Wet Wednesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 3)

by Annalise Wells

  “God help me I’m coming undone.”

  Stacey

  “I like it… a lot!”

  We arrive at my apartment and walk up the stairs. I can hear children crying and dogs barking in some of the other apartments. I can also smell weed burning as we approach my apartment door. I put the key in the lock and kick the bottom of the wooden door.

  “It sticks, the landlord says he will fix it,” I say.

  “I think he needs to fix more than your door, I don’t want to sound out of place, but this place is a shithole, you deserve way better,” he says.

  “Well, you know how it is, Tina’s isn’t what it used to be.”

  “I thought you earned good money at Tina’s. You don’t?” he asks.

  “It is good, I just support my family, and this is all I can afford after.” Tears start to well up in my eyes.

  “How big is your family?”

  “Four brothers who I pay for to go to school and my parents. Um, Dad is disabled after a work accident, and Mom works part time to make ends meet.”

  “That is so much of a burden,” Joseph says.

  “I have enough for me though; I just don’t waste it on where I live,” I say, truthfully.

  “I am sure we can find you a better place than this, it is a health risk more than anything,” Joseph says.

  “It is what it is.”

  “It is unbelievable,” he replies looking disheveled.

  “I will just get changed and get a few things together, Wet Wednesday!”

  “Sure, take your time. I am in no rush, Wet Wednesday?” Joseph says.

  “That’s your new name. I hope you like it!”

  I walk into the bedroom and pull off my clothes. I stand there naked and look at myself in the full-length mirror. I still have a few years left of hooking in me. I am only twenty-six.

  I turn around and look at my peachy ass in the mirror. I see Joseph watching me. His is fidgeting in his chair as if his manhood is getting too tight for his pants.

  I poke my head from the bedroom. “Are you having problems, Wet Wednesday?” I ask, teasing.

  “My pants are getting tight,” he laughs.

  “Fell free to take them off,” I reply.

  “I will be okay if you just close the bedroom door. The view is just too nice,” he says. He is blushing.

  I walk from the door seductively. I cup my breast as I near him.

  “You mean this sort of view?” I ask.

  “Fuck! Yes, that sort of view,” he replies as he tugs at his pants.

  I glance down as I pinch my rosy buds. I bite my top lip and put my foot on the couch beside his leg. I gyrate my hips and my downy mound circles close to Josephs touch.

  “Mmm,” he replies, feeling my vibe.

  I see his bulge growing. My peaks are budding under my touch. I can smell the muskiness of my juices as they build up inside my aching womanhood. God, I want him like plants want the sunshine.

  Joseph runs his hands over his thighs as he licks his lips. His eyes are fixed on his as I spread the velvety lips of my pussy. I wet my middle finger and begin rubbing the nub of my clit.

  “Wet Wednesday,” I whisper.

  “What, baby girl,” he replies.

  “I am wet, for you,” I say softly.

  I watch as he pulls his belt buckle and stands to pull his pants over his beautiful, firm ass. He kicks off his shoes and shakes his muscled legs free from his pants. I lick my lips and quickly rub my clit harder as I watch him slip free from his shorts. His growing arousal is making me want him even more.

  “Mmm, very nice,” I say, remembering him in the shower.

  Joseph’s cock continues to grow. It is much larger than the size I measured soft. His shaft becomes solid and is huge as I eye it. I am surprised I can fit it into my mouth or inside my pussy. Wow, I’ve seen lots of dicks in my profession but he is a real wowser.

  Joseph’s full throbbing erection is beckoning me to take him. It wants me to sink my pussy around his cock and let it slide in and out of me. I get to my knees and push Joseph’s legs apart. His manhood is now standing to full, humungous arousal. I wrap my fingers tightly around his shaft and his sack. His balls are tight as his cock throbs in my grasp. I squeeze tighter as his veins bulge and my pussy flows more for him.

  I see the slit in the head and stick out my tongue. My tongue circles the rim of his erection. His body shakes, and he grabs a handful of my long hair.

