The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Stuarts snorts his drink up his nose, and starts choking.

I feel Ross tense beside me. I can't even look at him.

"A python if I remember right," Tom grins, obviously enjoying winding him up.

"More like a fuckin' cobra from what I hear!" Denny chips in.

Smith starts laughing too, obviously in on this whole Ross the snake joke.

"Hey, I can't help it if I was blessed with a big dick, unlike you douchebags," Ross says, picking his beer up, quickly getting back in the game.

"Fuck off!" Tom says grabbing his crotch. "I'm well packed here, primed and ready to go."

It's a good job I'm not prudish in any way sitting here with these lot. Though talking about Ross and his snake is making me feel a little lightheaded. I wonder how big it actually is? I'm tempted to cast my gaze downwards at his crotch, but I hold of the urge, pinning my eyes up front and ahead.

"Hey, thinking about this," Toms adds, leaning his groin up against our table. "I'm feeling a theme coming on here, we've got, of course, me - hunky fuckin' Tom cat, Ross the snake there ... now we just need to figure something up for you three fuckers." He gestures to Denny, Stuart and Smith.

Denny lifts his head. "No fuckin' way man, leave me out of your weird animal fantasies."

"Ah shut up you miserable fucker! Denny? What rhymes with Denny?" he muses. "Ah man your name is shit! Nothing rhymes with it. We're gonna have to change it."

Denny climbs up over Stuart, then Smith, and jumps lithely to the floor. "Remind me why I'm friends with you again?" he asks Tom, patting his shoulder.

"Because I'm fuckin' awesome and I can get chicks to play with your dick."

I can't help but snort a laugh out at that one.

Ross slides me an amused glance. But all it manages to do is tighten my stomach into knots, and then I have the sudden urge to want to touch him.

"I'm off to piss," Denny laughs, shaking his head at Tom, he wanders off in the direction of the men's room

"You coming to pick up some skirts, dickhead?" Tom says directing a look at Ross, already sounding like it's a given he'll go.

I instantly tense. I don't want Ross going to pick girls up. The thought is curdling my insides.

Ross shakes his head, taking a drink of his beer. "No, I'm good here."

Tom looks at him like he's grown another head. Even Stuart gives him a surprised stare.

I relax in my seat.

"Did they amputate your dick while you were in rehab? Or has Stuart finally managed to turn you?" Tom asks, laughing.

Turn him? Is Stuart gay?

It must be the expression on my face which causes Stuart to lean over to me and say, "I'm gay, honey."

"Ah right," I nod.

Makes sense. He's ridiculously beautiful and has the best taste in clothes.

Ross laughs, reaching forward he puts his beer down. "No, and no," he says answering Tom. "I've told you, I don't fuck the staff."

I'm 'the staff'. So he won't be fucking me then.

Thank God of course that he won't be trying it on with me. I know he wouldn't anyway because he doesn't see me that way, but it's just good to know Ross doesn't have sex with the few women who work for him. Just everyone else of course.