Choosing Mr. Right (MANxMAN) [MAYBE MANxMANxMAN]

Chapter 1

"Zach!"

Sighing deeply, I turn around to face my sex god of a boss, Jace Sawyer . He towers over my 5'5 form with his height of 6'3. I stare into his icy, dark blue eyes as he brings a hand up to run through his semi- long blond tresses. My eyes quickly dart to his plump, pink lips when he takes his bottom lip between his perfect, white teeth. Slowly trailing my eyes across his broad shoulders and sexy abs - all visible because of the fact he had no shirt on, which was usual, but I'm not complaining. I stared at his deep V for at least a minute before letting my eyes move down to where his cock should be. I could faintly see the outline of it under the bar light behind me, and I must say, he was big, even when he was completely flaccid. My mind started to drift off into lala land as I stared straight at his clothed cock fantasizing about it being deep down my throat and me sucking and licking and nipping the tip softly, as I fondle his balls in my hands, pinching and squeezing softly until his hot, sticky, sweet cum fills my mouth and slides down my throat into my eager stomach....Thinking about him bending me over the couch and fucking me into oblivion, abusing my poor prostate, with that huge monster he calls a cock hidden within his jeans. Damn Jace...fuck me now..please...I want you so badly...

I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard a throat being cleared and I slowly, once again, trailed my eyes back up his sexy, lean body to meet his cold, hard stare. I smiled innocently at him and batted my eyelashes as if I didn't just get a raging erection thinking about having sex with my boss, who was right in front of me.

"Sir?"

Jace was into BDSM and although I'm not into the lifestyle myself, I still know the gist of it, and it seems cool, but I have both a dominate and submissive side, and I just can't give one up for the other. I studied his face, not missing his jaw clenching when I called him "Sir". I smirked internally, but I just kept up my innocent mask on the outside, waiting for him to respond.

"There's a special guest in Room 3, and that want you to go serve them" he said. I didn't miss how bitterly he spit out 'special guest', but I didn't speak on it because I was too busy frowning at his words.

"I'm a bartender. I work at the bar. Go get one of the people who get paid to "serve" the special guests because I'm not going. I get paid to serve drinks, not myself."

He looked shocked at first, but it quickly went away as fast as it came and anger was the only thing visible on his face. H e was so sexy when he was mad. His eyes got darker and his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, and hot damn did he look so yummy. If his anger wasn't directed at me, I'd comment on his sexiness at the moment, but I felt like it was inappropriate.

"Get up there now Zach. I am not playing games. The special guest offered to pay you 2 Gs every 30 minutes. Get your ass up there now and entertain them" He gritted out. He was clearly upset. Why? I don't know, but I did know that I better get my ass up those stairs before I got fired, and that was something I didn't want. I love this club with a passion, and it means a lot to me. Plus, I have a sexy boss named Jace Sawyer.

I looked at my co- bartender and best friend Christian and blew him a kiss winking, making him smile and shake his head before returning to his customer and giving them their drinks. The walk up the stairs to the private rooms was tense and awkward and I breathed a sigh of relief when we got to the designated room that the special special guest was in. Jace stood back as I knocked on the door and waited for a response. I looked down and shuffled on the balls of my feet, all of a sudden getting nervous.

Who was this special guest and why are they so special? Why did Jace seem so upset asking me to do this. Furthermore, why did he seem so upset talking about this special guest person? These questions and many more raced through my mind as I waited for the special guest to open the door. I was slightly nervous because Jace never specified if the special guest was a man or a woman. I'm bisexual so I really don't care, but the thought of not knowing excited me, even though I'm a 50/50 person with surprises. Sometimes I absolutely hate them, other times I love them. This is one of those times where I feel like I'll love the surprise.

My theory was proved right when the door opened. My head snapped up quickly and I was meet with the enticing green- gray eyes of the man before me. His gaze was powerful and intimidating and his height only made him even more intimidating. He was taller than Jace.

His cold, blank eyes burrowed into my soul, staring me down until I snapped my eyes down to look at his body. He's more muscular than Jace. He has some sexy, hard nipples that I just want to suck on all day....I love nipples...but his abs were what really caught my eye. He had an eight-pack. I internally moaned at the thought of running my fingers across his sexy, defined chest. His sexy, gruff voice interrupted my thoughts when he spoke all of a sudden.

"This is the whore I requested?" He snorted, offending me even more because his words were hurtful. Whore. The word brought back painful memories, but I masked it with my anger, which wasn't hard because I was livid. "Take him somewhere else", he waved his hand dismissively. "I might contract something and I don't have time for any of that bullshit."

My jaw clenched tightly as I tried to control myself and take this "L", but I just couldn't. He didn't know a damn thing about me and he goes on judging me without even saying two words to me. I wanted to kill the bastard where he stood.

"Who in the blue fuck do you think you are? Requesting me and then dismissing me as soon as you open the door. I don't recall fucking you, and leaving in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. I'm not some piece of meat that you want and then throw away as soon as you see it. And sadly enough, I thought you were sexy as hell and that sex with you was gonna be great. Guess I was wrong. I came up here expecting to get fucked tonight, so I'm getting fucked." I admitted.

I was upset and horny. Not a good combination if you ask me. I looked up at the mysterious man. "You're not fucking me", I looked to Jace. "You can fuck me, if you want. But...I want Chris buried balls deep inside of my tight, juicy ass tonight, so goodnight." I walked away, taking my shirt off as I went for the stairs, making sure to teasingly flex my muscles. Hopped onto the railing as if I were on a horse and looked over at the two burly men staring at me with cold, blank eyes, and winked at them before kicking off and sliding down the rail swinging my shirt above my head, and yelling to the crowd below*

"WHOO!! MY NAME IS ZACH BITCHES AND IT'S TIME TO FUCKING PARTY!!!!!!" The whole crowd erupted into cheers and shouts of agreement. I landed in a pile of people who quickly carried me to the bar, where I served drinks, danced on the counter, and partied with no worries, all night, completely forgetting about my first day of work the next day.

Please excuse any errors! This wasn't edited! >.<