Chapter 11

“In between…there?” Rocco asked.

“I meant in between costume changes, but…yeah…all over. Get in all the cracks and crevices. And guess what,” Ridley whispered, checking to make sure they were the only two left in the changing room. “Bart not only had a fling with Anastasia, he was also with Mikolas awhile.”

Rocco tried to picture the blond grade-A Texan taking the sexy Czech’s cock down his throat. He envisioned Bart’s farmer tanned arms wrapped around Mikolas’s hips as his head bobbed to take it balls deep, and then imagined Bart’s red neck muscles tightening as Mikolas later forced his thickness past the rim of the bisexual cowboy’s lily white ass. “He told you that?”

“We were flirting—as part of the sting, of course.”

Rocco thought his partner doth protest too much.