Any Day of the Week

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Five,’ Lydia said.

  ‘I’m on 16, in the penthouse suite. Want to come up?

  I shook my head, thinking of Eric in our hotel room waiting for me.

  Lydia grabbed my hand. ‘Come on, Carly. Eric told Jeff he didn’t care what happened tonight as long as you had a good time.’

  I couldn’t believe Eric wouldn’t care if I had sex with Damien, but I figured he might not mind if I indulged my little fantasy just a bit more. ‘OK.’

  Silently we rode the elevator to the sixteenth floor. I expected a wild party to be going on, but the plush suite was silent.

  ‘The rest of the crew is downstairs,’ Damien said. ‘We have the place to ourselves.’

  My heart was hammering my chest and I gave Lydia a panicked look.

  Lydia ignored me. ‘Damien, Carly is your biggest fan. She thinks you’re the sexiest man on the planet. Don’t you, Carly?’

  I could have killed her. I giggled in embarrassment as we followed Damien ‘Yeah, I think you’re great. We both do.’

  I was so intent on not tripping over my own feet that I didn’t realise Damien had led us into the bedroom.

  ‘Really?’ Smiling, Damien reached out to me. ‘Then I think I need to spend some time with my biggest fans.’

  His hand was warm and strong and some of my discomfort faded away as he tugged both Lydia and I down on the king-sized bed. He leaned over and kissed Lydia, a kiss that made Lydia moan softly. She cupped his face in her hand and turned him toward me. I knew I should say no, but I didn’t want to. I wanted him to kiss me.

  His mouth was warm and wet and kissing him was everything I thought it would be. I whimpered softly as his tongue probed my mouth and I heard him respond with a deep moan. I heard the rasp of a zipper and felt him shift against me. I pulled back and realised Lydia had slipped to her knees between his legs. She held his erection in her hands and looked up at me.

  ‘Isn’t it gorgeous, Carly?’

  She licked the swollen head softly. ‘Oh, and he tastes so good.’

  ‘Suck it,’ Damien groaned. ‘Suck my dick.’

  Lydia obeyed, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her long blonde hair trailing across Damien’s thighs. I had never seen her like this and the thing was, it was turning me on. I could feel myself getting wet as his cock slid in and out of Lydia’s mouth.

  Pulling me against him, he kissed me. ‘I want to fuck you,’ he murmured against my lips. ‘Can I fuck you?’

  ‘Yes.’ I don’t know what made me say it, but suddenly I wanted to feel Damien deep inside me. I remembered what Lydia had said about Eric not caring what happened tonight. I clenched my thighs together, feeling my pussy contract. ‘I want you to fuck me, Damien,’ I whispered.

  Lydia slid her mouth from Damien’s cock and put her hand on my thigh. I pulled her up and watched as she began undressing. I followed suit, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off my shoulders. He cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing my nipples through the cups of my bra. Leaning forward he sucked one hard nipple through the fabric. I moaned and held his head to my chest as Lydia finished stripping.

  Damien finished undressing me; first my bra, then my shoes, jeans and panties. I stretched out naked on the bed. ‘Your turn. I want you naked, too,’ I said, and I couldn’t believe that sexy, sultry voice was mine.

  He stood up and stripped off his T-shirt. I admired the strong masculine look of his chest and the stark contrast the tattoos made against his skin. His cock was still out of his pants, rigid and glistening from Lydia’s mouth. He took off his jeans and shoes and I realised he wasn’t wearing underwear. Once naked, he stood at the foot of the bed looking down at me.

  ‘Come here,’ I said, reaching a hand out to him.

  He took Lydia’s hand and helped her onto the bed, then he got between us. ‘Who’s first?’

  ‘Fuck her,’ Lydia said. ‘I want to watch.’

  He obeyed instantly, taking me in his arms and kissing me, as if sensing how nervous I was. ‘Relax,’ he whispered against my neck. ‘I know how to make you feel good.’

  His lips trailed down my body, teasing my nipples with his lips and fingers, sliding his tongue down my ribcage and across my belly, dipping the tip of his tongue into my belly button. I spread my legs around his wide shoulders as he nuzzled my pussy with his lips. I arched my back and raised my hips, silently urging him to lick me.

