THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK - THE WOLFPACK - Sex Stories

THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK - THE WOLFPACK

... write a note and passed my name on to that guy and so on. In less than ten years I had a built a vast "client" list ranging from plumbers to the rich and famous. And the perks have been great. I've been all over the world as the guest of millionaires; I get invited regularly to A list parties - even been to a couple of Oscar parties; a hedge fund manager put me into an i.p.o that paid off my first house; Not a week goes by that someone isn't offering me something. One such favor led to a night out with a wolfpack and a star studded orgy. The Favor "Hey, Cryano, you need some suits?" It was Bernie. Bernie's a tailor at NeimanMarcus - a damn good one. So good, in fact, that he gets paid thousands of dollars just to sit on his ass at award shows in case someone pops a stitch. "Yeah, Bernie. A mailman can never have enough suits." (Yep, that's my day job. Instead or writing novels I'm delivering them) Saying yes to Bernie would mean a trip downtown. It was Saturday. All I wanted to do was vegetate in front of the tv. "No, seriously, Cyrano. You can't pass this up." Anybody who tells you what you know is more important than who you know, doesn't know what the hell they're talking about. My two hours downtown with Bernie were eye opening. The markup on haute couture is insane! Rag men have their own little monopoly like diamond merchants. Even if you have an eye for material and know your way around the fashion district, you won't get the price breaks these guys get. They control ...

... supply, and pretty much determine who gets what when. The upshot of it all was Bernie was able to tailor four, twenty-five hundred dollar suits for me for two-hundred and fifty dollars a piece - he was throwing in labor for free. Well, not free, there was this barista he wanted to fuck. But that's another story. I put the suits away and didn't even think about them until months later. The Wolfpack Burying a friend is never easy but I'd been on an emotional high for two days because the old gang was back together. It was like our high school days were just yesterday. We were going to send our buddy James out in style. Bitter sweet memories flooded me as I picked out a navy blue suit and red tie for the funeral, which turned out to be an emotionally draining affair. After the gravesite ceremony, we headed to the casino to hoist a few to our buddy James and say our goodbyes. It wasn't quite five and the casino was sparsely crowed so we had the bar to ourselves. We were telling jokes and ribbing one another when in walked four of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. I was thinking "girls" because they didn't look a day over twenty. Skirts were riding high up their thighs, tits bursting our of their blouses. They walked in like they owned the place. They were definitely turning heads, disrupting action at the tables. "Holy shit," came out of Buck's mouth. The rest of us seemed to nod in agreement. "They're looking our way, man," Jeffery said. I felt one of them staring at me. ...