by Katie Ford
Plus, they were my employers.
I had to stay in control.
I had to resist temptation. But the problem was … I didn’t want to.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mason
“Alpha Prime! Alpha Prime! Alpha Prime!”
The amphitheater shook with stomping feet and voices chanting our names. We'd already done one encore. The crowd wanted more, and after that, they would ask for another. It was what happened every time.
Unfortunately for the screaming masses, Trent, Nick, and I didn’t have it in us. Not tonight. Encores were tiring. The energy that went into an encore had to be ten times as much as we put into any other song on the set-list. After hours of playing without hydration, it was time to relax.
I strode off the stage just behind my band-mates. The venue was ringing with the sound of chicks screaming our name. As usual, the show was sold out, most of the seats filled by women, wet and creaming with joy.
Yet another city on its knees.
“This shit gets you off, huh?” Trent grunted, shoving me playfully from behind. He flashed a smile.
“Don't say it doesn't do the same to you,” I growled. “They fuckin’ love us.”
“They love Trent,” Nick grumbled, but I could hear the laughter in his voice. That man never took those slim women seriously. Girls could go after Trent all day long, but Nick would never care. As long as he got to play his music and write the words to our songs, he didn't give a shit about anything else.
I didn’t blame him, because I felt the same. Again, curvy girls our are thing. We don’t give a shit about skeletons.
Unfortunately, the dressing room was a hike. We strode through endless hallways, twisting and turning, but never arrived. It was nothing like Toronto or Detroit, where the private spaces were right behind the stage. What the fuck? This was weird.
Because it was like walking a gauntlet.
Girls, girls, and more girls lined the walls, screaming our names as loud as sirens. Man, this was getting on my nerves because the chicks were the most predictable part of our fame. Fans had irritated me for the past few years, but for some reason, the constant catcalls were bothering me more than usual.
Despite the music still flooding through my system, I didn't feel so great. The music was my drug, but the high was wearing off more quickly than normal. Their high-pitched screams made my head throb, a pound starting at the base of my skull.
“Fuck, my head is killing me,” I groaned.
“It's because you didn't get more of you-know-who,” Trent diagnosed, taking out his phone and gave me a smirk. “I can try and fix that for you, dude.”
He was always the problem-solver.
“I don’t think she’s ready for what I need,” I rasped, trying to avoid any flashing lights. “This is a pretty shitty migraine.”
But the groupies just wouldn’t stop.
“We love you, Mason!” a girl screamed.
“Trent, sign my tits!” another belted.
Trent shook his head and scrolled through his phone until he found the number he was looking for. I knew exactly who he was dialing, and it wasn’t Katy. He selected the contact and pressed call. It was only a moment before the woman on the other end answered. He put it on speakerphone.
“Good evening, Alphas.” I could hear Helena's self-satisfaction laced in her tone. “What can I do for you?”
“Not a thing right now,” Trent said. “Just trying to look busy while we find the fuckin’ dressing room—and we wanted to give you some serious thanks for the new girl. You scored a solid ten with her.”
“You like this one?”
“We all do,” I agreed, despite my headache.
Nick gave a rumbling sigh of contentment. “She's perfect. The best we’ve ever had. You did good, Hel.”
“Good,” she replied. “Don't wear her out too much. She still needs to be able to tend to her other duties. You guys have more requirements than any of my other clients. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, but you’d do anything for us, right?” Trent jested. “Anything at all?”
She groaned. “I do my best.”
Because Helena is actually Trent's older half-sister. It’s all in the family sometimes. Even though she thought our needs were a bit strange, the woman didn’t blink an eye. She took care of the band.
And it worked too. Look where we are now. So while Helena came off like a witch ninety-eight percent of the time, in actuality, she was like a mother to us—if a mother also happened to be a ball-buster and a wizard when it came to career management.
In short, Helena was one of a kind.
“We’re just fucking with you. We'll take good care of her,” Trent 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 Trent 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,” Trent 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 Katy to work.”
“She’s got good tits, sis,” Trent 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 Katy?” grunted Nick, 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. Alpha Prime had a plan for Katy, 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?” Trent 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,” Nick 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,” Nick growled.
The brunette did as she was told, swaying as she entered th
e 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.
Katy 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. Nick and Trent couldn't take their eyes off our princess either. I could tell that Trent 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!” Katy 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.”
Katy 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, Katy 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. Trent 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.
Alpha Prime still had some energy left though—just enough for Katy.
Katy bit her lip, then gasped when Nick 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 Katy.
