Nicola: A Dirty Bad Boys Romance (Steamy Thrillers Series Book 3)

by Sophia Keller

  And then, after a few months, Dave ended things. Just like that.

  ‘Sorry, Julia. My wife has come back to me. I never told you that she’d left. But she wants to try again and I’m afraid I want to try again too.’

  A wife. I wasn’t overly surprised. But I was deeply, deeply hurt.

  My memories were making me sad. They brought me back to the present moment. What the hell was I doing, standing over Katie with a gun! Katie had done exactly what I had done. Been a sugar baby. It wasn’t the end of the world. It just happened to be with my own father.

  I lowered the gun.

  ‘You’re right, Katie. We need to talk.’

  She stood up, slowly. I could see the fear all over her face. She slowly pulled her robe up to cover her naked body.

  I put the gun in a draw. It had never been loaded anyway, I didn’t even know how to use a gun.

  I drew her towards me. I hugged her.

  ‘I am so so sorry. You don’t deserve any of this’, I said.

  She hugged me back.

  Chapter Two: Candy

  At that moment the doorbell rang.

  ‘I wonder who that is,' Julia gasped, spluttering at what she had just done. Or almost done.

  ‘I think it’s Candy,’ Katie said. ‘Remember I called her to come over, to come and fetch me. She doesn’t really know what’s going on.’

  Julia tensed again. She may have made peace with me, her Dad’s sugar baby, but she hadn’t quite made peace yet with Candy, her Dad’s hooker.

  Candy walked in. She must have heard us talking.

  ‘I’ve had enough of you guys calling me a hooker,’ she said, looking a bit surprised to see us in an embrace. ‘Hugo and I are close you know. We maybe met under odd circumstances, but, hey, what’s going on here girls. I thought you hated each other. Are you friends now?’

  The three of us sat down. We were going to have tea but there was a bottle of champagne nearby and we all needed to relax a little.

  Candy opened the bottle.

  Pop.

  Julia produced three glasses.

  Clink.

  And slowly we all started talking. Julia was mostly apologetic at her behaviour but explained how an older guy had taken advantage of her when she was young and she’d hated seeing her own Dad doing the same thing. Katie was apologetic about getting mixed up with Hugo in the first place and for hurting Julia. And I was not really apologetic about anything other than I could only find one bottle of champagne and we definitely needed two.

  ‘Girls’, I said. ‘We’re all young. We’re all gorgeous, dammit. Look at us! I have no idea why any of us have been wasting time with older men. We need to be having fun, together, with guys our own age, young guys, hip guys, hot guys!! Come on, let’s go out, let’s go to a bar and order better champagne. I have my Dad’s credit card, it’s time to use it!’

  Katie giggled. ‘I have one of his cards too, although maybe you don't need to know that. And I’m sure Candy has one too. Let’s go on a shopping spree and then have lunch and more champagne.’

  And that is what the three of us did. Julia gave Katie a dress to wear. My gosh, she looked stunning. And then the three of us headed into town, to our favourite dress shop. The older men had taught us all bout taste and expensive clothing. Now, we were going to put everything we had learned into practice.

  Julia bought a Dolce and Gabbana frock, a stunner.

  Katie bought a Versace gown.

  And I bought a little black dress, short but not too short, sexy but not over the top sexy, and may I just say that the three of looked stunning.

  Three young women, all tall and slim, showing our cleavages, showing our legs, flicking our long blonde hair, wearing the most fabulous dresses, heading for lunch.

  We caused a stir. The Social is one of the most sought after places in town and we used Hugo’s name to get us the best table. We ordered the most delicious foods and we ate and we drank and we could see the men who couldn’t keep their eyes off us.

  Young men. Old men. Married men.

  I was pretty sure that I even recognized men who’d been with me, paid good money to be with me. I had a lot of clients but yes, some of them were here.

  Wealthy, influential men who liked young women.

  We had no time for the men. We were into each other and having a great time and making friends. And as we drank more champagne we became just a little bit sexier. I had my hand on Julia’s leg, under the table. I think it was Katie who had her foot, yes, her foot, between my legs. And Julia went under the table to pick up a fork and I swear to god that was her tongue between my thighs.

  We were on dessert, sharing delicious cakes and ice-creams, when Hugo walked in.

  ‘Julia?’

  He looked at his daughter with the most murderous look in his eyes.

  ‘Dad.’

  ‘Candy?’

  He looked at me.

  ‘Hugo.’ I held my ground.

  And then he looked at Katie.

  ‘Katie. This is a surprise, indeed. I am not sure if I should be happy about this or not. You and Julia have never been very nice to each other beforehand. And now, you’re sharing dessert? Do you girls want to fill me in on what’s going on?’

  We didn’t, actually. We had no time for old men.

  Not even for their credit cards.

