My Balls

Mutual benefits

She introduced herself as Megan, one of the managers of the club. We all politely introduced ourselves trying our best to ignore the girl sucking and masturbating next to me. 

"We've just been going over the early takings from tonight and it looks like it would have been one of our most profitable nights ever." She looked directly at me and I felt a load stirring in my balls. It was insane how hot she was.

"Unfortunately you ate into a fairly significant chunk of that profit." She said matter of factly. "Not that we mind." She added quickly. "The legend and word of mouth alone will probably be worth it. Especially when people believe they can win the games." 

I was barely paying attention to what she'd been saying. I was fixated in examining every inch of that perfect body and face. However this last comment reached me. There it was, the games were designed not to be won. I must have come as something of an upset to them.

"For obvious reasons Mr Grant we would not like to see too many repeats of this evening." She began. "Now we could simply ban you or change the games, but the owners feel that might be a little short sighted." 

She glanced down at the head in my lap. The moans were beginning to get a little distracting. I could feel the tell tale heat in my balls but it had a lot less to do with the mouth in my lap than the woman standing in front of me.

"They've decided to make you an offer." This seemed intriguing. Because of the lips around my cock I couldn't trust myself to say anything, so I just nodded and waited for her to continue. "We'd like to pay you to stay away." I smiled, wondering where it would go from here. She rose and leaned across the table to slide a piece of paper toward me.

The action brought her closer and exhibited her glorious cleavage fully. Her glossy red lips wore a little pout and over her shoulder I could see her ass bent over beckoning. That was when pumped the brunettes mouth full.

I grunted and the head in my lap stopped in shock at the volume. She clearly tried to swallow some but most just gushed back down my shaft into my underwear. She lifted her head and was slapped in the face and chin by the next two gouts of juice. 

The sound she made sharply increased and I'm pretty sure she came. She continued to lick at me for a bit then sat up and wiped her chin. There was come all over her face and shirt. "Wow!" was all she said.

The rest of the table just watched the spectacle in silence. Megan didn't appear to bothered. Astonishingly the third groupie still wanted a go. Once again they shuffled places and suddenly there was a third head in my lap. 

My cock was soft and it took her a lot of work to get it hard once more. I really thought it was a fruitless endeavour, but then I glanced at Megan again and it wasn't.

With the interruption over, she forged on undeterred. "That's the same deal as we offer DJ's who we contract for casual shifts." She continued. 

"We would put you on as an employee and pay you a wage every week. We would pay you only on the understanding that you do not show up here." There she paused again. "We're able to do this because we can write off a large part of what we give to you as a business expense."

"How much?" Asked Alicia, getting right to the point. "We think four hundred dollars a week is quite reasonable." Megan responded flatly. "Are you joking?" Retorted Alicia 'He just took nine grand off you, and he can do that again." 

Megan looked at Alicia directly. "No he can not." She stated bluntly. "As I just said we could simply ban him or change the rules. There is nothing at all stopping us doing that except for bad marketing in the short term."

She looked back at me. "Four hundred per week is twenty thousand a year for doing nothing, Mr. Grant, and it's more than generous." The way she kept saying my name was making my cock strain in the girls mouth, against all reason she was making progress.