Fred

"Alexis," I muttered, raking my hands through her hair.

She looked up at me, smiling a very discreet smile. I pushed her head forward, leaning my head back with an audible sigh.

After a few seconds of absolute euphoria, I looked down at her to make sure everything was okay. I lifted an eyebrow, parting my lips as she gagged on my length.

"S-sorry," she muttered, sniffling.

I shook my head, grabbing a handful of her hair. "That was hot."

She smiled up at me, finishing me off with one last stroke of her tongue. I leaned against the kitchen counter, groaning as I rode out the more than intense orgasm she'd provided me with already.

"You just don't quit, do you?" I asked, smiling down at her.

She wiped the corner of her mouth, standing up. She pressed a kiss to my cheek before letting out a sigh. "The bacon, Fred."

"Oh, shit," I said, spinning around to face the food that was cooking, well, burning.

I pulled my slacks up, watching as Alexis handled the situation with patience. I buckled my belt and lifted an eyebrow. "Since when are you patient when it comes to bacon?"

She looked over at me. "Very funny."

I pressed a kiss to her temple. "Thank you for that."

"Hey, what else am I around for?" She asked, smiling back at me.

I wrapped my hand around her neck, smiling against her cheek. "Sorry I burnt the bacon."

"It's all your fault," she whispered, "you know, since I was in charge of cooking and you manipulated me into giving you head by just walking in-"

I silenced her with a kiss, smiling against her lips. I pulled away from her, my lips only centimeters away from hers as I slipped my hand into her shorts.

She let out a sigh, leaning her head back against my chest. She dropped the spatula, sucking in a breath when it landed on the counter. "Shit."

I chuckled, pulling my hand out of her shorts. "No more distractions from cooking."

She nodded, bracing her palms on the counter. "Right. No more distractions."

"Hey, guess what?" I began, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Hmm?" She asked, pulling the pan of bacon off of the stove.

"I booked you a massage for tonight," I said, grinning as I leaned forward on the counter.

"Really?" She asked, obviously excited about it.

"Mm hmm," I said, "with the most renowned masseuse in Chicago."

She knitted her brows together, smiling. "Yeah?"

I nodded, taking another sip of my coffee. "His name's Fred King."

She giggled, biting down on her lip. "And what does this massage consist of?"

"Oh, it's full body," I said, nodding, "he has the best oils you'll ever feel. I think he ordered them off of a really prestigious website a few weeks ago, if I'm not mistaken."

She smiled, tilting her head over. "And what does this full body massage include?"

"Oh, you know," I said, grinning, "legs, ass, back, arms, stomach, pleasure spots."

Her smile faded, and instead, her lips parted. She dropped the spatula yet again, earning a chuckle from me.

She giggled, covering her face with her hands. "Sorry. My mind wandered. I've heard this masseuse is really hot."

"I've heard he's packing eight inches," I whispered, shrugging, "and his hands, they're just magic."

She twiddled her thumbs in front of her stomach, biting down on her bottom lip. "Screw breakfast and getting to work on time."

I grinned, catching her as soon as she launched herself at me.

~*~

Lena

"So you two really can't keep your hands off of each other?"

I took a sip of my water, lifting my eyebrows as Logan and Amanda continued, somehow classily, sucking one another's face off.

I nodded. "Nice."

I rested my chin in my hands, patiently awaiting Jo's arrival. It was a bit awkward just watching the pair in front of me.

I turned around, smiling when I saw Josiah walking towards us.

"You felt me?" He asked, grinning.

I stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Of course. Hi."

"Hi," he said, pressing a kiss to my lips. I pulled away from him, looking up at him with a smile.

That kiss did not have an innocent meaning behind it.

He reached beneath my dress, gripping my backside. "Have a good day?"

I bit down on my bottom lip, pressing a hand against his chest. "Y-yeah. You?"

"Long," he said, pulling out my chair. I sat down and he sat next to me, shrugging out of his jacket.

"Oh, hey, Jo," Logan greeted.

"Didn't think you'd have the chance to even take a breath, let alone say hi," Jo teased, rolling up his sleeves.

