Man Candy

by Ingro, Jessica

  The women surrounding her burst out laughing at my uneasiness.

  “I forgot how easy it was to fluster you. Definitely not the dirty talker your brother is are you?” Meredith teased.

  “Well... um... in the heat of the moment sure,” I stammered. Taking a proffered drink, I sucked it back, completely uncomfortable with discussing my sex life with a bunch of random women.

  “You’re a good guy, Ben.” Meredith patted my face in a warm gesture and kissed my cheek. “Don’t ever change.”

  “Let me buy everyone a round,” I said and the six women surrounding me gave wide smiles and hugs at my suggestion.

  With a fresh beer in my hand, I continued to accept words of congratulations as I slowly made my way over to the nearest bar, losing Meredith and her posse in the process. I realized the more I drank, the harder it was to focus on any one person so I hoped to get a glass of water from the bar and then sneak out for some fresh air to sober me up.

  Almost like Moses’ parting of the Red Sea, the crowd of women in front of me slowly shifted to make room for me to go to the front of the line. I looked around in confusion before finally giving in and walking up to the glass bar.

  “What’ll it be, hot stuff?” the barely dressed bartender asked me. She leaned on the glass, forcing her cleavage out, successfully grabbing my attention.

  Places like this must be heaven for my brother seeing how he’s a man-whore of the biggest variety. Not that I was complaining. The scenery was more than perfect for me to sit back and take in. Nothing wrong with a little looking and appreciating all the lovely females surrounding me.

  “Shot of Jameson,” came out of my mouth before I thought better of it. Wasn’t I there for water? Figuring one more drink wouldn’t hurt, I leaned on the bar and watched her ass walk away in her painted on jeans.

  When she came back with the bottle and poured my shot, she shook off my attempt to pay her.

  “It’s on the house,” she said with a wink.

  “Thanks.” I saluted her, tipped my head back and downed the shot. When my head righted, I had to grip the bar and fight the floor tilting.

  Whoa.

  “Let me buy you another one.” I turned to my right to see the brunette from the stage standing at my side.

  “I should be buying you a drink.” I leaned closer and took a lock of her hair between my fingers, loving the soft feel of it.

  “I insist,” she breathed. Her body began leaning into mine. My eyes locked on her lips and was about to go in for a kiss when the bartender slammed the bottle of whiskey down and barked out, “Ten dollars.”

  I pulled back from the brunette and watched her pay the now clearly pissed off bartender.

  Downing the shot, I briefly thought I really needed to stop drinking. My body was beginning to revolt against the liquor entering my body. The thought quickly flew out of my head when another brunette sidled up to us and shoved her hand in my back pocket.

  “I’m Becky,” she said before giving me a wide, toothy smile. “I’m friends with Sharon.”

  Confused as to who Sharon was, I shook my head and was about to ask when the first brunette mirrored her on my other side.

  Oh, so this was Sharon. In my hazy mind, I thought this was a nice friendship to come in between.

  “Want another shot?” Becky asked. Before I could reply, she waved down a male bartender and ordered the three of us shots.

  Soon we were joined by a few of their friends—Samantha, Jackie, Rachel and Tammy. The party moved to a back booth where their friends flanked me on either side, while Becky sat on one leg and Sharon sat on my other. Both women taking turns nibbling on my neck.

  By this point, the alcohol had stripped me of far too many inhibitions. In the morning, I was sure to regret many of my choices, but I’d worry about it then. I was enjoying myself far too much. Maybe this was why Tanner was usually such a happy guy. Being fawned over and draped in female adoration was nothing to sneeze at.

  “Hey, Ben.” A stacked black haired woman stood in front of me with a sexy red lipped pout. She wore a partially sheer silver dress that plunged obscenely low.

  “Hey,” I drawled a lot slower than usual thanks to the copious amounts of liquor pumping through my veins.

  “Here’s my room key if you want to find out what’s underneath this dress.” She ran her hands down over her too good to be true curves.