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,” Trent 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 Trent. “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? “
He was so fucking crude sometimes. The thing about Trent was that he always got straight to the point. All of the girls thought that our front-man was smooth. In all honesty, he was far from it. But somehow, being a perverted bastard worked for him.
Because the sugary, plump angel wanted it and she wanted it bad. The girl stood with her back to the door, hand on the handle like she wanted to escape. I knew better, though. She wanted to stay with us. The eighteen-year-old virgin craved a massage from three alphas. Her erect nipples didn’t lie.
I looked at the guys, acting on cue. Slowly, the three of us began crowding in on Katy. She looked confused at first, but also intrigued. I could smell her fascination, musky and sweet.
“Come on,” Nick said. “We have the perfect place in back.” He jerked his head towards the bathroom.
“Only your pretty skin and smooth hands can calm me down. I usually get like this after a show. We all do. I know you can take care of us. You just need to relax, sweetheart,” Trent rumbled. “You want us, don’t you?”
I brushed my thumb over her parted lips, and the pink gloss came off on my finger. My joystick spurted from the sudden image of her mouth on my dick. That lip gloss would be smeared all over my hard fuck pole as she suckled it for more cream.
“Come on, baby,” was my raspy entreaty. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
And Nick smoothed a hand down the sweet filly’s back, nudging her towards the bathroom. I walked backwards, confidently watching the girl we craved. She couldn’t stop looking at us, one after the other, eyes wide.
Because shit, the female was obsessed with us just like we were obsessed with her.
“I don't...I don't know anything about this kind of massage,” Katy stammered. “I used to give my high school boyfriend massages on his legs after gym class,” she said slowly. “He had a condition where touch helped.”
“This massage won’t be like that, Kitty-Kat,” I rumbled, amusement in my eyes. “The only condition we have is that you enjoy every second of it.”
Our eyes were glinting with excitement now.
“We'll take care of you. We'll take care of everything,” Nick insisted. “This is for you.”
And soon, we hit the bathroom in back. It was luxurious for sure, cavernous with echoes. Spotless, storm gray tile everywhere. Gleaming fixtures, all brand new. They must have pulled out the stops remodeling this place.
I stepped into the shower, where there were three wide shower heads above, another three at waist level and a hand-held shower head in each corner.
Yep, there was no luxury like a fully decked out bathroom.
It was perfectly built for play.
My balls throbbed.
Oh shit. Oh yeah. Fucking Katy in here would be amazing. I could just imagine myself shoving my dick into her sweet ass while she sucked Nick off. That wasn’t what was on the agenda, though. It was too early still.
“Come here, Kitty-Kat,” Trent beckoned.
Our girl moved towards him as if mesmerized. Her tits swayed and that ass rocked from side to side. Oh yeah, Katy was a fucking wet dream that had come straight into our lives.
“Arms up.” Trent instructed.
She lifted her arms above her head, tits tilting high and juicy. My mouth watered as I looked at the other guys.
Can we fuck her now already?
My dick was practically begging for it.
Nick shook his head. She was a virgin. It wasn't the right time.
Fine.
Because we could still have fun with her while breaking the filly in. Trent pulled off our angel’s shirt, and then Nick got to his knees, peeling off her pants. Trent stared as Nick shoved his face into the plump crotch for a sniff. I couldn’t help but smirk. My bros were dirty bastards.
Katy shrieked, eyes wide, while grabbing Nick’s shoulder, clearly stunned by the sensations.
But we all saw how the woman opened up her legs to get more of his nose and mo
uth on her snatch through those pretty lace panties.
God, I love how she always makes her pussy look good. Tits too. Our buxom queen has good taste.
But tonight, it was all about skin. Unsnapping her bra, I pulled the thin lace from her arms while Nick dragged those lace panties down her legs.
“Damn, your cunt smells good!” Nick breathed into her crotch again and this time her gasp of pleasure was loud and cock-rocking.
I bet she would scream the house down with our dicks deep in her.
Because shit, she was gorgeous.
Huge breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs that I could practically feel tightening around my head. She looked nervous as all hell but that pussy was wet and gleaming for us, the lips swollen and ready to savor our cocks.
“You want us, don’t you?” I growled the question at her although the answer was obvious. “You want us to feed you our dicks and get you dirty and wet with spunk.”
Her chest heaved with every word I spoke. She didn’t have it in her to respond, but that wasn’t necessary. We could do the dirty talk.
“You'd love it if I jerked off on your tits, wouldn't you?” Trent whispered harshly, yanking his jeans open.