I bit down on my lip as I watched him, letting out a sigh. I cleared my throat and refocused my attention.

I shot Amanda an awkward smile. Not only had she once hooked up with my husband, but now, she was with my brother. It was definitely an odd feeling.

"Do you like your Neverfull bag?" She asked, rubbing the back of her neck. She was obviously desperate to make conversation.

"I do, yeah," I said, "it fits everything. I have to dig through it all the time."

She smiled, nodding. "My Sac Du Jour is the perfect size. You should really get one."

"I have one, actually," I said, "it sits in one of the compartments in our closet. I just admire it."

She smiled, taking a sip of her wine. I cleared my throat and smiled, looking over at Jo. He and Logan were obviously tuning our awkward girl talk out as they looked through the lengthy menu.

"What were you thinking about getting?" I quietly asked, resting my chin in my palm as I looked over at Jo.

"Literally anything," he muttered, "I'd eat grass right now."

I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry you had a long day."

He gripped my thigh, rubbing my skin with his thumb. "It's not your fault."

I gently rubbed his arm, looking at Logan and Amanda just to find the two going at it, again.

"I'm not even going to tell them that they're getting glares," Jo said, smiling over at me.

"I don't really think they care," I giggled, taking a sip of my wine.

"So," he began, rubbing his jaw, "what position tonight?"

My eyes went round, making me hurry and swallow my wine before I choked on it. "I'm sorry?"

"And where?" He asked, leaning forward on the table, "I was thinking somewhere exciting. Maybe someplace that we could be seen."

Logan cleared his throat, pulling away from Amanda. "Alright, you've made your point, you piece of shit."

Jo chuckled, winking over at me.

I smiled, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. The thought of what Jo was mentioning had gotten me far too excited.

He rubbed my thigh, looking over at me. He leaned closer, hiking my dress up a bit. "I wasn't just making a point, by the way."

~*~

Alexis

I kicked the door shut, blowing the pesky chunk of hair away from my eyes. I dropped my purse and let out a heavy sigh, placing my hands on my hips.

I stepped out of my heels and grabbed my purse, walking through the empty foyer. "Freddy?"

I bit down on my bottom lip, walking into the living area. I couldn't help the huge smile that stretched across my face.

"Bienvenido al spa de Freddy," Fred grinned, earning a giggle from me.

"You got a massage table? Are you kidding me?"

He chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "Hi."

"Hi," I greeted, giggling as he pressed a kiss to my lips.

"Are you as excited as I am?" He asked, leaning on the table.

"I don't know," I said, smiling as I shrugged out of my jacket.

"Look at this," he said, rolling a cart around the side of the table. He picked up two bottles of the mystery liquid.

"These are all oils."

"Wow," I said, nodding as I admired the array of massage oils lining the rows of the cart.

"Alright," he said, "wore grey sweatpants, just for you."

I grinned, biting down on my bottom lip. "The best thing a masseuse could possibly wear."

"Well, you have to bare it all," he said, "now, you're comfortable with that, yeah?"

I looked up at him, flattening my palms against his abdomen. "I think I'll adjust," I whispered, nodding.

He knelt down, grabbing the sides of my jeans. He looked up at me as he pulled them down my legs, making me step out of them.

"Is this usual protocol?" I asked, "for the masseuse to undress their client?"

"You're a valued customer," he whispered, winking.

I bit down on my bottom lip, my heart rate increasing. He stood upright and unbuttoned my shirt, making me shrug out of it as soon as he was done.

"I've never had a client wear such a risqué lingerie set," he muttered, palming my hip, "this isn't your first rodeo, is it?"

I eliminated the space between us. "Actually, it is. Do you think you could show me the ropes?"

He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, skillfully unclipping my bra with one hand. I let it fall off of me, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I thought you kept it strictly professional with your clients?" I asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Certain clients make that very hard to do," he muttered, palming my backside.

He boosted me up into his arms, placing me on the table. I smiled and fell on my back, raking my hands through my hair.

"Do I need to take them off?" I asked, gripping the sides of my underwear.

