Well, guess who’s back?
After a little time-out (yes, my Substack suspension has finally been lifted), I can officially post here again. I know it was frustrating for you—and for me—not to have our regular fix, so I thought I’d make it up to you.
Tonight, I’m giving you a little thank-you gift… a full, free Professional Unicorn story. No paywall. No waiting. Just me, you, and a scene hot enough to fog your screen.
Consider it my way of saying thank you for sticking around… and for being just as unapologetically filthy as I am.
I wasn’t expecting them.
Two tall, impeccably dressed men. Both handsome in that dangerous, polished way… stepped into my world like they already owned it.
Broad shoulders, sharp eyes, a quiet confidence that said they’d never once in their lives had to beg for what they wanted.
And they wanted… me.
Now, I’ve been hired for a lot of things in my professional unicorn career.
But by a gay couple? That was new.
My first thought? What exactly do they need me for?
They didn’t look like men who needed help getting attention. Hell, they probably had strangers handing over room keys without a word.
Then the tall one slid an envelope across the table.
Thick. Heavy. The kind of money that makes your morals stretch and your imagination run wild.
I tucked it into my bag without breaking eye contact, my curiosity already purring.
“Tell me,” I asked, “what do two kings want with a unicorn like me?”
The way they smiled at each other before looking back at me told me one thing… whatever they had in mind, it wasn’t small.
The night began in their penthouse suite
Wow… the polished wood floors, low lighting that dripped over the room like liquid gold, and floor-to-ceiling windows where the city glittered below us like it was putting on a private show.
A chilled bottle of champagne already waited on the marble counter, two glasses sweating in the ambient warmth.
They didn’t waste time. These weren’t men who believed in small talk or drawn-out negotiations; every move felt deliberate, the kind of confidence that comes from knowing exactly what you want and how you’re going to take it.
Elias closed the distance first, his shadow swallowing mine, voice low and charged. “Tonight,” he said, eyes locked on mine like a dare, “you’re here to watch… and maybe” his pause was thick, his gaze dipping to my lips, “participate. If the mood strikes.”
Before I could respond, Luca stepped into my space. His cologne was deep, woodsy, and masculine, and it hit me first, followed by the warmth of his palm sliding onto my hip, thumb pressing just enough to make me lean into him. His mouth tilted into a slow, knowing smile.
“We want you to see us,” Luca murmured, his breath brushing the edge of my jaw. “To watch how we take each other apart… piece by piece… until there’s nothing left but sweat, skin, and the sounds we pull from each other.”
Elias’s eyes never left me, and I realized in that moment. They weren’t just inviting me in. They were pulling me into a performance I wouldn’t be able to look away from.
I felt my lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. Oh, I understood now.
They didn’t hire me to replace anything. No, they hired me to amplify it. To be an audience that wanted every sound, every breath, every movement.
They kissed like they’d been starving for each other all week. There was no hesitation, no restraint, just mouths colliding, tongues tangling, and breaths spilling hot between them.
Elias’s hands gripped the back of Luca’s neck, pulling him in deeper, while Luca’s fingers dug into his partner’s hips hard enough to leave marks.
Their shirts came off in a frenzy, the fabric sliding over their muscles and hitting the floor without a sound. I couldn’t help but watch the way their bodies moved—shoulders flexing, abs tightening, skin flushed and warm under the low light.
Every shift of muscle under smooth skin radiated heat, and I swore I could feel it from where I stood.
I drifted closer without realizing it, pulled forward like their chemistry had a gravity of its own.
Elias broke the kiss only long enough to push Luca down onto the bed, his body following with a deliberate crawl that felt predatory. Their mouths met again, slower now but no less hungry, hips grinding in a rhythm that made my pulse stutter.
I perched on the edge of the mattress, my dress riding higher with each movement, the hem brushing the tops of my thighs. Elias reached back without looking, his hand finding mine and tugging me forward until my chest was pressed flush against the heat of his back.
“Touch him,” he murmured, the command deep enough to vibrate through me.
I did… by sliding my hand around his side, fingers tracing over the hard ridges of Luca’s abs. His skin was hot, slick with the first sheen of sweat, and I felt the tremor run through him as Elias’s mouth closed around his throat.
My touch was joined by Elias’s own, our hands brushing as we explored him together, and the shiver that went through Luca made my breath catch.
From there, the night blurred into heat and breath and sounds I could feel in my bones. I was guided from watching to touching, from touching to tasting. They didn’t just let me in.
Hell, they pulled me in, every movement a deliberate invitation to get lost in the way they loved each other.
By the time the city started to pale with morning light, the three of us were tangled and spent, champagne glasses tipped over on the table.
I knew one thing for certain… being hired by two kings might have been a first, but it wouldn’t be my last.
—Lisa Ann 1979
WHY DID YOU GET BANNED?? I AM NEW HERE, AND WOULD LIKE TO LEARN WHAT NOT TO DO, LOL THANKS