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Authors: Alexis Adaire
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nothing happens to those beautiful tits.”
As I feel myself flush, Drake catches me by surprise by abruptly changing the subject from my body.
“Allie, you may be the first woman who’s ever survived twenty minutes in a hot tub with the Hollywood Bad Boys Club.”
“The what ?” I ask. I have no recorder with me and am furiously trying to take mental notes of all this, despite my alcohol buzz and the serene feeling imparted by the hot bubbles coursing over my body. As I wait for a response, I realize how blissfully content I feel at this moment.
The explanation I get from Mason is that these four man-boys have formed what they call the Hollywood Bad Boys Club, and have all vowed to remain bachelors.
When I ask why they want to remain single, there’s talk about career and wanting to be certain and how they have time for that later when they’re older. It’s Manning himself who divulges the real reason, though: “Forgive my honesty, but there’s just way too much ridiculously fine pussy in this town, and we don’t want to stop until we’ve had it all.” A glance at their faces confirms it. Manning raises his glass and says, “Here’s to perpetual bachelorhood!”
“And perpetual pussy,” I say, lifting my glass while adding, “for those who are into that.” They all laugh, then raises their glasses to toast.
When I turn back to Manning, he’s giving me a look that clearly says, “… and you’re next.”
I hold his gaze while say to the others, “Tell me something about Drake that I probably don’t know.”
Manning smirks at me, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Beads of water have formed on his face and he’s looking at me like he’d love to fuck me right here and now. I feel my stomach tighten as I refuse to look away until I can no longer stand the tension.
The men tell story after story and before long, a fuller picture of Manning emerges. He’s definitely a player – they all are – but I already knew that about him. I learn about other aspects of him, with each of the men revealing something new, peeling back the layers of the onion little by little.
Link talks about how Manning volunteers his time at the Special Olympics every year, and Marcus discloses that he knows he can always count on Manning to help him with any charity event, often with no advance warning.
“If he’s not on location, he’ll be there,” Marcus says.
Mason decides it’s time to interrupt. “Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let’s not get carried away praising this asshole. Don’t forget the bumblebee thing.”
“Shut up, Mason,” Manning says. “She doesn’t need to know about that.”
Well, now I have to know. “What? Tell me!”
Mason waves off Manning’s glare and explains. “Drake is terrified of bumblebees. It’s like a true phobia for him. If he sees one anywhere near him, he shrieks like a little girl.”
They’re all laughing now as I turn back to Manning. He nods his head. “It’s true. I got stung by one when I was a little kid and I’ve despised those little fuckers ever since.”
This is all great stuff, and I’m pretty sure I can still meet with Manning at another time to ask him the specific questions I have, since it would be rude to attempt to resume the actual interview with his friends around. The men drink bourbon as they talk, but I go easy with mine in an attempt to keep my wits.
At one point, Mason, who I’ve learned helped to arrange the interview for the Times Magazine, says, “I have to take a leak,” and suddenly climbs out of the hot tub. I’m stunned to see that he’s naked, his cock on full display as he unashamedly walks to the pool house.
I try not to look shocked as I turn to the others. “Please tell me I’m not in a hot tub with four naked men,” I say, half joking and half alarmed. I don’t feel unsafe at all, but I’m not really crazy about the idea either. Without warning, Link stands and steps up on the first step. His huge
As I feel myself flush, Drake catches me by surprise by abruptly changing the subject from my body.
“Allie, you may be the first woman who’s ever survived twenty minutes in a hot tub with the Hollywood Bad Boys Club.”
“The what ?” I ask. I have no recorder with me and am furiously trying to take mental notes of all this, despite my alcohol buzz and the serene feeling imparted by the hot bubbles coursing over my body. As I wait for a response, I realize how blissfully content I feel at this moment.
The explanation I get from Mason is that these four man-boys have formed what they call the Hollywood Bad Boys Club, and have all vowed to remain bachelors.
When I ask why they want to remain single, there’s talk about career and wanting to be certain and how they have time for that later when they’re older. It’s Manning himself who divulges the real reason, though: “Forgive my honesty, but there’s just way too much ridiculously fine pussy in this town, and we don’t want to stop until we’ve had it all.” A glance at their faces confirms it. Manning raises his glass and says, “Here’s to perpetual bachelorhood!”
“And perpetual pussy,” I say, lifting my glass while adding, “for those who are into that.” They all laugh, then raises their glasses to toast.
When I turn back to Manning, he’s giving me a look that clearly says, “… and you’re next.”
I hold his gaze while say to the others, “Tell me something about Drake that I probably don’t know.”
Manning smirks at me, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Beads of water have formed on his face and he’s looking at me like he’d love to fuck me right here and now. I feel my stomach tighten as I refuse to look away until I can no longer stand the tension.
The men tell story after story and before long, a fuller picture of Manning emerges. He’s definitely a player – they all are – but I already knew that about him. I learn about other aspects of him, with each of the men revealing something new, peeling back the layers of the onion little by little.
Link talks about how Manning volunteers his time at the Special Olympics every year, and Marcus discloses that he knows he can always count on Manning to help him with any charity event, often with no advance warning.
“If he’s not on location, he’ll be there,” Marcus says.
Mason decides it’s time to interrupt. “Wait a minute, wait a minute. Let’s not get carried away praising this asshole. Don’t forget the bumblebee thing.”
“Shut up, Mason,” Manning says. “She doesn’t need to know about that.”
Well, now I have to know. “What? Tell me!”
Mason waves off Manning’s glare and explains. “Drake is terrified of bumblebees. It’s like a true phobia for him. If he sees one anywhere near him, he shrieks like a little girl.”
They’re all laughing now as I turn back to Manning. He nods his head. “It’s true. I got stung by one when I was a little kid and I’ve despised those little fuckers ever since.”
This is all great stuff, and I’m pretty sure I can still meet with Manning at another time to ask him the specific questions I have, since it would be rude to attempt to resume the actual interview with his friends around. The men drink bourbon as they talk, but I go easy with mine in an attempt to keep my wits.
At one point, Mason, who I’ve learned helped to arrange the interview for the Times Magazine, says, “I have to take a leak,” and suddenly climbs out of the hot tub. I’m stunned to see that he’s naked, his cock on full display as he unashamedly walks to the pool house.
I try not to look shocked as I turn to the others. “Please tell me I’m not in a hot tub with four naked men,” I say, half joking and half alarmed. I don’t feel unsafe at all, but I’m not really crazy about the idea either. Without warning, Link stands and steps up on the first step. His huge
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