Page 4 of Enjoying the Ride
Trek
“Why the hell don’t women eat any more?”I rumble, tossing yet photograph to the side with a look of disgust.“Who the fuck decided it was sexy to look malnourished?”
Next to me, my buddy, Narax, chuckles.“Let’s add overdone plastic surgery to the list.Check out this chick—she’s barely out of her teens and she’s clearly had multiple procedures done.No one’s cheekbones are supposed to be that high.”
I cock my eyebrow as I stare at the photo.“Or lips that puff out like a blowfish.I think it’s pretty obvious that this girl goes solidly in the ‘no’ pile,” I instruct Narax.
Narax stares, squinting, at the photo.
“I don’t know.Those lips could look sexy sucking my dick.”
I grunt with disgust.
“Asshole.Get rid of it.”
With a chuckle, he obliges and tosses the photo into the reject pile, along with at least fifty others.
“How much longer until we can take a break and get some dinner?”our other brother, Kixson, whines.“All of these skinny women make me want to eat something huge and fatty.Burgers.Or New York pizza.Or both.”
Narax chuckles and tosses a file at our brother.“Offer this applicant some of your dinner while you’re at it.”
Kixson groans as he examines the pic clipped to the paperwork.He holds it up so that I can look at it from across the table.
“Come on, Trek, Ihaveto eat, for both our sakes.”
I growl in warning.Kixson sits up a little straighter, but it doesn’t stop the young man from smirking.
“We’ve been in New York for less than 24 hours,” I remind my friends.“We have shit to get through.This is business, not pleasure.”
Kixson and Narax exchange glances, but bow their heads in obedience.After all, I’m in charge here.As the alpha of our community, I lead and they listen.I continue speaking, my voice more neutral now that they’re no longer whining like babies.“We’ve already selected eight contestants.We just need two more and we can be done with this round of recruitment,” I explain.“So stop playing and focus.”
“Fine,” Kixson grumbles, returning to his own stack of applicant files.“Goddamn, I’m so hungry.”
These assholes are like children, I grimace to myself silently.Fuck it, who made me babysitter?
After all, it’s not their fault they have no manners.Kixson and Narax are relatively new to the wider world.They haven’t left Mirago in years, and neither of them has ever gone as far as NYC.The city is exciting for them, and I can’t fault them for their desire to get out and spread their seed.
At the same time, the two men need to learn discipline.It’s easy to manage expectations within our own community.But when surrounded by the never-ceasing distractions of city life, I know that Narax and Kixson might lose their minds.
Of course, I don’t prohibit the men I bring with me to the mainland from indulging altogether, but this trip isn’t just about pleasure.And I need these two assholes to get this detail through their thick skulls.
“What about this one?”Narax interrupts.He slides an open file across the table, and I catch it in my hands.I nod slowly, taking in the details in the photo before I skim the applicant’s information.
“She’s pretty,” I muse, taking in the blonde’s full curves and soft, sweet face.
“She’s fucking hot,” Kixson interjects, leaning over my shoulder to take in the girl’s photos more closely.“I’d like to know what her pussy feels like.”
I grunt, but Kix has a point.After all, this isn’t some mundane business trip where we hold meetings in conference rooms while pressing the flesh with faceless businessmen.No, this trip is about procurement.And while procurement is a beast in and of itself, it’s proving to be an even more challenging endeavor than usual this time around.
After all, the men of Mirago have needs.We can’t live like monks on our isolated island, and as a result, we need to procure women—sexy, full-bodied ladies—who can satisfy our physical cravings.
Which includes being able to take our knots, I muse as I examine a picture of a twiggy brunette.She’d snap before I got my dick halfway in her cunt.
I scowl, understanding my brothers’ frustration with the recruitment process but certain that everything will work out.
It always has, and it always will.
Because it has to.
