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Deal Breaker

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“How are you feeling?” Lauren asked.

Patty nodded. “Fine.”

“Still wanna do this?”


“What’s your safeword?”

“Deal breaker.” He’d come up with it a few nights ago while thinking about how today was gonna go.

Lauren patted his ass. “Good.”

“One more test before we go in,” Jarrod suggested, holding his phone up.

“Okay,” Patty agreed.

Lauren took her phone out, opening the app.

Feeling the vibrator against his prostate shudder to life, Patty groaned and leaned back against the stone counter. He’d thought the bathroom was over the top expensive when they came in, but he was grateful for the stability now.

“Yours is working, Lauren,” he breathed.

“What about mine?”

Jarrod’s vibe, taped to the head of Patty’s dick, gave a shiver.

Fuck. Yeah, yours too.”

Both vibrators stilled.

“You better have more self control in there,” Jarrod warned, “We’re going for cute and desperate, not slutty.”

“Slutty could work if he lets me suck his dick for the deal,” Patty reasoned.

“God, we are not signing to these people,” Lauren replied, “They fuck all their bands over, even the ones that would easily sell out arenas with any other label.”

“I’m kidding,” Patty assured her, “But if he’s pretty and he asks, I will let him use my mouth.”

“Of course you will,” Jarrod said with an eye roll, “We ready to go?”

Lauren nodded.

“Yup,” Patty agreed.

Jarrod led the way out of the bathroom, freezing in the hallway. “Uh...”

“This way, please.”

Who was that?

Jarrod glanced back at Patty, eyes wide. He straightened up and cleared his throat, nodding for him and Lauren to follow him.

“Lisa, right?” Jarrod asked conversationally as they emerged.

A woman was waiting for them outside, smiling intensely, the way one might smile at a three year old showing off a dead bug they found. “That’s right.” She turned and started walking.

Jarrod subtly pulled Patty in front of him, probably so that he could watch how stiffly he walked, trying not to jostle either vibe so he wouldn’t end up shaking Mr Dang’s hand with half a boner. Thank god for black skinny jeans.

“Does she know who we are?” he heard Lauren whisper.

“Either that or she’s taking us to security,” Jarrod murmured back.

Lisa led them to an elevator, smiling at them as they got in.

Patty glanced at Lauren and Jarrod, wondering if they’d take the opportunity to start early. As the lift started its journey up, he braced himself for an attack on his dick. Lauren would probably wait, but Jarrod liked to play with him.

The lift came to a stop, the doors opened and Patty exhaled in relief, but found it short lived as the expectation of Jarrod switching his vibe on had made made him hard anyway. Goddamn it.

They followed Lisa down another hallway. She opened a door at the end and smiled at them as they followed her in.

Patty looked around. Lisa had taken them to a conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows on two walls and a massive table lined with chairs. At the far of the table was a laptop with headphones plugged in.

“Mister Dang will be here shortly,” the assistant told them.

At their end of the table were three chairs. Patty went to the seat nearest to the window, Lauren sitting next to him and Jarrod taking the seat on her other side. Patty shifted a little, trying to find a position that didn’t press Lauren’s vibe into his prostate.

Suddenly self-conscious, he glanced back at Lisa, Mr Dang’s assistant he guessed, and wondered if she’d noticed anything off. She’d stayed by the door, still wearing the same slightly uncomfortable smile she’d been giving them since they met her. Patty wasn’t sure if that was a good sign.

Patty nearly jumped when Jarrod’s vibe buzzed to life. Turning back around, he looked up at the ceiling and clasped his hands, pressing them to his mouth.

“Mister Dang is here to see you.”

Shit, Patty wasn’t ready. He looked at the door as Mr Dang came in, Jarrod standing to greet him.

“Mister Dang, it’s nice-“ Jarrod began.

Patty had forced himself halfway out of his chair, but he hesitated.


Mr Dang completely ignored Jarrod’s hand, heading straight to the seat at the end of the table.

Patty and Lauren, who had also half stood to greet Mr Dang, sat down, Jarrod taking his seat beside them again. He turned his vibe down again as Mr Dang sat, but then Lauren turned hers on and Patty put his hands in front of his mouth again, struggling to school his expression.

Jarrod turned his vibe back up and Patty exhaled, lowering his hands to the table and glancing out the window. The view of the city around them was cool from up here, but it was hard to appreciate with Lauren and Jarrod remotely torturing him via their phones like this.