  Instead, he shifted over to Lydia and began licking her pussy. I could feel my own pussy respond to the wet, sucking sounds of Damien’s oral caresses, and I wanted it for myself. Lydia pushed her pussy against his mouth and I whimpered softly, longing to do the same.

  Suddenly, Damien was between my legs again. He put his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed my legs toward my chest. I was open, exposed and completely vulnerable to him.

  I looked over at Lydia. As she watched, her fingers worked between her thighs, masturbating as she watched Damien go down on me. She tensed, gasped and clamped her thighs around her hand. Her breath came in quick little pants and it was then that I realized she had come. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen and I smiled at her.

  She grinned wickedly as she raised her wet fingers to her mouth and licked them. Then, with a gentler touch than Damien, she stroked my nipple with her fingertips. I shivered and moaned. I had never thought of Lydia in a sexual way, but her touch combined with Damien’s mouth on my pussy felt incredible. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Eric’s fingers stroking my nipples as Damien’s tongue slid over my engorged clit and down between my swollen lips, then back up again. Over and over he licked me, teasing my clit, dipping his tongue into my pussy, sucking on my lips.

  I felt a similar sucking on my nipple and my eyes flew open. Lydia was licking my nipple in the same rhythm Damien was licking my pussy. I gently pushed Lydia away. ‘I can’t,’ I said. ‘It feels good, but I can’t.’

  ‘Sorry, I got carried away,’ she whispered.

  Damien took his mouth off my pussy long enough to say, ‘If she doesn’t want your mouth, I do.’

  Giggling, Lydia slid down the bed and I knew from the wet slurping sounds she was sucking Damien again.

  Damien went into overdrive, his mouth working tirelessly on my pussy as he ate me like a piece of ripe fruit, nibbling and sucking until I was whimpering loudly. Then, when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his tongue slid across my anus. I gasped and jerked against him and he did it again. Over and over, Damien licked my asshole, pushing the tip of his tongue against the puckered hole and fluttering it as if he was going to fuck me with his tongue. I was whimpering and quivering from the sensation, so aroused and hot I couldn’t stand it.

  ‘Here, Damien,’ I heard Lydia say, ‘I brought it for me, but I think she needs it more.’

  I had no idea what she was talking about until I heard the hum of a vibrator and felt Damien press it to my clit. With the vibrator sending shockwaves through my entire body and Damien tongue-fucking my ass, I came. I strained against Damien, clutching at the sheets as I gasped and moaned his name.

  Suddenly, he was above me, driving his thick cock into my throbbing pussy. ‘Your cunt is so fucking wet,’ he gasped.

  ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,’ I whimpered as I clung to him.

  Over and over, he thrust into me, his cock filling my pussy as his muscular body pinned me to the bed. I could hear Lydia’s soft whimpers and knew she was watching us and touching herself again. I rocked my hips up to meet Damien’s thrusts and with an animal-like groan he came. His cock twitched, throbbing inside me as I squeezed my pussy around him, drawing out everything he had to give. I stroked his shoulders and back softly, holding him to me.

  ‘That was incredible,’ I whispered.

  ‘In-fucking-credible,’ he agreed.

  Lydia giggled. ‘I wasn’t even the one getting fucked and it looked amazing.’

  We all laughed quietly, damp and exhausted from the night. All I could think about was telling Eric w
hat had happened.

  I felt my eyes flutter closed and the next thing I knew Lydia was shaking me softly. ‘C’mon, Carly. The guys are going to be worried about us.’

  Damien was asleep and snoring softly. I slipped out of bed and got dressed. Quietly, we left the suite and a very sexy, naked rock star in a tangle of sheets. Lydia started giggling when we got into the elevator.

  ‘What?’

  She shook her head. ‘I wasn’t sure about you, but once you got into it, you really went wild.’

  I could feel my cheeks flushing hotly. ‘He’s incredible.’

  ‘Yeah.’

  My heart was hammering in my chest for an entirely different reason when we reached our hotel room. The sun was starting to come up and I expected Eric and Jeff to be asleep, but they were both awake.

  ‘You guys have been gone a while. Did you have fun?’ Jeff asked.

  ‘Hell, yeah,’ Lydia said. ‘We went to Damien’s suite.’

  ‘What happened?’ Eric asked.