  “Fuck, yes,” he says.

  My tongue dances around the head and teases him as he tenses. His body shakes with anticipation.

  “Oh my. Stacey, fuck,” he moans as his legs begin shaking. I run my tongue down the length of his shaft. Saliva dribbles onto his rigid manhood.

  I bite my bottom lip as I slowly begin stroking his thick shaft; slow, deliberate strokes are used as I wrap my hot lips around the head of his member. I feel the hardness in my mouth as I slide my head down to the base. I gargle as I deep throat him. Joseph twists his finger in my hair and pushes my head harder onto his throbbing arousal.

  I gasp for air as he pulls my head up from his shaft. “Sit, I want to taste your wet cunt,” Joseph says.

  I swap with him and sit on the couch and spread my legs. Joseph kneels between the soft, creamy skin of my thighs. I suck in a breath as he spreads the rosy folds of my pussy lips. My hips rock and I fumble with my budded tips and moan, wanting his mouth on my pussy. My nipples are hard as I pinch them; shards of pleasure fill my body. I wince and buck wildly under Joseph’s amazing tongue.

  I look down as Joseph pulls my lips wide and his darting tongue dances across the nub of my throbbing clit.

  “Shit, ohhh,” I scream through gritted teeth.

  Joseph stands. His full throbbing erection is standing full mast. He steps closer. I spread my pussy. Joseph rubs the head of his cock over my swollen clit.

  I suck in another deep breath, and my breasts rise. Joseph slowly sinks his engorged flesh deep inside my sex. His rhythmic thrusting is filling my wet cunt as I begin to buck beneath him. My pussy clenches, the want I have for him is surreal.

  “Faster, please fuck me faster,” I scream as he goes slow, teasing me.

  Joseph thrusts harder, and my body moves as frantically as his. He begins to grind his body against mine as I feel the warmth rising from deep within the depths of my hot cunt. We start to move together in total harmony as Joseph’s plunging cock fills my desire.

  I am close to reaching my finish, and I can feel Joseph as his body tenses. I scream out slowly as I am flooded sensations of ecstasy. He’s not like all the others. I feel a connection to him.

  “I’m cumming,” I scream, breathlessly.

  Joseph begins to lose control, his body is thrusting and jarring as he reaches his pulsing climax. Joseph places his hands on my thighs and slowly withdraws from me. He rests himself on the couch as his beautiful broad chest rises and he gasps for breath.

  “I am done, I am totally spent,” he says in a breathy voice.

  I let my legs drop to the floor. My body is regaining composure as the final rainbow of sensations floods around my body.

  “I need a shower,” I say.

  “Want me to join you?” Joseph asks winking.

  I begin to laugh, “Look at this place, you think I have a shower for two?” He laughs. “You can have one after me!”

  I hit the shower. The cold water washes over me. The final feelings of my climax coldly wash from my body. I grab a towel and walk back into the living room.

  “Have a shower, it will freshen you up,” I say.

  Joseph walks to the bathroom. I wait… and then it hits.

  “Aagh,” he screams.

  “I forgot to say, the water is cold,” I yell.

  Joseph walks back to the living room with a fluffy green towel wrapped around his waist. I look at his hard, muscular body. His barrel chest and his broad shoulders are heavenly. It definitely is the safest place to be… close to his side.

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bsp; We get dressed, and I fill a backpack full of clothes. We walk down the hallway amongst the screaming kids and barking dogs. The smell of burning weed fades behind us as we walk into the fresh afternoon air.

  “Are you going to the club?” I ask.

  “Yeah, are you coming?” he asks.

  “I have to, remember? Shona wants to see me!”

  We reach the club and walk into the reception.

  “Stacey,” Shona calls.

  “Yep, what do you need?” I ask.

  “Come with me into the office,” she says smiling. I just love Shona, she’s amazing.

  She puts her arm around my shoulder as we walk. “Damn it, girl, I have missed you,” she says.

  “Not as much as I have missed you and Cally,” I say.

