by JB Duvane
Graham
I wake up on the couch in my office and Kyle is already at his computer. I stay still for as long as I can without alerting him to the fact that I’m awake, but somehow he knows.
“You’ve got to look at this, Graham,” he says. I get up and shuffle across the room so that I’m standing behind his chair, then rub my eyes and look at the monitor that shows the subscriptions. “We’ve had hundreds of new subscribers overnight,” he says, scrolling through the list. “And we’ve sold thousands of token bundles.”
“Really? That’s incredible,” I say without much conviction while stifling a yawn. I am excited to hear it, but I’m so wiped out. I need coffee and I need time to adjust to being awake.
“That’s not the only thing I want to show you. Check this out.” He moves over to the screen with the scores for each girl. “Some of these girl’s scores have doubled or tripled overnight. I couldn’t figure it out at first and thought maybe some of the new viewers were mistakenly tipping during the video replay of the stream from yesterday. But that’s not what’s going on. Some of the girls are doing private shows in the showers and the confessional room for tips. They’re trying to increase their rank by sneaking tips!”
“You’re kidding.” I’m finally starting to wake up and I see what Kyle is talking about. He plays a video from last night’s stream where two girls are making out with each other in the confessional room, then strip and use a double-ended dildo on each other until their asses are slapping. “I was wondering if anyone was going to get any use out of that confessional room.” I laugh while I watch two more girls join in. I’m not sure how they’re going to get involved, but they’re all pretty creative. They each have their number written on a piece of paper and hold it up while they insert dildos into various holes of their own or the girl sitting next to them. And every single one is making a porny duck face while they stare up at the camera. “What do you wanna do?”
“Well, nothing. I mean, if the girls want to give a show, and the viewers want to tip them for it, then I say let them knock themselves out. I’m sure as hell not going to stop them.”
“How is the voting effecting the rank of these girls?” I ask while I watch one of the girls move a dildo from her pussy to her mouth then suck it down her throat.
“They’re definitely moving up. Check out this video. One of the guys is in the room and number fifty-two is sucking his cock!”
“What? Who the hell is that?”
“I don’t know. His face is out of the shot. But Grant and Malcolm have been taking the night shifts, so it’s gotta be one of them.”
“Are you gonna say something?”
“Nah, they aren’t hurting anyone. Let them have some fun. I don’t want to take away their bjs when we haven’t even paid them yet.”
“Well, if we don’t stop them, these stunts might give one or all of these girls a winning score, which would defeat the whole purpose of your audition.”
“Yeah, but we still have the power to vote for who we want to win. We can fudge the numbers or figure something else out. I’m not worried. But I want to see how this plays out. It’s fascinating.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna go get some coffee.” I walk toward the door, then pause for a moment. “How many of those ski masks do we have?”
“I picked up about ten. I wasn’t sure how many guys we’d have working with us. Why?”
“Nothing. I just had an idea.”
“What, you wanna sneak in there and watch your girlfriend strip?”
I walk out the door and close it without giving Kyle an answer. He’s right, though, and it pisses me off because he’s been doing that a lot lately.
After Kyle and I walk out of the gym I can’t even think straight. This is the second time I’ve watched Aubrey masturbate and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take without getting my hands on her. I couldn’t breathe with that damned ski mask, but I can’t catch my breath after I pull it off either.
I watch Aubrey twirl around that pole like some kind of fairy princess, with her eyes closed again and that beautiful smile of hers lighting her whole face up. As she removes each piece of clothing I get more and more hot, until sweat is practically dripping down my face.
But when she spreads her legs and touches her clit I have to grip one of the pieces of exercise equipment with both of my hands. I wind up squeezing it so goddamned tight it leaves deep indentations in my hands.
“Holy shit,” Kyle says as he shuts the office door. “That was intense.” I sit down at my desk and stare at my computer monitor, but can feel his eyes on me. “She is going to be hard to beat.”
I try to catch my breath and cool off, but as I think about what Kyle just said, I get the feeling that I’m not the only one that wants to win Aubrey. “You mean as far as the viewers are concerned, or as far as you are?”
“Both, I guess. That chick Zoe is looking like a prospect. Long hair, nice sized boobs, really pretty. I can’t wait to see how she does in the other events. I hope she’s not just here for the money. She’d look nice tied up on my bed. You’re so lucky, with Aubrey you already know that she’s a sub and she’s freaking hot as hell and holy shit can she dance. She is just…”
“She’s mine, Kyle.”
“I know, I know. I just…” Kyle isn’t looking at me. He’s fumbling around on his keyboard and avoiding my stare.
“Just what?” I ask. I try not to sound like a dick, but I’m pretty sure I do.
“Never mind. You gotta see these tweets. Some chicks that didn’t make the cut have been trashing us, but all it’s doing is bringing us more traffic … Hey,” Kyle says as he hits a few keys on his keyboard. “What the fuck? What the hell’s going on? The stats aren’t refreshing and I’m not getting the feed.” Kyle hits the same keys over and over, then goes completely white while he stares at the monitor. “Dude, the feed is down!”