  ‘She’ll tell you later.’ Lydia grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bathroom. ‘We need a shower.’

  I was so relieved, I didn’t even complain when Lydia started undressing me with the bathroom door still open. I expected Eric to say something about Jeff watching me get undressed, but he silently stared as Lydia stripped me naked then removed her own clothes.

  Lydia started the shower and pulled me inside with her. The shower door was clear glass and I knew the guys had a perfect view of Lydia and me.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I asked as she began soaping my breasts.

  ‘Giving the boys a show.’

  ‘Lydia, I told you I can’t do this,’ I protested, trying to pull away.

  She laughed. ‘Don’t be silly. We’re not going to have sex, we’re just going to get them revved up. Once Eric finds out you fucked Damien, he’s going to be all over you. This is just to tease him a little longer.’

  ‘Oh.’ I couldn’t believe the way Lydia’s mind worked, but I couldn’t deny I was aroused at the thought of fucking Eric so soon after I’d fucked Damien.

  I mirrored Lydia’s caresses, running the soapy washcloth over her breasts and across her stomach. She seemed to be enjoying herself, posing almost as she let me wash her before returning the favour.

  By the time she turned the water off, we were both squeaky clean and wide awake. We wrapped towels around ourselves and stepped out of the steamy shower. I could see Eric and Jeff staring at us like we were dinner and I couldn’t help but smile.

  ‘Come here,’ Jeff said to Lydia, his voice rough with desire. ‘If I don’t fuck you now, my dick is going to explode.’

  Lydia went to him quickly, stripping off the towel and tugging Jeff’s shorts off. ‘I need to get fucked hard,’ she confessed.

  Hesitantly, I sat down next to Eric. ‘Well?’ I asked softly, trying to ignore Lydia’s soft whimpers from the other bed as she climbed on top of Jeff.

  ‘Did you fuck him?’

  I looked at him, trying to read his expression. Then I swallowed hard and nodded. ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Did you like it?’

  I couldn’t help it, I smiled. ‘Yeah. Are you mad?’

  Eric took my hand and put it on his cock. It was rock hard. ‘What do you think?’

  I pulled the sheet down and stripped off Eric’s underwear before stretching out on top of him. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ I whispered against his jaw. ‘I need you inside me.’

  I reached down and guided his cock into me, feeling him fill me in a way Damien never could. I rocked on Eric’s cock, knowing the way he liked me to move, knowing what it would take to make him explode inside me. He groaned and closed his eyes, his hands cupping and squeezing my breasts as he thrust up into me.

  ‘Oh God, baby, fuck me,’ he groaned.

  As I rode Eric to an explosive orgasm, I fleetingly wondered if Damien was still asleep and whether Eric would mind visiting the penthouse suite with me later ...

  The V.I.P.

  by Phoebe Grafton

  ‘Hilary Fieldman?’

  He was on me almost before I had time to clear customs at Kennedy and step out into the raw New York sunshine.

  ‘Hi! I recognised you from your photographs. I’m Harry, Mr Bernstein’s PA.’

  His eyes peeled me like a banana. I hated him straight away. He pumped my hand. His palm was sweaty. Harry was obviously nervous. I began to feel better.

  He waved and a limo whispered up. In England it would have been big enough for fare-paying passengers.

  The chauffeur, who looked like a retired football pro, and probably doubled as bodyguard, took my hand luggage. When we settled Harry started on his itinerary as if he had been learning it for days. He couldn’t sit still. I was right. Harry was a very nervous young man.

  ‘Hey! Your K62zee model has got us all doing flip-ups.’

  He stopped as if arrested by a sudden thought. ‘Here,’ he went on. ‘You’ve had a long journey. Let me pour you a drink.’

  The button he pressed changed the whole shape of the car interior as crystal decanters and glasses appeared. They had thought of everything.

  Time for a wind-up. ‘Fine,’ I said. ‘I’ll have a tequila sunrise.’

  He looked as if I’d stolen his pay cheque.

  ‘Sorry. We’re all out of tequila.’

  I waved away an alternative offer. We resumed.

  ‘Tell me, Hilary ...’ He paused. ‘You don’t mind if I call you Hilary, do you?’

  ‘As a matter of fact, I do ...’