"Mm mm," he muttered, grabbing a bottle of oil, "I'll take care of that when the time comes."

I giggled when the warm liquid hit my stomach, looking down at it. "That feels nice."

He began spreading the oil across my body, focusing on my legs. I let out a moan, covering my bare chest with my hands. "Baby."

He rubbed the insides of my thighs, his eyes fixated on mine. "How's the service so far?"

"Well, the masseuse is a tease," I sighed.

He wasted no time in slipping two fingers inside of me, tilting his head over. "Yeah?"

"Oh, my God," I breathed, "yeah."

He grabbed the sides of my underwear, pulling them down the length of my legs. He threw them to the side, parting my legs for me.

"F- oh, my God!"

He dove down between my legs, pulling my hips closer to his mouth. I let out a loud moan, looking down at him. "God, I didn't know this spa offered this."

He chuckled, looking up at me as he worked me over with his skilled tongue. It'd honestly felt like ages since I'd gotten this kind of pleasure.

I arched my back, biting down on my bottom lip to suppress the moans biting at me. I plunged my fingers through my hair, unable to stay quiet. One of Fred King's greatest talents was working a woman over with his tongue.

"Fred," I breathed out, my breathing heavy as he slipped two fingers inside of me.

I flattened my palms against the cushiony table beneath me, trying to steady out my breathing. I soon realized that was impossible, and I felt an orgasm inching closer and closer.

"Baby, don't stop," I whispered, holding his head against me. I parted my lips, holding his head in that very position as I shot up from the table with an intense orgasm.

I let go of him, falling on my back, yet again. "Wow."

He stood up, dipping his fingers inside his mouth. I looked up at him as he hovered above me, chewing on the inside of my lip.

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips, wrapping his hand around my neck. "Now what are we going to call me during this mindblowing sex we're about to have?"

He tilted his head over, a grin on his face as he awaited my answer.

I pulled him closer to me, smiling against his lips. "Daddy."

*PLEASE READ NOTE*

~*~

hi guys!

just going to go RIGHT into it - usually my notes are very fun and quite frankly, me being goofy. this note will be far more serious than any others you've seen from me.

we all know what's happening in the world currently. here's a quick briefing: a cop kneeled on a black man's, whose name was George Floyd, neck for 8 and 1/2 minutes and George Floyd died soon after. George Floyd was simply in a grocery store, minding his business and going about his day, keep in mind. this was ruled as an "accident," and the cop was charged with third degree murder. he is being held in protective custody, because he is a white man, and continuously protected by the corrupt system the US ever so ignorantly boasts.

George Floyd's murder was one of thousands. one of millions, probably. and George Floyd's murder was in fact the last straw.

we have seen too much injustice towards black people for hundreds of years. 400 years of systematic discrimination and oppression. let that sink in.

i am a WHITE WOMAN. i know my privilege. i will never have to worry, or even think about any of the things that black people have to wake up and fear every single day.

so im here to say, and im here to say it loudly- BLACK LIVES MATTER. black lives matter every second of every fucking day. and before someone jumps in with an "all lives matter" comment, remember - for ALL lives to matter, BLACK lives must matter.

so, with all of that being said, i want to use the platform ive been blessed with in a good way. i want to spread the word, i want to raise awareness about a topic i am so proudly passionate about!

below is a list of links that you can donate to, petitions you can sign, or anything you can do to help. anything you can do to support the black lives matter movement.

1) blacklivesmatters.carrd.co
(has a ton of links to petitions and donations!)
2) change.org "Justice for George Floyd"
3) justiceforbigfloyd.com
4) go.theactionpac.com "Stand with Breonna"
5) change.org "Julius Jones is innocent. Don't let him be executed by the state of Oklahoma."
6) text "JUSTICE" to 668366
7) text "FLOYD" to 55156

(im so sorry, i couldn't copy and paste links for some reason! i did the best i could with my resources 😔)

please comment any more petitions or ANYTHING you've got to offer in the comments! i know those weren't a lot, and i apologize.

THANK YOU GUYS for giving me this platform to speak my voice on. thank you guys so much. i love you all.

#BLACKLIVESMATTER