  “Oh yeah?” I watched in fascination as she nodded and slid her key across the narrow table in front of the table.

  “He’s a little taken right now,” Becky informed her.

  “Maybe now, but he won’t be later,” she retorted.

  “Run away, slut, we plan on seeing to Ben into the wee hours of the morning,” Sharon said with a catty smile on her face. Her hand skimmed down my chest and I grabbed it just as it grazed my dick through my pants. The dick that was now starting to stir with the promise that she was giving it.

  “Whatever,” the raven haired beauty said to Sharon before turning back to me. “There’s the key if you want to use it.”

  With a lick of her bottom lip, she swayed her hips as she strutted away. She looked just as good from the back as she did from the front.

  “You don’t really want her do you, Ben?” Becky asked. I fought the cringe that her whiny voice automatically triggered.

  “I’m comfortable right where I am, ladies.” I smacked their asses and then groaned when they both squirmed on my lap. I had told myself this wasn’t going to go anywhere tonight but if they kept that shit up, I was going to be forced to alleviate the ache somehow.

  A waiter dropped off another round of drinks—cosmos for the girls and a beer for me—like clockwork just as we had requested.

  Somewhere around twelve shots and four beers I had lost count of my consumption. If I were smart, I’d quit and switch over to water like I had planned. The last thing I needed was to be hungover for the long day I had tomorrow. Too bad all my common sense had washed away at some point during the night.

  “Let’s dance, Ben,” Sharon spoke a little while later.

  “Oh! A Ben sandwich!” Becky stated enthusiastically.

  Even if I wanted to dance, I didn’t think my fine motor skills were up to having any rhythm. If anything, I was afraid I’d face plant if I tried to get up from my seat.

  “Why don’t you ladies dance for me instead?” I suggested thinking that was a wonderful idea.

  The two of them looked at each other for a moment, coming to some sort of agreement before rising from their perches on my lap and pushing the small table in front of us out of the way, making their own little personal dance floor.

  With “Wait (The Whisper Song)” by the Ying Yang Twins playing the two of them circled one another for a moment before slowly closing the distance between each other. With arms draped over one another, they grinded together and sampled each other’s mouths to the beat of the song.

  My dick defied all logic behind whiskey dick and grew hard as a fucking rock in its confines while watching their bodies move in tandem. I adjusted myself when the zipper began biting into my skin and stopped myself just shy of rubbing my erection to the erotic sight in front of me.

  Leaning my head back against the wall with heavy lidded eyes, I watched every single bit of their show. Maybe instead of kicking Tanner’s ass when I got home, I’d thank him for blindly sending me into this weekend.

  As the song neared its end, Becky pulled her hand away from Sharon’s breast and the two of them moved closer to me. Bending down, they put their lips on mine. What started out as a chaste kiss, quickly turned into a steamy session of tangling tongues and groping hands.

  “Want to get out of here?” Becky whispered in my ear. When she pulled back and I saw the lust filling her eyes, making them darker than they were before, I nodded and decided what the hell, let’s see where this goes.

  Each girl grabbed my hand and helped me up from the booth. Draping themselves on me, the three of us stumbled drunkenly t
hrough the crowd and out the door, heading to our hotel next door.

  Once we were outside, I realized I forgot to say goodbye to Meredith but quickly set that concern aside. The only thing I could focus on was the feel of Sharon’s hand down my pants as Becky’s roamed over my still bare chest.

  At one point during the night, I had seen a man smelling my shirt like it was the most expensive brand of cologne known to man. I decided right then that I didn’t care what happened to my shirt. I just knew I didn’t want it back. A shiver worked up my spine at the thought.

  “Oh. Benny’s cold. Don’t worry, Benny. We’re going to keep you real warm,” Becky promised as we made our way across the lobby of the hotel.

  “Which room ladies?” I asked as the elevator doors slid to a close with us inside.

  “Nine-oh-one,” Sharon said as she dug through her purse for a key.