Mr Dang opened the laptop and Patty looked back at him. He looked at them for a moment as Lisa went to stand at his right hand.

Both vibrators slowed and Patty glanced at the others. The meeting hadn’t even officially begun and they had him leaking. Sadists.

Mr Dang leaned over to tell Lisa something, a hand obscuring his mouth. Patty tried to listen, but was too distracted by Jarrod turning his vibe up and down a few times to hear a thing. He fidgeted with his lip nervously, then put his hand down and leaned forward. What could Mr Dang even be saying to her?

As he finally stopped whispering, Lauren turned her vibe up further and Patty covered his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jarrod begin to say something, but Mr Dang didn’t spare them a glance as he put the headphones on and pressed play.

The room was silent. Lauren and Jarrod both turned their vibes down, but not off. Patty lightly patted the table, hoping to come off as casual under Lisa’s gaze. He looked at Jarrod, who met his gaze for a moment, slowly turning his vibe up.

Looking back at Mr Dang and keeping his hands in front of his face, Patty wondered what he was thinking. Which of the demos was he listening to? Did he find the intro promising?

He’d hoped these thoughts would distract him as he waited for the vibe to level off, but briefly lost control when it didn’t, his mouth falling open a little. Jarrod knew these vibrators were enough to get Patty shaking and crying on the floor, but surely he wouldn’t go that far, right? He got himself under control and put his hands down, looked out the window again.

Mr Dang whispered something to Lisa and Jarrod turned the vibe back down. Patty exhaled in relief. As he leaned forward to hear what Mr Dang was saying, a hand on his neck since he didn’t trust himself not to fidget, he felt Lauren play with her vibrator, making it pulse against his prostate by turning it up and down at a slow but constant pace.

Lisa nodded a lot at whatever Mr Dang was telling her. Apparently giving up on trying to hear anything, Jarrod turned his vibrator way up, close to where he’d taken it moments ago.

Patty rested his chin in his hands, remembering what Jarrod said about cute and desperate. He was certainly desperate now.

Lisa finally straightened up again, her smile not changing as Patty made eye contact with her.

Patty decided that he probably looked uncomfortable like this and put his hands back down, staring at them and slowly exhaling. Jarrod seemed to be trying a similar technique to Lauren’s, but more careless. The vibe swung from almost unbearable to stone still like a pendulum, driving Patty up the wall.

Looking out the window again, Patty wondered when he’d let up. The battery would run out if he kept this going for long. He suddenly realised that Lauren’s was slowly getting more intense. Jarrod had distracted him, but now that he thought about it, each pulse against his prostate was definitely a little stronger than the last.

As Mr Dang went to tell Lisa something, Jarrod turned his vibe back down. His thumb had probably gotten tired from all the erratic swiping. Patty looked at the ceiling. Lauren didn’t seem as keen to slow down.

They had to have reached the chorus by now. Maybe even the second verse. Silently thudding his clasped hands against the table and feel precum soak a small patch of his underwear, Patty wondered if he’d make it through the meeting. Hopefully once the song was over and they got to talking, Lauren and Jarrod would be too distracted to toy with him.

Mr Dang looked out the window and Patty followed his gaze. He didn’t seem all that excited about what he was hearing. He looked kinda bored, actually. This wasn’t a serious meeting for Patty and the others, but they’d hoped it would tell them something about what to expect if they actually found a label they wanted CrazyEightyEight signed to. Mr Dang made a small “What even is this?” gesture. Were they kinda fucked?

He lost his train of thought as Lauren broke her rhythm and turned her vibe way up on a pulse. Patty exhaled, legitimately surprised that he kept his composure. She must’ve been waiting for the right moment to catch him off guard, lulling him into a false sense of security this whole time.

Curling in on himself, Patty lightly coughed to mask a weird sound he made. He could do this.

Mr Dang leaned over to whisper something again, this time briefly gesturing at Patty, Lauren and Jarrod. They all leaned forward at once, Jarrod taking the opportunity to make Patty jump by turning the vibe, pressed harder against his dick thanks to his posture, to its highest setting for a second.

Mr Dang kept whispering and pointing, Lisa nodding along. Thanks to Jarrod going wild with the vibe, Patty couldn’t concentrate enough to hear anything, but Lauren didn’t seem happy about what had been said. Hopefully it would be appropriate to look scandalised right now, since Patty was struggling to his expression.