  “I was surprised you didn’t leave Tina’s with the rest of the other girls,” Shona says.

  “I was a bit dumb, I am blonde after all!” I say laughing.

  “Now you can come here with pleasure,” she says, stroking my hair like a mum.

  “What’s the money like? I have to provide for my family,” I say.

  Shona smiles, “There is more than enough, you can even change your shitty little apartment.”

  “Really?”

  “Uhuh!”

  “I like it… a lot!”

  Joseph

  “Why are we drawn to hookers?”

  I grab a drink from the bar as Shona is talking to Stacey. Beau comes out from his office.

  “What an eventful couple of days, it is no wonder I work in finance,” he says.

  “You know you can do it when you need to,” I comment, sipping on my fresh-brewed coffee.

  “I suppose, it is just after a few months you start to forget,” he replies.

  “Well it won’t be long before you can do it all again,” I say.

  “Do you ever wish we could just stay as we are?” Beau asks.

  “Of course, I have the best job in the world.”

  “There must be some way around it.”

  “We will see, if we stay as one there is nothing we’re not able to do,” I say.

  “That is definitely true,” he says.

  “What have you got planned for the rest of the day?” Beau asks. He looks so great since he got with Shona.

  “Well, I was thinking of letting Stacey stay at the hotel, her apartment block is bad,” I explain.

  “You have the hots for her?” he asks with a wide smile.

  “It runs in the family, I guess. Why we are drawn to hookers?”

  “Maybe they have no real ties to anyone. They are normally lost ships in life,” Beau says.

  “I suppose, if that is the way it has to be, that is what we will do,” I explain.

  I top up my glass and Stacey comes out from the office.

  “So, did you pass the interview?” I ask.

  “Of course, I taught these girls everything they know,” Stacey says as she laughs.

  “Come on then, I will show you around,” I say. Fuck she’s hotter than hot; red heels, a lacy top. Tight, camel-toe jeans.

  I walk around with Stacey and begin showing her where everything is.

  “Why are all these chairs in covered areas?” she asks.

  “John’s can have private dances without anyone seeing them,” I say.

  “Good idea, nice and cozy,” she says.

  “And then, we have the normal seating area where regular customers sit, and the floor area.”

  “It’s awesome. It looks a million bucks!”

  “There is the stage, and then we go into the rear of the club. This is where some of the magic happens,” I explain.

  “It all looks normal to me,” she says. “The extravagance is so good!”

  “Those are the rooms for the hookers, and they all have panic buttons, etc.,” I explain.

  I lead Stacey into the storage room. “What are we doing in here, Wet Wednesday?” she asks.

  “Twist the middle coat hanger,” I say smiling at her.

  Stacey twists the coat hanger in the middle of the rack. The wall falls away from us, and we walk through the doorway.

  “That is really freaky,” she says.

  “This ramp leads to a barber shop at the back. Girls and exclusive customers can enter without attracting any attention at the front,” I explain.

  We walk along, and we come to a large steel door. “What is this door to?” Stacey asks.

  “This is my world. If I let you in, you have to promise not to tell anyone. There is only Conor who has seen inside.”

  “You can trust me,” she says, biting her top lip.

  “I know Beau trusts Shona and Ty trusts, Cally, so don’t let me down,” I repeat.

  “I promise you, on the lives of my fa…” Stacey starts to say.

  “Don’t promise on family, if it ever came to it, I will not hesitate, you know that,” I say.

  “Okay, I promise on the life of that guy who killed your finance,” she says.

  “That’s better, he will get what is due to him,” I say.

  “Do you miss her?” Stacey asks.

  “To be honest, Beau and Ty knew her longer than I did, I just happened to be the one who was engaged to her, but yes. In a way, I do miss her. I have tried to erase it from my mind.”

  “Come on then, open this big ass door,” Stacey says.

  I punch the code, and the steel door slowly opens. We slip inside, and I close the door behind us. We stand, and I point out the various things that are of importance. That large map on the far wall has live updates of someone who needs my help. I have people like me in every single country in the world. They have a similar room to this, but mine is the control center.

