“Do you want me to walk you to your room?” he asks.
“Nah, I’m fine. I’m just going to have a shower and get a good night’s sleep,” I say. “It’s been a bizarre day for me.”
“Same here, I need to get that money safe,” he says. “Shit… the money, I left it in the Jeep.”
Alex runs out to the parking lot. I hear the gravel crunching under his feet. He comes back into the light of the reception.
“Phew, I’m glad I remembered,” he says.
“Alex, be safe and get some rest,” I say, looking at his perfect eyes.
“You too, and thanks for everything today.”
“It’s only money,” I reply, giving him a quick, seductive wink.
“I know, thanks for being there when I needed you,” he replies.
“Just make the most of it, I might not be around forever!”
“It is true, angels do walk amongst men.”
Alex
“Is this real, or is it just my imagination running wild?”
I pull the drawers away from the wall and grab the money bag I’ve hidden. I put all the cash onto the bed and double-check how much I’ve recovered, or should I say… how much Brooke and I recovered.
I think back to the time at the casino, and I was sure… I would have lost again if Brooke wasn’t there with me. I counted the stacks of five grand, and I was right. Now, I have just over a hundred-grand. I am only fifty short.
Do I go find another card game, or do I confess? Sleep on it Alex, don’t rush to owning up just yet.
I kick off my shoes and drop my shirt onto the chair as I walk into the bathroom. I reach into the shower and turn the faucet. I look in the mirror at my reflection as the water starts to warm. My eyes stare back at me as I look at myself. I feel less guilty, somehow.
I let my shorts drop to the floor and step into the shower. I blow the water from my mouth as my head tilts back. My face is pounded by the hard stream of water bouncing off my face. I stretch my shoulders and rest my hands against the side of the shower. Water runs down my back as I roll my neck to loosen the muscles. I feel my muscles stretch and relax.
Brooke was right, it has been a strange day.
I think back to Brooke, she’s grabbed all of my attention, for days. She is definitely not like any other woman I’ve known; even the way she presents herself seems different. She dresses as if she has a bulging bank balance, but her attitude doesn’t give off any signs that she does have money backing her.
And the body… she has a body to die for. When she walks around the complex, I’ve seen the other guys watching her. Heads tilt and turn; I see it, and I know, I do it myself. Women don’t like it, because she’s a threat, predatorily speaking.
I shudder at the thought of how she would look naked. She has one of those body’s that you could explore for hours on end. That slight, protruding collar bone you could run your fingers over as you move your hands wantingly over her breasts.
Fuck!
I close my eyes and try to imagine her naked. It’s hard to do without the thought of slowly undressing her first… that’s the most tantalizing part, the undressing and seeing her in her underwear.
I feel myself becoming aroused as I imagine lifting her t-shirt and vest up and over her head. I picture it as if it is happening right now…
Brooke lifts her arms. I pull on her shirt and raise it above her head. I glance down and see her cleavage. Her black bra pushes her perfectly formed breasts together.
She shakes her long dark hair and looks at me through the strands that hang over her face. My fingers touch her wrists, then I run my finger up her arms and feel the tiny goose bumps of anticipation rise on her arms.
My fingers run down the shoulder straps of her bra, and I caress her hidden peaks through the silky material. Brooke sighs as my thumbs brush over her nipples. Her head tilts as she fumbles with the bow on her wrap-around skirt. She pulls gently, and the fabric falls to the floor like magic.
She kicks the skirt away from her feet as she stands before me. My hands caress her hourglass figure and run over her hips.
I open my eyes and look down in the shower, I see my cock twitching at the thought of undressing Brooke and seeing the delights of what her body holds. I want her.
My cock throbs and my impending erection feels warm to my touch. I wrap my fingers tightly around my shaft and slowly start stroking myself. My arousal throbs as my hand travels up and down the full length of my hardening flesh. I have a rock-hard erection; I increase the tempo of my thrusting hand as I close my eyes again…
Brooke looks at me and pulls the tie on my shorts, they fall to the floor. She looks down at the bulge in my boxers; she bites her lip as her hand reaches and cups my aching shaft under the material. I gasp at her touch, holding my breath.
I feel myself tingle as Brooke pushes her other hand inside the elastic of my boxers. Now, she slips them down and pulls them over my firm buttocks. Her hand pushes against my cock, I feel myself hardening more under her touch.
I reach behind Brooke’s body and pop open the clasp on her bra. She wriggles her shoulders; the straps fall free from her arms as her bra drops to the floor. I cup her perfect breasts, and her soft honey skin is smooth to the touch. Brooke arches her back closer to me as I run my fingers around her erect nipples. She lets out a breathy moan.
I gasp for breath as my tempo quickens, and my hand grasps my rigid cock. I throb and ache as I imagine Brooke wanting me, with her body making me desire her more. I thrust harder; I feel my legs quiver as my innermost thoughts take me to the edge.
Brooke wraps her fingers around my hardening manhood, her free hand slips inside the elastic of her panties. She slips them over her ass and lets them fall to her ankles. She rubs her fingers against the mound of her perfectly shaven pussy.