“What?!”
“404 error on every page. The entire site is down.”
“Can you fix it?”
“I don’t know. I mean, putting the site up using a YouTube tutorial was about the extent of my web design knowledge. I don’t even know what to check. I know a little basic HTML but I sure as hell don’t know how to fix a broken website! And no site means no money coming in. The people who bought tokens can’t spend them or view the video clips.”
“Shit! Do any of the guys out there know about this kind of thing?”
“I have no idea, lemme go ask.”
“No, you stay here and keep working on getting it back up. I’ll go ask.” I run down the hall to the gym and open the door just enough to get the attention of one of the guys. “The whole freaking site is down,” I tell Josh as he pulls his mask off and walks toward me. “Do you have any idea how to get around on the backend of a website?”
“No. I don’t even use Facebook,” Josh says.
“Well, ask the other guys. We need to fix this now.”
“You want me to shut this event down?”
“Yeah, there’s no point in leaving the girls like that when we’re not even live. But send anyone who has even a shred of experience with computers into the office as soon as possible.”
“Will do.”
When I get back into the office Kyle is still hitting keys and staring at the monitor. “Any luck?”
“No!” he practically yells. I can see the panic in his eyes.
“Do you think it was the web host? Maybe they shut us down because they didn’t like we’re doing?”
“Dude, it’s on our own server. No one can shut us down. Someone had to have gotten in somehow. That’s the only thing I can figure.”
“What if it was Peterson?”
“Jesus. I didn’t even think of that?”
“Did you change the password when you created the site?” Total silence. “Kyle?”
He just stares at the monitor and doesn’t look up until we hear a knock at the door. “Yeah!” he yells.
“Hey, guys. I
got someone here who says they think they can help.”
“Well, send him in,” I say.
“Uh … it’s one of the chicks in the contest,” Josh says with a smile. Kyle and I look at each other and I shrug. “Well, I’m not putting that stupid mask on for this,” I say.
“Yeah, I don’t care if one of them sees who we are. I’m beyond worrying about my freaking identity right now.” Kyle says. “You can send her in.”
Josh opens the door and I freeze right where I’m standing when I see Aubrey in the doorway. I’m being my desk, which is in the center of the room facing the door, and all I can do is stand there and stare at her as she walks in. I see that she threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before she came over here, and she looks amazing.
I suddenly remember that during the audition she mentioned her background in computers and feel like a total asshole for assuming it would have had to have been one of the guys to help.
“I know you,” she says, staring intently into my eyes. “You were in my dad’s office that one time.”
I start to speak, but I’m still so shocked that she’s actually in the room that no words come out.
“Yeah, we’re both friends of your dad’s. I’m Kyle,” he says, walking towards her with his hand out. “I was there in the office that day too.”
Aubrey looks over at him and smiles. “You were the one talking over the speaker during the audition.” She takes his hand and shakes it, then looks back at me. “And you’re Graham,” she says, her eyes and sexy voice making me melt into a worthless heap right where I’m standing.
Aubrey
I cannot believe what I’m seeing. It’s him. The guy that was in my dad’s office. They guy with the eyes that have haunted me for the last few years. I don’t even understand how could be happening, how I’m here with him. My mind goes a hundred miles an hour as I wonder if he brought me here or if this is just some crazy coincidence.
He’s the one I want to give myself to.
Those dark eyes get closer to me as he walks across the room and puts his hand out. “Yes, I’m Graham. Thank you for offering to help us out. I remember now that you mentioned something about computers during your audition.”
“Yeah. I’ve been messing around with them since I was a kid.” I say, hoping I don’t still seem like a kid to him. “What’s the problem?”
“The whole site’s down,” Kyle says as he takes my arm and guides me around the desk. There’s something about him too, and it’s not just his voice. He has a commanding way about him. How he moves me to the desk, then hovers over me after I take a seat. I can smell something on him, but it’s not cologne. All I can think is he smells of pure manliness. They both do. They’re practically oozing with testosterone, and neither one of them is doing a single thing but stare at me.
I look at all of the monitors on the desk. One of them has a list of the girl’s names and I almost gasp when I see my name at the top. I quickly glance around at the other monitor, then down at a laptop in the middle of the desk. “Is this your c-panel?”
“Uh …” Kyle says as he stares at the laptop.
“The place where you designed the site?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s it,” he says with a sheepish grin. I gulp hard when I look up at him because his face is just inches away from mine, and my God is he sexy. I can see the stubble on his face and a few wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles. And then there’s the way his lips curve up at the corners.
“Don’t worry about it.” I say quietly. “Most people have no idea about any of this stuff.”
“Well, you can count both of us as those people.”
I look around the site a little while I try to calm down and focus. “So you don’t have any idea what happened?”
“No. We weren’t even in the room at the time.”
It was them in the gym. They were totally watching in there during my set.
