Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Iggy laughed. “Kaye, you’re usually there when we bang groupies.” He glanced up and tapped his chin. “If I remember correctly, a few weeks ago you were getting eaten out by some chick while I had my dick tearing up her cunt.”
Kaye had two sides to her personality. Party girl Kaye that liked to have fun and pantsuit Kaye that gave off the appearance of being a boss. Out of everyone I knew, Kaye was the last person I wanted to step up to. The woman controlled four famous, fucked-up men without a sweat.
Kaye smirked and stepped closer to Iggy. “Partying and sex aren’t the problem. As long as it’s clean and quiet, everyone can have a grand old time. But the four of you are getting out of hand.”
“We haven’t even done anything,” Iggy said.
“And if I have anything to say about it, you won’t be,” Kaye replied.
I glanced at Kaye. “It’s innocent until proven guilty. You can’t put our asses in jail before we even commit a crime.”
Kaye laughed. “That you’re saying this makes me believe you’ll commit the crime.” Kaye waved her hands in the air. “You’re in a five-star hotel. This place is fifteen hundred a night. It’s not like I’ve put you into a five-by-five cell with a toilet in the corner.”
“You’ve cut off our pussy supply.” Iggy grabbed his dick with one hand while pointing to the chef’s knife in the butcher block. “Might as well grab that blade and neuter me, Kaye.”
I burst out laughing. That probably seemed like the end of the world for Iggy. I enjoyed fucking as much as he did, but I could’ve also gone without sex.
Kaye rolled her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic.”
“You know, when was the last time I busted a nut in my hand?” Iggy asked.
“Probably this morning when I found that girl basically passed out with your dick still lodged up in her throat. What did she take, ’cause that was a little wild? Who falls asleep with an eight-inch cock down their throat?”
Iggy stepped up to Kaye, rubbing up against her, and winked. “You’ve noticed. I'm flattered. You know, Kaye, I might change your mind about being a lesbian if you gave me a ride.”
She lifted her fist and pulled her arm back. “If you don’t want a broken fuckin’ nose, you better step back.”
Iggy put his hands up in the air and laughed. “I’m sayin’ if you wanna choke on a sausage instead of licking up clam, I’m your man.”
For a second I thought Kaye was going to sock him anyway for shits and giggles. I wouldn’t blame her. Iggy was a little brat that needed to be put in his place. To be honest, I was too, but I liked to mess with Lars, the band’s lead singer. He needed it because, like me, he got in his head so badly that he required to be shaken up.
Kaye turned to me. “I cannot believe I’m saying this, but monitor him.”
“Yes, I got him, but sort this shit out, Kaye, because I can’t keep Iggy in check for long.”
Kaye sauntered over to the modern glass coffee table and picked up the remote control. She flicked through the menu until she landed on what she was looking for. “It’s only for a couple of days. This should take care of Iggy’s problem.”
“Porn, Kaye,” Iggy said, a hint of outrage in his voice. “I’m a bona fide rock star. Not a twelve-year-old who gets excited by the first set of tits he’s ever seen.”
I slapped Iggy on the back. “Beggars can’t be choosers, and right now you’re a pauper, my friend.”
Kaye turned on her heel and walked toward the door. “I will check in with the two of you later, after I deal with my other two children and their new pet.”
“Jesus, porn,” Iggy mused. “That’s what my life has come down to, porn and my right hand.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. That was the beauty of Iggy. He brought a sense of wide-eyed wonder into my life. For someone who has never really had a carefree childhood, Iggy was an anomaly. He had this ability to create an environment that was so carefree and light that you couldn’t help but want to remain trapped in his orbit forever.
I stared at him from the corner of my eye as he flipped through the adult movies available to him. His face was so serious, as if picking the right skin flick could solve all the wonders of the universe.
“Oh, this one,” he said before he clicked the remote. “Twenty bucks for porn. I’m a dirty old man paying for it.” Iggy chuckled, eyes forming into saucers. “Yes, especially with this flick. I’m definitely a dirty old man.”
My gaze moved to the film titled Bisexual Cum Lovers Orgy.