  Becky was clearly on a search of her own, looking for the quickest way to get me to come in my pants. The way her small hand pumped my shaft in my now unbuttoned jeans, had me cursing in a really, really good way.

  The doors pinged open and an older couple stepped onto the car. The woman’s gasp had me pulling Becky’s hand from my pants and quickly fastening them.

  “Oh shit! My tit fell out of my dress.” Sharon laughed as she fixed herself in the mirror on the door.

  “Why I never,” the woman cursed as her husband discreetly eyed Sharon’s nipple before it disappeared.

  The woman stabbed the button for the next floor and they quickly exited, murmuring something about complaining to hotel management about the less than upstanding characters that were staying there.

  Something about the whole scene suddenly sobered me up. Well, not completely, but enough to have me recognize that this was all sorts of wrong. Fondling in an elevator, two women I didn’t even know—at the moment I could barely remember their names—just wasn’t who I wanted to be.

  Standing up a little straighter, when the elevator opened on the ninth floor, I walked the girls to their room, studiously avoiding their attempts for more groping.

  Taking the card from Sharon, I slid it in the slot and pushed the door open. The girls stumbled in all giggles, about what I had no clue. When they realized I was still standing in the doorway, they looked at me perplexed.

  “You coming?” Becky asked. Pulling her dress up over her head, she gifted me with a view of her luscious—and very fake—tits and a completely bare pussy.

  A woman going commando would be any man’s weakness.

  When Sharon pulled down the zipper on the side of her dress and shimmied it over her hips, I second guessed my need to leave. Never had a simple, white thong been so sexy. I swallowed hard when she turned and tackled Becky to the bed, diving into her mouth with her tongue as her hands moved down, down... Oh God! I put my hands over my eyes and took a step back as Becky’s moans began to fill the air.

  “Right there,” Becky screamed. “I want to come so bad.”

  “Wait for Ben,” Sharon told her.

  “Ben,” Becky said in a low moan.

  “I’m just going to lea...” my voice trailed off when Sharon shifted to give me a world class view of her hand between Becky’s legs.

  “Why?” she asked with a frown.

  “I... I just... can’t?” It came out as a question because as I watched her hand grow more and more wet with her friend’s arousal, I was really wondering what was wrong with me for walking out without getting off.

  A flash of the woman’s disapproving face in the elevator reminded me why I wasn’t going to do this. I was drunk. They were drunk. And I was going to regret this in the morning.

  I turned tail and ran out the door listening to their objections as the door clicked shut behind me.

  Safely ensconced in my room a few minutes later, I stripped my remaining clothes off and jumped in the shower. With my hand wrapped around my cock, I came with a deep groan. It wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as I imagined my threesome would have been.

  FOUR

  Winding my way through the mess of tables and people scurrying around to complete the setup of their displays, it occurred to me that I was becoming an attraction. I surreptitiously looked from side to side, taking in all the women rubbernecking as I passed them. A few I recognized from the club and it instantly made me cringe knowing there was huge gaping holes in my memories from last night.

  When I spotted Meredith standing next to a table at the end of the row, I quickened my steps to get to her before I could be accosted by anyone. The hungry look on the women’s faces may have been banked from the intensity of the night before, but I knew anything was possible when it came to this group of ladies. It probably made me a pussy to want to hide behind a slip of a woman. Didn’t matter because I was hoping she would protect me just the same.

  “Hi, Ben!” A shapely brunette called out to me with a little finger wave.

  “Hey,” I mumbled not wanting to be rude. I couldn’t really tell if I had met her the night before or if my name had just spread far and wide among the participants of the event.

  “Will we be seeing you at the after party?” she cooed.

  At this point, I was mostly past her and had to turn around to answer her question. I swallowed hard at the way she was running her red painted fingernail enticingly down her cleavage. Forcing my gaze up to her face, I nodded and then turned and scurried away, leaving the sound of her laughter behind me.