“When we came back in it was like this.” Every time Kyle opens his mouth and that voice melts into my ear I feel a wave of tingles in between my legs. I look up and see that Graham’s eyes are burning into me and I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to concentrate on fixing this website with both of them in the room.
“Okay, let me look around and see what I can find. It could be an incompatible plugin or something simple like that.”
Of course, I’m fine being watched when I’m naked and playing with myself in front of a camera with thousands of people watching, but suddenly when I look up and see them both staring at me now I can barely keep my shit together. What the hell is wrong with me?
My head is spinning while I check out their site and all I can think about is Kyle’s voice in my ear. I remember now that there were two of them in the room that day when I was in my dad’s office. I was trying to talk to him about any other option for my future besides studying computers. Something I didn’t even need to take any more classes in anyway.
It was so frustrating because he was never able to see my side of things, or any other side but his own. And that’s how I wound up having to pay my own tuition. It blows my mind that he can’t see me as an individual. It seems like he figures he owns me for life because I’m his daughter.
I can’t help but glance up at them every few seconds while they stand across the room talking to each other. Their body language and the way they stand close to each other and the tone of their voices make it clear that they are incredibly comfortable with each other. I can’t hear what they’re saying but the way their words come out almost make them seem like an old married couple. Then I remember what Josh told Breanna and me, about how they’ve been friends for a really long time and do everything together. It makes me wonder if they’ve ever shared a woman.
Graham keeps looking over at me and I swear to God it is about to give me a heart attack. All I can think about is those eyes watching me masturbate during the audition and when I was doing my pole dance, and I can’t stop squirming in my seat. Between his eyes and the other guy’s voice and how incredibly sexy they both are, I’m just about dying. And then I wonder which one I am going to wind up fucking? If I’m at the top of the list, I have a pretty good chance of being at least one of the winners.
Where my mind goes next is somewhere it’s never been before. I picture myself in between the two of them, Graham in front with his eyes looking down into mine, and Kyle behind me, with his insanely sexy voice melting into my ear. I’ve never had sex with more than one guy at a time, but suddenly the thought of being caught between these two is making my brain completely short-circuit. I can’t believe how sick I am.
I’m incredibly relieved that fixing their website only takes me a few minutes. When it’s back up I sit back and wait for them to stop talking. While I watch them, I wonder how I wound up here and why I got an invitation sent to me privately. Yesterday when I was in line with the other girls, I overheard some of them talking about the link to the audition. I didn’t hear any of them mention that they received an invitation personally.
Graham is the first one to notice that I’m sitting there waiting for them. “How’s it going? Is it fixable?” When he asks about the site he furrows his eyebrows a little and, my God, even that’s sexy.
“It’s all fixed,” I say. “Someone disabled the site from inside the cPanel. If it wasn’t one of you, then I’d say someone else has the password.”
“Peterson,” Kyle says.
“Who’s Peterson?” I ask. I happened to open up some files when I was checking everything out, and I saw some spreadsheets with that name so I know he must have worked with these guys at some point.
“He used to be our partner,” Graham says to me. Then he looks over at Kyle. “Are you gonna change the password now?”
“I’m on it.” Kyle comes over to the desk and I get out of his way so he can sit down.
“Partner in what? Your consulting business?” Kyle looks surprised when I say that. I don’t know if I should pry, but I want to find out more about
these guys. And I want to know who invited me. I figure since I’m already here with them I might as well ask. “I saw the sign outside the building. Plus, I saw some of the other stuff on your server,” I say, somewhat apologetically.
Graham and Kyle exchange glances, then Kyle shrugs. “Yeah, we have a consulting business. Or we had one. The three of us started it about five years ago.”
“In this building?”
“Yeah, the three of us came up with the layout for the building. We wanted it to be a place where everyone would want to come to work. We put in the gym, and the cafeteria, and there are some awesome break rooms where people could take naps.” Kyle sounds wistful while he talks about the business.
“Wow, that makes sense. This place didn’t look like a porn studio to me at all. So what happened? Where are all the employees?”
“Well, Peterson stole every cent out of the company accounts and we haven’t heard from him for a couple weeks.” Graham says, his dark eyes becoming even more intense as he talks about this Peterson guy. “And we had no way to pay our employees so we let everyone go, except for the four guys you’ve been working with out there.”
“So this whole Daddy Games thing is way to get back some of your money?”
“Pretty much. Low overhead. Potentially high profit,” Kyle says as he refreshes the pages on each monitor. “Yes! It’s all back up! You are a total life saver, Aubrey.”
“No problem.” I’m trying to sound casual, but I’m secretly screaming inside. I love the fact that I single handedly saved these guy’s asses. “You wouldn’t believe this, but there’s a bunch of girls out there who think you guys are mixed in with the mob or are some big shot porn producers. And you’re just a couple of business dudes,” I say with a smile. I love the fact that they aren’t skeezy mobsters or porn guys. It suddenly makes everything about this game a thousand times more fun.
