Chapter 30 My Boss And I (2)
My boss was a mancho. A man with complete, dark, and intense taste. His house was the color of humus soil, exquisite in an old fashioned. Mr. Tesla led me through each room and I followed like a lamb to the slaughter.
"Will you love to eat, shower, and take a rest first? We can begin business later." Mr. Tesla turned to me.
"Business? I do not understand," I rasped, my gaze flipping repeatedly to the romantic chandeliers.
Mr. Tesla gave a sexy grin. Walked closer to me and tilted my chin. He was taller, broader, and more tanned.
"You are not a woman that I should give a detailed explanation to, are you?" He grabbed my phallus and pressed it softly until he felt it harden in his hand.
I purely hated myself for going hard. Mr. Tesla was a fine man, with dark wavy curls for a man his age - boyish eyes and full lips. He was in his middle forties. How could he be interested in a guy like me?
I suppressed the groan fighting to escape me. Squinting my eyes to hold myself in place. "No, sir. I'm not a woman," I muttered.
"Good," he said, stroking the length of me before leaning in to take my lips.
His lips were hard, fierce, and demanding. While one hand held my rod, the other hung to my head. His mouth continued to plunge my mouth, forcing my lips to part. With one squidgy slosh of his tongue, he found my tongue. That pure act triggered a moan from me.
Never have I been kissed by a man!
Never have I been turned to jelly by a mere kiss - from a man!
Don't blame me. I've had countless kisses with the opposite sex but they were not as thrilling as the present occasion. Tearing down my spine would be an understatement, was I truly a straight man? I began to doubt my sexuality.
Instinctively, my hands rose to cling to Mr. Tesla while his mouth savaged my mouth. Finally, he withdrew his mouth but never his hands.
"Jonah, I've been watching you. You arouse every goddamn sweetness in me. I want to sign a contract with you, you'll be my boyfriend," he explained.
Reality hit me like a rock to my face. My face bleached white then reddened with much intensity. I gulped, pushed his hand away, and stepped back from him. He watched me, dumbfounded by my reaction.
"This is all wrong, Mr. Tesla. I do have a girlfriend and I love her," I spilled.
He watched me intently, arched one of his thick brows, and smiled. "Do you know, if I ask your girlfriend to come over here, pay her to fuck someone else while we both watch without revealing our faces, she would agree to it?"
"Hilary would never agree to it!" My heart tightened at the prospect.
"Hilary would never agree to such a thing!" I vouched.
Tesla smirked. He was getting irritated by my responses to him now. "Do you want to place a bet?" His voice was stern and firm.
I should never have said so, but something cut through me. I needed to test Hilary's loyalty to me. I loved her so much to think of a future with her in it. She was everything I had ever wanted and loved with the whole of my being.
"I have nothing to place a bet with," I said.
"You do, Jonah. If she concedes to the act, you will be my boyfriend. If she doesn't, I won't ever bring this up ever again." He threw the bait.
That was a fair deal, I reasoned.
"But why the need for masks?" I asked Tesla.
"So, she wouldn't know that you're behind it," Mr. Tesla answered me.
I thought about it briefly then nodded to it. Hilary would bail me out of this mess. How could I be a sexual tool to my boss? That was the way I saw it.
Mr. Tesla collected Hilary's contact from me and dialed her number in my presence. The call went through.
"Hello, this is Mr. Dave Peter. I have a proposition for you, Miss Hilary Arnold," Tesla started.
My brows furrowed. Why was he using a fake name? But what caught my attention was the fact that he knew her name down to her surname. What more surprises do I need?
"I'm sorry, who do you say you are?" Hilary's tiny voice came on.
"I'm a videographer and a scripter. I enjoy trying out explicit scenes that are rather obscene. But your play to my script would attract a huge sum of money."
"Are you kidding me, who do you take me for? What the hell is this?" Hilary sounded pissed.
My lips curled up in a slow smile. I was winning this. Mr. Tesla looked up at me catching the glint of a smile on my face.
"But hold on a second, how did you get my contact?" Hilary asked.
"I'm aware you're a YouTuber with low views. I came across your number on your profile. I realized from one of your videos that you'd love to enter the acting world. I believe with a minor gig as mine, twill help settle any bill of yours," he pitched on.
"I'm no fool, Mr. Whosoever you think you are. How much are we talking about here?" She asked, stupefied.
"$10, 000," Mr. Tesla answered.
My head jerked up to meet Mr. Tesla. This was crazy. I heard a crazy scream from Hilary, she yelled out to her sister and the two began to murmur in the background.
"She'll do it," Flora, her sister chipped in.
"Hold on though, what role am I playing and where would this video be posted?" Hilary pushed on.
My heart stormed. What was happening? Hilary was sure as hell not considering this.
"We won't be posting it, Miss Hilary. It would only be added to my collection. As for your role, you will be making out with a young guy," Tesla eyed me with a slow smirk.
"I'll do it! When am I starting?" Hilary jumped at it while her sister danced around in the background
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My insides burned when I heard that. Hilary didn't stop to think about me for a second. She just hopped into it.
"I'll forward you the details of the location. Please, you're advised to come alone," Mr. Tesla put in.
His words seemed to have faded off into another realm. I was going to be Mr. Tesla's boyfriend.