  He stopped me, blushed, looked confused and crestfallen all at the same time. I was enjoying this. The guy was a creep anyway.

  ‘Sorry, yes of course.’ He regained his composure with the sort of speed which belied the fact that he’d probably been used as a doormat for years.

  ‘Tell me, Miss Fieldman, how did you come up with such a simple and effective design?’

  I cleared my throat. ‘Look ...’ I began earnestly.

  Harry backed off again and offered his hands up in surrender.

  ‘Forget it,’ he put in hurriedly, ‘I’m strictly a PR man. I leave the microchip magic to you technical guys.’

  He went back to the script, obviously feeling safer that way.

  ‘The launch is all set.’ Harry was breathless. ‘I’ve booked you a suite at the Waldorf. CJ ... that is, Mr Bernstein, is out of town for the weekend. He’s set up a meeting for ten on Monday. In the meantime he wants you to enjoy your stay in New York.’

  Harry’s collar was too tight and his face got redder as he shot his words out with machine gun rapidity.

  He paused for breath. The short skirt on my Armani, black, two-piece, offered him too much thigh.

  You certainly are a looker,’ he said. ‘I mean ...’

  ‘Thanks.’ I cut him short. He seemed to have enough trouble breathing as it was.

  The limo drew up outside the Waldorf. Another retired football pro in uniform took my hand luggage. I stood idly by as Harry whispered instructions and parted with some paper money.

  As it pulled away, Harry shouted above the noise of the traffic. ‘There are two tickets for a Broadway show at reception. An escort will call for you later.’

  I held my breath and waited. Harry didn’t let me down.

  ‘Have a nice day.’

  Then he was gone.

  The Waldorf Astoria I liked. The exterior was very imposing. Art décor at its very best: inside there wasn’t a plastic fitting in sight. All chandeliers, mahogany and quiet furnishings; the elevator noiselessly blasted off from the foyer to my penthouse suite.

  It was vast. I wandered around those huge rooms feeling lost and not a little lonely. It was a passing mood, for I cheered myself up with a nice hot bath. Fresh and hungry, I waited impatiently to see what happened next.

  The phone trilled. It was reception. There was a guest in the foyer. I told them I was available and hung up. This would be my escort. What sort of companion had Har
ry and his corporation selected? So far I couldn’t fault their efforts. If the sales pitch was anything to go by, then my escort should be better than ordinary.

  There was a knock on the door. ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘I’m Greg.’

  He smiled down at me. I flipped. Greg was strictly centrefold material.

  ‘Hi,’ he said again. ‘I’m from the escort agency.’

  He held out his hand. I took it, then held on to it just in case he vanished as a figment of my imagination. He didn’t.

  There he stood. Broad, fair, a blue-eyed hunk of a man, the sort I’d always hoped to find under the tree at Christmas.

  ‘I’m here to look after you. If you need anything ... anything at all ...’ he smiled. ‘Just ask.’

  My hormones began doing press-ups even as he spoke. I cleared my throat. I’ve been doing that a lot lately.

  ‘Thank you,’ I said.

  We saw the show. Don’t ask me what it was about. I was busy with my own fantasies. Every time Greg turned his head I was made more aware of the attraction of the man.

  At dinner, courtesy of CJ, he spoke little but listened a lot. Greg’s presence completed that web of intrigue which I was all too happy to be caught up in.

  After dinner Greg suggested a nightclub. The day had been enough for me already. Did his escort duties include accompanying me back to the hotel for a nightcap? Indeed they did.

  Some time later in the subdued light of the penthouse suite he stood at my side looking out over the city.

  Once more I became aware of the overwhelming nearness of him. He swayed towards me and took me in his arms. I shut my eyes. It was Christmas.

  Greg pressed his warm, hard body against mine. My body didn’t argue. Skilful, knowing fingers found my weakness. I heard myself moan against his ear as my need became all too apparent.

  He removed my clothes while my supplicating body offered itself for further attention. Greg cupped the roundness of each breast in his hand. Gently he sucked each nipple into his mouth, pulling it gently between his lips, drawing them to firmness.

  He left me for an instant to put the lights out. There still remained sufficient light from the outside to enable me to see him in the shadow. His silhouette melted against mine as he returned to my side.