Her bright blue eyes gaze deeply into mine as her hand moves up the full length of my shaft. My hands plump her ample breasts, her budded nipples screaming for my mouth… I tilt my head as my tongue flicks over her crested peaks.
Brooke widens her legs and slides her finger inside herself as she loses a breath. Her eyes are fixed on mine as she moans. I feel her grip tighten on my hard cock as she finger-fucks herself to the same rhythm.
“Alex,” she murmurs.
I feel her warm breath blow against my ear, my tongue dances over her budded nipples. Her hand grips my fiery flesh tighter as she rocks her hips against her probing finger, pleasuring herself.
I feel my body close to finishing and releasing itself. My imagination has pushed me close to the point where I can’t hold on, anymore. I grip the pole in the shower, my hand frantically driving itself up and down my hard shaft. I close my eyes for the final time.
Brooke thrusts her finger frantically. I lift my head as she rests her head on my broad shoulder. I feel her hot breath blowing desperately across my skin. Her hand increases its speed on my hot, iron-like shaft. We are both breathless.
Brooke makes me feel like nothing else can. I feel her grip tighten again. Now, her groans fall over my skin as her finger drives deeper inside her wet, hot arousal. I feel her tongue running over the skin of my chest, she lifts her head and stares at me through her dark strands of hair.
“Alex, I am going to cum,” she coos in a deep voice.
Her hand slaps against her pussy… she thrusts faster pulling my horny shaft. I feel her body quiver as I put my hands on her curvaceous hips. I feel my balls tighten, and then my back tenses. My body finally releases as Brooke thrusts her hand for the final time.
“Ah, fuck!” I say in a moan.
My hardened shaft aches and throbs. Sensations flood through my loins. I feel the muscles tense as I suck in a deeper breath. My legs finally start to shake, then my grip tightens on the pole of the shower.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
My body finally releases like an eruption. I look down as I thrust my hips forward. My hot white cum spills over into the flow of water from the shower ab
ove. My hand slows and I rest my head against the glass of the shower. I breathe deeply as my heart finally slows. I rest my arms against the tiles, feeling relieved.
I picture Brooke’s body as she finally slumps against mine. Her body reaching her orgasm from her thrusting fingers.
It seemed so life-like. I shake my head and let the water wash away the final traces of my imagination. Fuck, that was better than good.
“Is this real, or is it just my imagination running wild?”
Brooke
“How can you explain yourself when there is nothing to explain?”
I wake up and feel like I’ve just had a really vivid dream. I know I am trying not to fall for Alex’s smoldering eyes. But the dream… wow, it felt so life-like.
I can see it now. He slowly undressed me, and I had brought both him and me to an orgasm with my own hands. It was just so real, it was as if I actually did it.
I hope I wasn’t sleep walking?
I swing my legs off the bed and pull the curtains open. I see the sun just beginning to rise across the horizon.
Another glorious day in paradise…
I open the large glass door and walk onto the patio. The sea breeze washes over me. I hear the noise of the construction from the other side of the building. I tie my hair and walk to make myself a coffee.
I grab hold of the hot mug and open the door of my room. I stand in the open hallway and look down to the stables. I see Alex talking at the bottom of the grassy area.
I decide to walk down to where he is standing. The other guy looks over Alex’s shoulder. I sip on my coffee as he turns.
“Wow, you are awake early?” he says, eyeing my body, obviously.
“I couldn’t sleep, there is construction going on somewhere,” I reply sarcastically.
“Sorry Ma’am,” the older guy says.
“I am only joking, I didn’t hear a thing until this morning.”
“Sorry for being ignorant. Brooke, this is Mike, he is Beau’s chief go-to guy for construction,” he says.
“Hi Mike,” I say.
Mike smiles, and I realize I am in a large t-shirt and not wearing a bra. I casually hold my arm across my breasts. Shit.
“It’s not finished inside, but do you want a sneak preview?” Mike asks.
“Sure, it will be good to see how the place is going to be changed.”
We walk toward the smaller outbuildings. Mike explains this will be the entrance and that the barns will be the final destination for the club.
“What’s that walkway there that meets the hotel rooms?” I ask.
“It’s exactly what you just said, the joining part for the rooms, you know the fun rooms. With the hookers,” Mike whispers.
I nod. “Oh, I see.”
“It shouldn’t affect the regular residents, that’s why we chose a separate block,” Mike says.
Mike pushes open the large glass door. I walk inside and see that the interior is mostly black velvet and mirrors.
“Isn’t is a little dark?”
Mike flicks a switch. The reception area fills with reds, blues and greens. The lights slowly move around the walls and bounce off the mirrors.
“I feel like I am in a kaleidoscope,” I say.
“That’s what I was aiming for,” he says, grinning.
We walk down to another area, where seats and alcoves adorn all the walls, and they look like shells, oversized shells.
“Why are these shaped like shells?”
“Well, we have something similar in one of the other clubs, you can have a private dance, a very private dance,” Mike says.
I sit in one of the shells. All around it gives the impression I am covered but not totally enclosed. Mike stands in a small, wooded area and wiggles his hips in time to the imaginary music.
“See, no one can see in from any direction,” he says.