  Julia asked me about my work. She was fascinated actually, given she had worked in an office her entire life. I tried to explain.

  ‘I’m at home a lot of the time, ‘ I told her. ‘I have a webcam, i.e., a camera on my computer. I wait until someone logs on to my site and then I ask them what they want. They may want to see my tits, or my ass. They might want me to do a little pole dancing, or to strip slowly. I give them what they want. They pay for it. And oddly, it’s really fun and it’s nice and I have a good time too.’

  ‘And my Dad?’

  ‘You know I met your Dad at a cocktail party. He had no idea I was a Cam-girl then. We became friendly. More than friendly. We had sex. He paid me. Don’t look so shocked, Julia . Hugo is no different to other men . He never hurt me. He was never rude to me. He wanted sex . I wanted money. It worked for both of us.’

  I could see Julia thinking .

  ‘Maybe,’ she said, ‘Maybe I have been a bit hard on him.’

  We all sipped champagne. Suddenly Katie blurted out.

  ‘I guess I was similar to you, Candy. I also had sex with Hugo, with Julia’s Dad. And while he didn’t pay me per se, he did give me gifts. Lots of them. It isn’t that different. And I also wasn’t unhappy. Maybe we’re all being a bit hard on Hugo. Julia, you need to forgive him. He never hurt anyone.’

  Julia raised her glass.

  ‘I hereby forgive Hugo Davenport all his indiscretions. Now, Katie and Candy, how should we celebrate?’

  Chapter Three: Julia, Katie & Candie

  If anyone knows how to celebrate anything, it was Candy and I. We were the master celebrators! We loved to have good food, fine wine and fabulous sex.

  Would Julia be into having sex with us?

  We didn’t give her much of an opportunity. There was a hotel next door to the restaurant. We walked in, giggly, in our high heels and sexy frocks.

  ‘A room for the night, please?’ I asked.

  ‘Three singles?’ the receptionist enquired.

  ‘A triple. With the biggest bed and the biggest bathtub. And send up strawberries and champagne.’

  We had the penthouse suite on the twentieth floor. In the elevator I stepped towards Candy and kissed her. Hard. I pushed her against the mirrored wall, put my hand under her dress and felt how wet she was. She lifted her legs, putting them both around me and pushed herself into me.

  She felt so good. We kissed, tongues and lips searching for each other, while Julia watched us. We could hear her, little gasps coming-out of her mouth.

  Of course she wanted to join us.

  I pushed the stop button on the elevator and it ground to a halt.r />
  Candy pulled her dress over her head. She was totally naked underneath.

  I pulled my dress off, oh god, I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

  And Julia, still a little shy, moved over to the two of us.

  The three of us embraced. We kissed and we felt each other, hands on nipples, hands tweaking nipples, hands against asses and hands against legs. I wasn’t sure who was touching me or when they were touching me, only that it was so good. Julia was still dressed but her zip was undone, her dress pushed up over her hips, her beautiful pussy glistening and ready, begging to be fucked. We took it in turns, Candy and I, to touch her, to rub her clit, to put our fingers inside of her. I went down on my knees and licked her. Oh my god she tasted good. Julia was crying out in ecstasy while I licked her and kissed her. And I could feel Candy against me while I did that, her nipples, her pussy, hard, wanting, wet and open.

  And then we heard a voice coming through.

  ‘Everything okay in there. We know you’re stuck, don't worry, help is coming.’

  We started laughing and quickly put our dresses on. I pushed the start button and the elevator continued going up. We were fine! Of course we were fine.

  And then we were in the penthouse, the most magnificent with a giant bed, as we’d requested. It had a gorgeous balcony too, looking over the whole city. Champagne was waiting for us and we opened a bottle and went out to look at the view.

  I have to say. I quite like fucking when I have an audience. And I could see people on the balcony of the hotel across the road. They were looking straight at us.

  Candy and I kissed. We were good at that.

  Julia was good at watching too. She stood against the rails, sipping her champagne, watching us.

  But this time, she took off her dress. She did have the most exquisite lingerie underneath. She kept on her panties and she kept on her stockings.

  But she took off her bra. And dropped it over the balcony.

  And then, while we kissed, she put her hand, her fingers, into her panties. And while everyone watched her, she masturbated. She made herself come, again and again, while she leaned against that rail, outside, on the twentieth floor. She had the longest legs, the most beautiful tits, a back that arched back exquisitely and the most perfect hands. And she used those hands, rubbing her clit, inside her, looking for her g-sport, and she kept coming. Candy and I stopped kissing to watch her too.

  It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  We were all soaking wet.

  We walked into the room as the doorbell rang.

  ‘Room service’ a voice called out.

  Ah. The strawberries.

  I pulled on my dress and opened the door, letting the waiter inside.

  Candy was in the bathroom, running us all a bubble bath.

