New Year's Eve Unzipped

By J.C. Long

Colby, a caterer, is working New Year’s Eve at the Crestview Hills Country Club, a place full of rich, uppity people, promising a boring night. The night becomes a lot more interesting when he starts receiving erotic messages on Unzipped, a hook-up app, from someone who happens to be at that very party.

• Language: English
• Publisher: NineStar Press
• Release date: Nov 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370786909

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New Year’s Eve Unzipped

Copyright 2016 J. C. Long

Cover Art by Natasha Snow ©Copyright 2016

Edited by Sam Lamb

Published in 2016 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, NineStar Press, LLC.

Warning

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

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This is for Muse #3, who wanted a sexy New Year’s story! Hope you like it!

New Year’s Eve Unzipped

10:17pm

If something sounded worse than catering the Crestview Hills Country Club’s seventy-third annual New Year’s Eve gala, I didn’t know what it was. It was bad enough that I’d been busting my ass all of December with different holiday parties, but to have to work on what was guaranteed to be the worst night of the year? I would have quit the moment Sylvester told me if I didn’t desperately need the money.

So here I found myself on what should have been a fun night, the last—and first—big party of the year, in uncomfortable tuxedo pants and a black cummerbund and bowtie, carting around a tray laden with champagne glasses.

It was ten seventeen, and every minute felt like an hour. I shouldn’t be here, I thought gloomily as I faked a smile and offered drinks to stuffy rich people in clothes that cost more than my yearly rent. I should be drunk out of my mind right now. Or at least getting laid. There were real injustices in the world.

Once I offloaded my tray of drinks, the last to some lady wearing the ugliest pink chiffon mess I’d ever seen, I made my way back to the club’s kitchen. Access was via the narrow hallway that allowed the humble servants to come and go without being seen by their betters. I heaved a sigh of relief and dropped the fake smile as soon as the hall doors swung closed.

Jerome, one of my favorite coworkers, patted me on the shoulder as he came through behind me. A whipcord-thin black guy, Jerome had a round, handsome face and full, seductive lips. More than once, I had imagined what those lips would look like wrapped around my cock, or what hung down between his legs. Yo, Colby, did you see that fat bastard in the tan suit three sizes too small?

I laughed. "How could I miss him? He was throwing cheese balls back as fast as I could take them