Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Idris 89

I made so much money last night, I haven't even begun to count it but drunk celebrities tended to tip well especially when they were with someone they had no business being with and didn't want their spouse to know and I had no problem keeping that hush money to myself. It's not like I needed the money, I still had the money that Ishan had left behind, plus what I got from being in Brittany Hills, on top of what I made last night from working security for that party so in terms of money I was good. Really the only thing that I needed was to finish the job I start after that, maybe I could move on like K'Lynn was constantly telling me to do...... Speaking of K'Lynn, I needed to call her and set something up; I haven't seen her in a few days and I know she's probably going to cuss my ass out the second she picked up the phone. But I also needed to call Sir Michael, after what happened after the party last night... I just felt like we needed to talk and clear the air because I didn't want there to be any confusion; I laid in my bed and the memories from last night started to invade my thoughts and well.... after listening to my story, y'all will understand why my dick was getting hard.......

Sir Michael stumbled up the stairs to his apartment, damn near falling backwards until I caught him; I helped Sir Michael up the stairs and dug into his pockets for his keys.... that's when it started. As I was digging for his keys my hands kept touching his dick, we froze... our eyes met and I could see the desire in his eyes; I was tempted.... really fuckin tempted because it's been a while since I fucked someone I was interested in (Hassan didn't count, that was business) but Sir Michael.....

"They're right here....." Sir Michael said grabbing my right hand and guiding it to where his keys were, they were in a pocket on the inside of his jacket, and yet my left hand was still planted firmly on his dick. "You umm..... you wanna come inside?" Sir Michael asked and I nodded.

"You shouldn't drink on duty.... this was our first real gig and you were sloppy drunk. I said as Sir Michael fell onto the couch with a thud. "It was a good night though, I gotta admit I made more in tips than did our base pay...." I said we got 25k divided between Sir Michael, Avery, and myself so a little over 6k.... but my tips, man.....

"Well the boss wanted to drink, who am I to turn him down.... I didn't think I'd be drinking with professional alcoholics. But it was a good night.... we made money and got some more offers for some more events as personal security. You just gotta get out that damn house....." Sir Michael said looking at me.

"That's the plan...... Brittany Hills was never meant to be a long-term thing for me, it's just a means to an end until I can accomplish my goal." I said sitting next to him, our legs were touching and I was trying to figure out if it was getting hot in here or if my body temperature was skyrocketing because of this minimal contact.

"Can I give you some advice.... make up your mind." Sir Michael said looking at me. "I know your whole history with Diante and everything he did to your family..... you need to decide how you wanna handle it. Get revenge or choose forgiveness.... no one can make that decision but you. I know K'Lynn is probably is trying to talk you down and I get it.... but you're the one who has to live with your decision." Sir Michael said and I get what he was saying but.... "So what's on your mind?" Sir Michael asked.

"I really wanna kiss you right now...." I said suddenly. We sat there staring into each other's eyes for about ten seconds, in that time I was able to count my heartbeats, the number of times Sir blinked, the number of threads on the carpet...... Sir Michael smirked before leaning in slowly. The second our lips touched we were off to the races, Sir was on my lap, my hands we fumbling with his suit, and my dick was throbbing.

Finally, I managed to get Sir's jacket and shirt off, mine had been off for a while Sir was definitely better at this than I was but I wasn't complaining, his lips moved across my neck and chest while my hands moved across his ass. I sat there, Sir straddling my lap, I was rubbing his ass, and looking into his eyes.