AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 358
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 358 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked quickly as I answered my phone and stepped away from the maintenance staff. We’d been going over the table arrangements that needed to be deployed in the VIP ballrooms for the next bookings and as usual, I had one useful staffer and two useless ones, so they were going to take twice as long to do the job and then I’d have to come in and fix the corners that got cut.
“Is it safe to talk?” Cattie asked me.
I smiled a little and crossed the ballroom so the guys were sure not to overhear me. “It is now,” I said quietly.
“Good morning, Master,” Cattie chuckled warmly.
“Mmm, Catherine,” I sighed.
“Still getting used to it?” she asked.
“Getting used to how it makes me feel all warm and hungry for you,” I murmured.
“Well, you didn’t have to go and say that,” Cattie laughed. “Now I’m all warm and hungry for you.”
“OK, horndog,” Cassidy said in the background of the call. “If I have to listen to one side of this conversation I’m going to get all horny, and you won’t like me when I’m horny.”
I snorted, and Cattie blew a raspberry at my fiancee and then came back to the phone. “I’m calling because we are asking your permission to take dirty photos for you, Tiger,” Cattie said. “The botanical gardens were super cool, but Cass thinks we’ll get some really good normal photos for our socials at the Neon graveyard, but if we get the chance to do something cheeky...”
Smiling, I looked down at my dress shoes and shook my head. The Neon Graveyard was a sort of museum that collected all the big old signs that were decommissioned throughout the history of Las Vegas - it was a cool spot, and even cooler at night if they turned the signs on. A clear summery day wouldn’t be quite as dramatic, but they’d still get good shots.
“I give you my permission,” I said quietly. “But only if there is an almost-zero chance of you two being caught or spotted. I don’t want anyone else getting to see what’s all mine, and I definitely don’t want you two getting into trouble without me.”
“Thank you, Tiger,” Cattie said. “I promise to keep Cassidy in check.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who decided I wanted to take titty pics today,” Cassidy complained in the background.
“Yeah, but of the two of us, who is more likely to get caught?” Cattie asked her.
“You, because it’s harder for you to cover back up, Miss Tits McGee,” Cassidy said.
“Excuse me,” Cattie retorted. “I prefer Lady Tits McGee, Ruler of the Tit-Witch Forest, First of Her Name.”
“Well, excuse me, Lady McGee,” Cassidy laughed.
“Do you two need me for anything else?” I asked, rolling my eyes at their antics even over the phone. I hoped to God they were in the car and not in public.
“No, Master,” Cattie said. “Thank you. Love you.”
“Love you too,” I said.
We hung up and I headed back over towards the maintenance guys.
“Love you too,” one of them chuckled, clearly having seen my mouth forming the words since he couldn’t have heard me.
“I know, cringe,” I said. “But your Mom likes me to be sweet to her after I spend the night at her place.”
“Oooooh,” both of the other maintenance workers crowed, slapping their thighs and laughing at their buddy.
“Hey, I’m just saying, we can’t take personal calls while at work,” the maintenance worker said, trying to defend himself and try not to chuckle as well.
“That’s why they pay me the moderately-OK bucks,” I said. “Now come on, let’s get this room set up.
“If I were to kill Jonas, would you help me bury the body in the desert?”
I looked up from my laptop in alarm, my office phone pinched between my ear and my shoulder. “That should be it for now, Lucy,” I said. “I appreciate you being so detail-oriented, I’m sure it will make this whole process run smoothly.”
Tracy, my fellow Event Manager, made a face somewhere between ‘Oh, fuck, didn’t realise you were on the phone’ and ‘Oh, fuck, a ‘detail-oriented’ client. RIP.’ She didn’t hesitate to come into my office and sit down in one of the chairs in my little meeting/presentation area where I could host clients without being stuck behind my desk.
“I look forward to hearing your plans and seeing the quote, Robert,” Mrs Lucy Drake said. And then she hung up.
I blew out a long breath and set the phone down. “OK,” I said. “Thanks for that.”
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