“Very smart.” I reply. I laugh at his mock dancing, it looks hilarious.
Mike leads me past the bar. Alex is standing at the entrance. I join him at the top of the small staircase.
“Geez, this seems huge.”
“You wouldn’t believe it from outside,” Alex says.
“Not at all, it still looks like three barns.”
Alex points out where things will be when everything is finished. Changing rooms for the girls and a hallway to the side of the stage. Obviously, the stage is where all the naughty dancing will happen, and the tabled area next to the dance floor will be for clientele.
“I have to say, it looks fantastic, and I’m sure it’s not only going to be the hotel guests who will be coming.”
Alex shrugs his shoulders. “Hopefully not, Beau and Shona have plowed a fortune into this place.”
“Yeah, you told me. You gambled some of it. Remember?” I use a sarcastic tone. I feel mean for doing it, but I am cheeky, sometimes.
Alex glares at me. “Thanks for reminding me so early in the day.”
“Don’t be such a wuss. You are a grown man, face up to your failures and weaknesses. You can’t change anything if you don’t acknowledge it first.”
“What happens if you are one of my weaknesses?” Alex asks, using his seductive eyes.
I laugh as I sip on my cold coffee. “It’s better for me to be one of your weaknesses, instead of one of your failures.”
“How very true,” he replies, now perfectly smiling.
We walk back through the club to the entrance. Mike waves as he talks to a guy leaning on the bar. We reach the glass door, and Alex pushes it open and holds it as I walk back into the early morning sun.
I look up and toward the hotel. I see the guy who was in the club with Alex, and another couple walking with him.
“Who is that?” I ask.
Alex turns. “Crap.”
“What is it, what’s wrong?”
“It’s my cousin Shona and her cashed-up boyfriend,” Alex replies.
“What are they doing here?”
I look at Alex as his shoulders slump, and he sighs. “It must have been Conor doing his job. I think he has already told her about the money.”
“You have replaced most of it though, right?” I say.
“Yeah, but that’s not really the point,” Alex adds.
The couple walk up to us. The girl and her boyfriend. They both look like they’ve just walked out of a magazine. The hot kind.
“Alex, I think we need to talk,” the girl says.
“Hi Shona,” Alex says quietly.
The girl looks at me. “Who is this?”
“Shona, meet Brooke,” Alex says, sheepishly.
“Is she the reason you have gone all crazy on us?” Shona asks. She has a definite tone.
Alex changes his expression. He points at Shona. “That is not fair, and you know it,” he says plainly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just we heard you lost all the money,” Shona says.
I raise my hand. They all look at me. “I think here, in the middle of a field is not the best place to discuss this.”
The large guy nods. “She is right, we should calm down a little first,” he says.
Shona relaxes a little. She looks at me. “Alex didn’t introduce you, this is Beau, he is the brains behind all of this. I’m Shona, his girl,” she says.
“I’m Brooke. I am impressed,” I reply.
Shona giggles. “Impressed with what? The club or my man?”
I lean close to her ear and whisper. “Both.”
Shona turns to Alex. “Give us an hour to get settled, and we will meet you in the dining room. Both of you that is,” Shona says.
I look at Shona. “You want me there?” I ask.
“I know Alex too well. I’m sure there are some holes in his story that you can fill in for him,” she says plainly.
“But, but… I hardly know him.”
“Brooke, Alex is the type of guy where it never takes long to get wrapped up in his world.”
“Okay. Dining room. One hour,” I reply.
&n
bsp; “Good girl,” Shona says.
I saunter back up the field. I watch them walking away from us toward the hotel reception. Alex sidles up at the side of me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
“Sorry you had to meet her like that,” he says.
“I have been put in a position, it seems.”
“Shona is fine, she’s not as tough as she appears,” Alex explains.
“I’m glad, she looks like she could be a real bitch,” I say.
Alex smiles. “She is tough, but a bitch she most definitely isn’t.”
I shrug his arm from my shoulder and stare at him. “Just answer this. How the fuck have I got mixed up in your world?” I ask.
Alex smiles and looks at me with his piercing bedroom eyes. “Perhaps you have finally fallen for me?” he says, obviously grinning.
“Yeah right. In your dreams.” I walk to my room.
“Bye Dear,” he says, sarcastically.
I sit on the edge of the bed. I am puzzled with myself. I had all my defenses up against any advances from Alex, but he seems to have permeated them. God. Either way, I am involved.
Even the damned dream I had makes it worse. I imagined him undressing me, was that just a thought, or is it something I want to happen?
“Jesus Christ Brooke. Get a hold of yourself.”
“How can you explain yourself when there is nothing to explain?”
Alex
“Digging a hole for yourself is easy, climbing out of it is the hard part.”
I walk into the dining room and head for the VIP table at the back. I ask the waitress to bring a large pot of coffee and some pastries or something to munch on. They are not a peace offering, I just know the food on the plane is not the best for filling you up.
I sit facing the door and Brooke enters. She looks apprehensive as she walks up to the table. She sits next to me and frowns.
“I am not overly happy with this situation,” she says.
“I’m sorry for dragging you into it, that was never my intention,” I reply.
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