  “So how does it all operate?” Stacey asks looking wide-eyed and curious.

  “Well, each country has a three-man team in position, and they wait for orders and carry out their instructions,” I reply.

  “So, it is just like you three?” she asks.

  “Yeah in a way it is.”

  “Who pays for all of this? Wow, it must cost an absolute fortune?” Stacey asks.

  “There is a central account that all funds are drawn from, so no matter what cash is needed in any country, it is always available,” I explain.

  “This is ultra-high-tech shit,” Stacey comments in her raw tone. I love showing off.

  “It is, and don’t ask who is above me because even I am not really sure,” I reply.

  Stacey stands and is completely blown away with all the high-tech gadgets and how the operation is put together. It is a lot to take in for a ‘normal’ person.

  “Can I ask a hypothetical question?” Stacey says.

  “Yeah, go ahead.”

  “Whoever your boss is, if they wanted to control the world. That would be possible, wouldn’t it?”

  “I suppose it could be. But it would be hard work, don’t forget they are only three-man teams.”

  “Yeah, I guess it is not possible,” she replies, thinking.

  Actually. It is possible. Ty has just taken over all the clubs and bars, and Beau is in the process of taking over the finances of the city. But I have never thought of it that way.

  “So, is there anything else you want to know about all of this?” I ask.

  “No, it is way over my head. I will save all the techy stuff for you,” she says with a gorgeous giggle.

  “I have just remembered. I am not happy with your apartment. Do you want to stay in the hotel until we find you somewhere better?”

  “Geez Joseph. Wet Wednesday, I mean. That is very kind of you,” she replies.

  “At least the shower is big enough!”

  I feel something good is going to happen with Stacey. I just hope I get long enough to enjoy it all.

  “Come on Stace, let’s get you to the hotel. You should make the most of some relaxing time before your big day tomorrow,” I say.

  “Very true, it has been a tiring day,” Stacey replies. I can’t help but think
of our naughtiness in her dingy apartment.

  We leave the club and make our way to the hotel. I punch the code for the door.

  “Hello Bell,” I call.

  “I am in the shower,” she yells.

  We walk to the bedroom and see the bathroom door is open. We stand and look at the outline of Bell’s body in the shower.

  “She is so hot don’t you think?” Stacey asks.

  “She is very hot.”

  “Are you tempted to jump in the shower with her?” Stacey says, only half-excited about the idea.

  “Not really, not now. I think I know what I want?” I reply looking at her gorgeous eyes.

  “What is that?” Stacey says smiling.

  “Whatever it is, it is standing right next to me,” I say as I grab Stacey’s hand.

  “Do you want to join her in the shower?” I ask.

  “Yes and no,” she says.

  “You can if you like, and I will just watch,” I reply with a Cheshire grin. Fuck!

  “You will be turned on,” Stacey comments, placing a finger in her mouth.

  “Yep. There is a good chance I will be.”

  “So, what would you do then?” she asks, licking her finger like a lollipop.

  “I can always masturbate while I watch,” I say, feeling a growing need.

  “That is a waste of a good fuck,” she says laughing.

  “You going to be long in there?” I call to Bell.

  “I have just got in, I am going to head off back to the club soon, join me,” Bell calls.

  “Well, this is your last chance, shower or no shower,” Stacey says.

  “It is not fair to you if I do.”

  “There are not heaps of women who will make that sort of offer to you.”

  Stacey is giving a very honest point of view. It was very tempting, especially since she is going back to the club. She would be gone for another two or three weeks and then she may leave the area for good.

  “I am going in even if you aren’t. It’s okay, I want you to come in,” Stacey says.

  I watch her slowly undress. Her heaving breasts look just so damn appetizing. She slips off her panties and gives me a sultry look. Stacey saunters towards the shower and glances over her shoulder as she steps inside. I feel my arousal beginning to grow. The bulge in my pants is getting larger. I can see through the glass they are soaping each other like lesbians.