(Subplot) Flirting with Wayne

Chantelle played with the paper as it had been a while since she had got a man’s number. She smiled as she remembered his shirtless form and how engaging he was in trying to get to know Chantelle during the interview.

“Alright Mr. Bradbury…let’s have a little chat,” Chantelle said as she texted out a message.

Hello Mr. Superstar! This is Chantelle from Naked Mansion. I very much enjoyed meeting you and figured I would give you my number as well.

Chantelle found herself to be more nervous than usual since the last man she was really close to was a psycho that controlled an organization of naked brainwashed women.

Well hello again Ms. Chantelle! I’m happy you reached out to me and the pleasure was all mine to meet you today. When do you think I could see you again? Maybe later today?

Chantelle blushed as he was so upfront about setting another date but she liked a man in charge. Chantelle’s libido had changed since she had been cursed by Rebecca and fixed by the director. She had moments of **** horniness and had to excuse herself to masturbate privately (which really wasn’t private in Naked Mansion). It was a drawback from having broken the curse but it was still better than what Rebecca had put her through.

I’m free at the moment. Did you want to hang out at Naked mansion? You have a bunch of naked groupies that would love to meet you and I can show you off as well…

Chantelle could not believe she invited him but she had to be honest that seeing his erection through his shorts she would be lying if she didn’t want his dick inside her. It didn’t help that she had been naked in a room full of men that wanted probably nothing but to fuck her silly. Chantelle bit her lip as she envisioned the twenty or so players having their way with her. Chantelle shook off that thought as she got a text message.

I’ll be there :) just send me the address. Should I bring any of the guys?

Chantelle smirked and thought that might be a nice treat for the girls that may have been craving a male touch.

That’s fine as long as you are mine alone. Heres the address

Chantelle couldn’t believe she just typed that but she was growing more and more smitten with the prospect of being wrapped around his muscular body. Another text made her soaking wet:

I can guarantee that I only have eyes for you, sweetheart. I’ll bring some of my boys and we will see you soon.

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