Lahat ng Kabanata ng The QB’s Nerdy Addiction : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

"Are you sure about this, Skylar?!" Michelle’s voice strains over the rumble of the muscle car’s idling engine as we pull up to the curb. Am I sure about this? Let’s reframe that question accurately: Am I sure about wanting to willingly cross the threshold into a strip club after playing a ninety-minute game of fast-and-furious cat-and-mouse with Trey Parker? Flip no. I am not. My stomach is currently executing a series of nervous backflips, and my survival instincts are screaming at me to lock the car doors and hide under a blanket forever. But as I stare out the passenger window at the buzzing, hot-pink neon sign twinkling through the twilight, I know there isn't a single way of backing out now. "I'm sure.” I try my best to sound like a capable adult and fail miserably. "This is the one place on earth I’m one hundred percent certain Trey will never expect me to set foot in. We only managed to lose him at that last intersection because you took that crazy sharp curve, but it won

“Woahhh.” I know you’re probably wondering why I said that, as well as why I’m currently frozen into the exact same human statue pose I took five minutes ago. Well, those two things combined are because I definitely–and I mean definitely–did not see this coming. After using Jesse as a human shield behind a dark pillar to change out of my chili-stained polo and into his weird top, we successfully bypassed the stone-faced bouncer at the entrance. But what I was completely unprepared for upon crossing the threshold is that Naughty Brats does not refer to naughty female brats, nor does it refer to naughty co-ed brats. No, ladies and gentlemen. Naughty Brats is a full-on, nude male strip club. I honestly never expected my very first step inside an adult venue to be a gay male strip club, complete with shafts of all shapes, sizes, and girths on full display. Just as Michelle predicted, the venue isn't in full peak-hour swing yet, so the lighting isn't dimmed to pitch-blackness just ye

TREY I don’t know what my little muse was expecting when she picked Naughty Brats as her grand hideout, but I’ll give her points for creativity. She actually thought she was clever. She genuinely believed that making Michelle take a sharp curve on the highway was enough to shake me off her tail. What she didn't realize was that I let them think they lost me. I dropped my speed just enough to fade into the background, keeping Gigi at a concealed distance while tracking her exact moves. I sat parked in the shadows across the street, watching as Michelle dropped her off near the club entrance before circling around to hide the car. Cute. Truly adorable. I even watched the front door bouncer turn her away after pointing at her chili-stained shirt. I still have a dozen unanswered questions about how she managed to get drenched in chili in the first place–and top of that list is why the fuck she felt the need to snub me and flee like a fugitive. Am I furious about her running game? No

There are approximately 540,000 documented kinks in the human psyche. Out of every single one of them, not once in my life did I ever think I possessed a daddy kink. Heck, I didn't think I had a single soft spot in my body. Well... I didn't think so. Until Skylar. There is just something about this girl that systematically dismantles every single belief, boundary, and rule I have ever crafted for myself, and this right here is no fucking exception. Because fuck. With how hard I was three seconds ago, it should be physically impossible for a human body to get any harder without tearing canvas. But the moment that single word purred past her lips, my shaft surged to a stage that is bordering on downright painful. It certainly doesn't help that her hand is actively flexing around my denim, trying to stroke my shaft through my jeans. Fuck. My traitor of a dick is throbbing in gratitude. Despite how hard I beat my meat at The Vault this morning in the bathroom, I still couldn't rea

SKYLAR I have a serious bone to pick with every single person who has ever gotten drunk in the history of the human race. That’s right. If you are among the tens of thousands of people who have ever taken a shot, raised a glass, or passed out on a bathroom floor–hands up! You are under arrest for the heinous crime of gatekeeping, and you have the right to remain silent because– You know what? Duck your rights. You lost all your rights the second you kept this incredible, life-changing magic a secret from me! Why on earth did nobody ever mention that being drunk feels like this?! I feel like I’m on top of the world. I feel bold, uninhibited, and brimming with so much confidence–a feeling I’ve quite literally craved and lacked for my entire twenty-two years of existence. If this were normal, boring, sober Skylar sitting on this motorcycle, there is zero chance I would have been brave enough to pull half the unhinged stunts I’ve executed tonight. I wouldn't have stripped on a stage