my cheeks burn as the three of them stare at me hungrily. “It’s not what you think,” I say in a lofty voice.
“Really?” Chris tilts his head. “You didn’t bring us here for naughty fun?” he smirks.
“No, I didn’t,” I state firmly, sidestepping Jamison as he tries to catch me around the waist. “I’ll be right back!” I tell them before scurrying off. I can hear the three men murmuring to each other in confusion as I head into my bedroom and straight to my closet to grab my ‘gifts’ for them. Then I grunt, struggling to lift the three items up, and ultimately end up having to half carry, half drag the gifts out of my room and into the living room.
The guys pause when I reappear, their eyes widening as they catch sight of what I have with me. I smirk as I heave the toys onto the couch before gesturing grandly.
“Here,” I say as I position the life-size dolls in a sitting position. “Here’s your gift. Don’t thank me too much, gentlemen.”
The men stare at the inanimate objects. There are three life-size dolls, blonde, brunette, and redhead, and all three are gorgeous to behold with delicate, feminine features; giant breasts; narrow waists; and of course, three holes ready to be pummeled by human men. The blonde doll’s hair is a bit mussed and I reach one hand forward to smooth it down.
“Tamara,” Dane says with an exasperated laugh. “What the hell are these?”
“Come on now,” I send him a look. “I’m sure you’ve seen these before. They’re sex dolls! Just like you wanted. And I even got them in blonde, brunette, and redhead so you’ll have some variety. There’s one for each of you, so you don’t even have to share. Like I said: you’re welcome.”