As Patty shifted in his seat, trying to lessen the pressure on his dick, Mr Dang put his hands together and pressed his face to them, then put them down and tried to look professional. Patty gave him a weird look, pressing his lips together because Lauren had suddenly decided to return to the fun. Did he hate the song?

Patty glanced out the window, then back at Mr Dang, scrunching his face up. He wanted to move, get more friction against his dick, but new that he wouldn’t be able to do it unnoticed. Mr Dang wasn’t paying attention, he looked like he was silently trying to justify something to himself, but Lisa was still watching them with that smile. Was it his imagination, or did she look like she knew what was happening to him and enjoyed watching him squirm?

Uncomfortable with the eye contact, Patty put his face in his hands and stared at the ceiling. He couldn’t sit still anymore, so he put his hands back down, seeing Mr Dang check his watch. What the fuck.

Lauren had started doing that pulsing thing again, this time faster and always from medium to high. Patty exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to the window. He almost wanted to just stand up and find the nearest bathroom.

When Lauren finally relented and Patty looked back at him, Mr Dang was making a “Come on, hurry up!” gesture with his hand, staring at the laptop. He stopped suddenly, closing his hand. Fuck him, none of their songs were even that long. Dick.

For the second time, Jarrod turned his vibe all the way up. Patty’s brain nearly shorted out as he kept it there, suddenly having no idea what to do with his hands. He settled for curling them into fists and coughing into one to disguise a moan that nearly slipped out. His thighs pressed together of their own accord, momentarily free of self control. He kept his eyes on the jagged horizon, pressing his palm to his face.

Patty was brought back to reality by Mr Dang scoffing. Patty threw a desperate look at Jarrod, silently begging him to ease up. The vibe died down again and Mr Dang looked visibly frustrated with what he was hearing. Patty straightened up somewhat, but Lauren didn’t leave him in peace for long.

Leaning over, Mr Dang spoke to Lisa again. Patty furrowed his brow, hoping he looked more like he was concentrating on listening in than resisting the urge to grind on his seat. Lisa surprised him by whispering something in reply before straightening up to smile at them.

Jarrod leaned forward and stared at Patty, turning his vibe up as Lauren glanced at him. God.

Luckily, they were distracted form going anything further by Mr Dang standing up and going to the window behind him. He pressed a hand to the pane and bowed his head. Okay, then. Lisa kept smiling at them.

Patty lightly drummed his fingers on the table, relishing the peace as Lauren and Jarrod recomposed themselves. Mr Dang returned to his seat.

“What the fuck is happening here?” Lauren murmured to Patty, shielding her mouth from Mr Dang.

Patty glanced between them and made a small “Fucked if I know,” movement with his hands. Did she seriously expect him to be paying attention right now?

Mr Dang made a weird face and hit the space bar.

Thank FUCK. Patty straightened up expectantly.

Mr Dang sighed, then removed his headphones, Patty, Lauren and Jarrod waiting for him to say something. He leaned forward and looked at them.

The sudden eye contact was uncomfortable, so Patty glanced out the window then looked down at his hands nervously. Mr Dang leaned over to whisper something to Lisa, then stood and pushed his chair back under the desk. Wait, what?

Lauren spoke up. “ we...expect a call?”

Mr Dang ignored them. Lisa smiled at them. Mr Dang didn’t even spare them a glance as he walked out.

Patty tried to not look too pleased with this outcome, gazing at the ceiling, then looking at Jarrod, who looked at Lisa and pointed vaguely at the door.

“Thank you,” she said simply.

“But...” Lauren began.

Patty blinked and Lisa was gone.

“Thank you,” she repeated from behind them.

Lauren and Jarrod exclaimed “Jesus!” and “Oh my god,” respectively, Patty counting himself lucky that he didn’t cry out. The scare shifted his dick and Lauren’s vibe and, though both vibes were turned almost all the way down, they were nearly unbearable by now. How could Lisa betray Patty like this?

She simply smiled at them as she stood by the door expectantly.

Lauren and Jarrod seemed stunned that this meeting had been cut so short, but Patty was glad for and end to the torture. They all got up, Jarrod almost hurrying out of the room and Lauren trying to straighten her chair a little. Patty took his time pushing his back in and following them out, slouching a little and hoping his slightly stiff walk wasn’t too obvious. He should’ve worn an oversized sweater. Something that would’ve covered his crotch when he walked.

Lisa smiled at him.