  “Thank God,” I sighed as I plopped down in a chair behind Meredith’s table and lunged for the cup of coffee with my name written on the side.

  This whole weekend was going to kill me. If Ed knew everything going on at this thing, he’d never let me live it down. I shuddered at the thought.

  “Rough morning? Or should I say night?” she snickered. Her face had a wide smile stretching across it and her eyes danced with mirth. I was half tempted to do something childish like put her in a headlock and give her a noogie.

  My eyes pinched shut, and I scrubbed my hands down my face. “Thanks a lot for throwing me to the wolves.”

  “Oh, please. I didn’t see you complaining when bimbos one and two were grinding on your lap, giving everyone quite the show.”

  “I barely remember that.” I cracked one eye open and glared at her. Unfortunately, I did remember some of it, and I prayed I wouldn’t run into them today.

  “Although I must admit I had a wee bit of guilt over convincing you to participate in the KISS routine. That was priceless.” Her cackle made me grit my teeth.

  “I’m going to kick Tanner’s ass for that. When I texted him last night, he swore you were telling the truth and that he committed to being Paul Stanley. He told me the truth this morning when he woke up my ass up. The fucker.”

  Meredith placed her hand on my shoulder and gave me a placating smile. “Don’t be angry. It was hot. You probably sold a shit ton of books for me. I guess I should be thanking you, not poking fun at you.”

  I puffed up my chest at that. “So what you’re saying is I’m important and you couldn’t live without me?”

  Meredith rolled her eyes and gave me a dirty look. Then without another word, she turned back to organizing all the bits and bobbles littering her table, stacking her books neatly for display, and leaving me to my own devices.

  I took a deep breath and looked around the room, hoping to find some of the guys I had met the night before. At least I could commiserate with them. Too bad they were nowhere to be found.

  “Can you set the banner up behind the table for me? It pulls right out of the stand and clicks in place.” She gestured towards where she wanted it.

  I grabbed the box and pulled the stand out, quickly getting to work.

  “So how does this all work?” I asked her as we worked side-by-side.

  “The doors open at noon. My cousin is going to be my assistant. She’ll take care of collecting payments for books and making sure people sign up for my newsletter if they haven’t already. All you need to
do is stand there and look pretty. Oh and pose for pictures with the fans.”

  “Great,” I murmured sarcastically and bent down to tie my boot.

  “Shit, it’s almost time to start. Where the hell is Clarissa?” I looked up to see Meredith with her head down and her thumbs moving over the screen of her phone, probably texting the aforementioned missing assistant.

  Turning back to the task of tying my shoelace, I gave myself a mental pep talk in order to get through all the groping and fawning that was sure to happen today. I didn’t know how these guys could do this all the time and enjoy it. I was counting down the hours until I could go home.

  “There she is!” Meredith suddenly exclaimed. At her words, I lifted my head to see a blur of a woman running past me, leaving behind an intriguing trail of perfume. It smelled of lilacs and made me want to follow the scent.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” the woman murmured right as she stopped moving and our eyes locked on each other. I didn’t know what she was thinking. I can say without a doubt I was thinking my luck for the rest of the weekend might just be turning around.

  Frozen in shock at the woman before me, I continued to kneel on the floor by her feet even though my shoelace was tied. How did I not know that Meredith’s cousin Clarissa was my dream woman, Rissa? And now here she was, in the flesh, ready to drive me out of my mind all day with her low cut top and short skirt, showcasing those world class fucking legs. It was enough to make any man drool.

  Thank fuck it was a small fucking world.

  Mouth dry and my tongue in knots, all I could do was stare at her like the idiot I was. Clearly the universe was against me ever making a good impression on her.

  Clarissa’s eyes traveled over me in a brief perusal and then said, “You’re not Tanner.”

  Taken aback by the fact that she could tell the difference when hardly anyone else could, I forced myself to stand, shaking my head at her but it was Meredith that answered. “Tanner had a thing. This is his brother, Ben. Ben, this is my cousin Clarissa.”