  Julia was sitting, in her stockings, cross legged, on the chair in the bedroom. Her breasts were still bare and her nipples standing straight out. She had the longest neck, the rosiest of cheeks and her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders.

  The waiter tried not to react. But it was impossible.

  We could see his cock, hard, straining against his trousers.

  ‘Let me help you,’ I said, taking the tray and the champagne from him and setting it down.

  And then I felt him. I put my hands against his hard cock. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off his shoulders.

  He had a great body.

  I unzipped his trousers. His cock leapt out.

  Julia sat there, playing with her nipples and watching.

  Candy walked in from the bathroom. She stood there too, watching.

  And I got on my knees again. And I put his enormous cock in my mouth. And I sucked it. I licked it and I sucked it. I moved my tongue up and down his shaft, I took him in and out my mouth, I played with my own pussy while I did that. His cock was down my mouth, so hard and so big, but I didn’t want him to come.

  I wanted Candy and Julia to taste him too.

  I wanted him inside me. Not just inside me, I wanted him inside my girlfriends too.

  He was moaning. I pulled away from him, took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Julia didn’t move from the chair but kept stroking and touching herself. I didn’t know who I wanted more, if it was Julia or him. Or Candy, who was looking totally ravishing leaning against the bathroom door.

  And then three of us were on the bed. He was on his back, I was on his face, Candy was down by his cock, we fucked, we kissed, we sucked, we all came, we changed positions, he was between my legs, Candy was on my face, the sex was the best I have ever ever had.

  And still Julia watched.

  It was only when Candy said to her ‘Hey darling, come and join us’ did she come over. And then the waiter fucked her, so beautifully and so perfectly, while Candy and I watched and touched each other.

  We carried on for hours. At some point I dozed and woke up to see Candy and Julia fucking. And when I woke, Candy and the waiter were fucking. And then it was me and Julia and she tasted so good and she felt so good.

  I remembered I’d been fucking her father just one week ago!

  This was much more fun.

  The waiter left, tucking his shirt into his pants, picking up the empty tray on his way.

  ‘Should we tip him?’ asked Julia, and we all collapsed into heaps of giggles.

  And then we climbed into the huge bubble bath, soaped each other’s backs, relaxed back, chatted a little, shared a cigarette, shared a bit more champagne, and then we slept.

  We slept like logs.

  And we only work up at 10 am the next morning when Julia’s phone was ringing.

  It was her Dad. Hugo. And we could hear him yelling through the phone.

  ‘I’ve been so worried about you, trying to get hold of you the whole night. Where are you, dammit? I’m coming to fetch you right now.’

  ‘I’m fine Dad. But I’m not coming home. I’m with Katie and Candy now.’

  HUGO

  I had messed up badly. My first mistake had been to have an affair with Katie who was half my age. I had carried on having an affair with her, even when my daughter had asked me not to. I had hidden her from the public eye and never made our affair official. I had not treated her very well either. And then, there was Candy. I had an affair with a Cam-girl, also half my age. I had become good friends with her. And then I had introduced her to Katie. Bad mistake. But my biggest mistake was my daughter, Julia. I should have respected her wishes. When she’d asked me not to see these young women anymore, women the same age as her, in their twenties, I hadn’t listened.

  And now I’d lost Julia. She had run off with Katie and Candy. I couldn’t get over the three of them together.

  I had no role anymore. I had loved my sugar daddy role with Katie, loved showering her with gifts and clothes and taking her out for fabulous meals. I had loved feeling wanted. Of course Katie may have wanted me just for my money, but I was pretty sure she wanted me for me too.

  Now she was with my daughter!

  What a mess.

  I wondered if what they had together was sexual. I hoped not. It was fine for Katie to have a great sex life and it was fine for Candy to do whatever she did online. But it was not okay for my daughter.

  I decided I needed to have her watched. It’s what I do best, as we know. I had always had one of my guys watching Katie when we were together. I liked watching. I liked having video tape of her undressing, of her getting ready to see me, of her in the shower! I’m a bit of a control freak so I had always had my people watch Katie, where she was going and who she was meeting. I hadn’t had to do that with Candy. I could watch her myself online.

  But now I wanted to watch my daughter for a different reason. I wanted to know that she was going to be okay and not get into trouble with these two girls. I wanted to know that she was safe. But I had no interest in her sex life.

  I picked up my phone and called Don. One of my guys.

  ‘Don. I have a new job for you. One that requi
res discretion. It’s my daughter, Julia. She’s left home, perhaps short term and perhaps not. I worry about her. I want you to keep an eye on her, report back to me about where she is, who she is seeing, things like that. This is about safety, nothing else.’

  ‘Got it Boss’. Don was loyal. He would take care of my daughter for me.

  ‘Keep an eye on her bank account. If she runs out of money, you’ll let me know.’