"She has no idea," Michael held in a cackle.
"Of course, she doesn't. We haven't told her," Baron said, "Who is going to?"
"Not me," Skaris said.
"Me neither," Gold rejected me too.
"Definitely not me," Baron, my only hope, also showed no interest.
I wanted to burry my face in the pillow because this was so embarrassing.
It was supposed to be a win-win situation and it turned out that they didn't want a quickie from me at all.
They all looked at Vick, who stared at them with a raised brow.
"You are the head male, you should show the others how it's done," Moyu, who was laying closest to Vick's mattress, turned to face him and said, "Most of us has no idea what to do with her. She is too fragile and we don't want to hurt her."
"Romeo is more experienced with females than any of us combined," Vick got up, walking toward Moyu.
"I don't do quickies," Romeo declined the offer, sounding offended by it, "With me it's a long-term or no term."
Vick scoffed, expecting the answer.
Moyu looked up at Vick with a cold frown, "What?"
"You are awkward and shy, she is awkward and shy," Vick said, getting down on his knees, trapping his arms on both sides of Moyu's body. "She's definitely going to be too nervous to relax and enjoy it, I bet seeing another nervous person will help her unwind."
Moyu looked unsure and glanced at me as Vick's lips brushed against his jaw.
"It's for her sake," Vick whispered against his lips, prying them open with his tongue as his hand went down Moyu's chest, "Little Miss doesn't seem to like to be a center of attention, but I bet she's too nice to leave you suffer alone," he added with a grin, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.
Moyu frowned, his eyes were full of worry, as if he was scared of something. I was scared for him too.
Vick looked so intimidating above him, and if it was me, I wouldn't know how to stop him from doing whatever he wanted either.
Moyu then glared at the rest of owners as if daring them to watch, but he didn't move Vick away and didn't push him either, offering his body for Vick's pleasure to take.
The only one he didn't glare at was Madam, and she watched them both carefully, seemingly impressed that Vick knew exactly what to do to turn the most reluctant person in the group into a sacrificial lamb.
Not one. Two. I was even contemplating taking Moyu's place to spare him the trouble he was going through for me.
I was about to look away and pretend I wasn't interested, to help Moyu feel less awkward when I heard rustling of clothes from all over the tent.
The owners removed their clothes, their scent becoming even stronger, filling the air and fogging my brain.
It wad much easier to follow their lead than taking the initiative, so I quickly undressed too, hoping it would take some attention away from Moyu.
He always tried his hardest to please, only to end up being embarrassed for trying too hard.
I peeked here and there, not keeping my gaze in one place for too long.